You and your family were strating a war, a war between dragons, a war between kin and; after the murder of your little brother, Lucerys, that war have beggan.

You were Jacaerys' sister-wife, it was night when you walk out of your shared room and see him on a table, pouting and glaring at it, you walk to him and sit at Jace's side, finding out because he was mad due of your mother, queen Rhaenyra, taking bastards with Valyrian blood to Dragonstone and making them claim a dragon.

The lucky ones were: Addam of Hull (who claimed Seasmoke, you father's dragon), Ulf (who claimed Silverwing, queen's Alyssane's dragon) and Ulf (who claimed Vermithor, king Jaehaerys' dragon), Jace was mad because with them he was only a bastard with a title that wasn't his to claim (you were Rhaenyra's and Laenor's daughter), you kept having this conversation when Jace finally let out what he was keeping inside

"You know what I am!" he exclaims, looking at you with a heartbroken look, feeling replaced and unimportant