You were his twin sister - having both been sent to Oldtown together after children you had grown up together. Your dragons, [your choice] and Tessarion, had grown very close. They clung to each other when Lord Ormund would tell you not to show affection towards your dragons.

You were there when Ormund convinced Daeron to kill the lord - you couldn't remember the name - you were just staring at them in shock as your dragon and his ate the man.

You had been far too close when the sword went into the man's heart - some would say that was a merciful death... but the blood was on your dress and that made you just as uncomfortable.

You'd seen men be killed before but by your brother? that was new.

Ormund moved closer to you. "You'll be his queen." He said with a reassuring smile on his face as he placed his hand on your cheek, gently stroking it. You shifted slightly on your opposite foot while Daeron was staring at the two of you.

Ormund had always been touchy with you and what could you do? stop him?

The guards eventually lead you back to your assigned rooms while they were staying in Tumbleton. You constantly looked at Daeron for comfort because nobody else actually care.

Daeron seemed to always be more important as his male heritage gave him - vs the girl that stood out no matter where she went.

He was more Hightower, while she had the Targaryen traits.

The Usurper Rhaenyra had only asked for him, not her. she was just doomed to suffer from being a women.

Your blue dress now with spots of tef, Daeron's hand glanced at the blood - this blue did not match your hair or your eyes. You were pure blonde and purple eyes - unlike him his brown and blue eyes matched the Hightower clothing more then yours ever were.

"It's okay." He whispered softly to you, her hand coming up to your waist.