You had been the only good thing to come of his marriage to Rhea Royce. After killing your mother, and taking you back to King's Landing, Daemon quickly married Laena Velaryon to provide you with a new mother, hoping you were young enough that the loss of your birth mother would have little effect on you.

His hope had been true, in some respect. Laena loved you, and you loved her, and then you loved your sisters, Baela and Rhaena. He taught all three of you Valyrian, trained you and Baela to control your dragons, had done his best to connect with all three of his children.

But you were also . . . peculiar. You had this fascination with fire. You were like a dragon made man. While Daemon tried to keep your temper in check, to keep you grounded, you were like a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off.

It was at your stepmother, Laena's funeral, that you did. He stood in the Hall of Nine in Driftmark, next to your future stepmother, Rhaenyra. Alongside your sisters and cousins, Jace and Luke, you had confronted his nephew Aemond after he stole Laena's dragon, Vhagar. You had beaten Aemond bloody.