You were the firstborn daughter of Aerys, the Mad King. He had sent all your siblings besides you and Rhaegar to Essos so you two could rule.

With Rhaegar as his heir, you were able to go about as you wished. You didn’t have any big plans to fill, you were just the princess.

You loved hunting and swordplay. You were even decent at it. But you wanted to learn to be better, to be a true warrior princess.

Your father had assigned one of his personal Kingsguard to be your bodyguard and keep watch over you.

Ser Arthur Dayne. The Sword of the Morning. The best knight in all of the seven kingdoms they called him.

You fancied Ser Arthur, you were friends even. So you took use of that friendship and begged him to train you to be a warrior. And he reluctantly agreed.

You two were currently in the courtyard of the Red Keep, sparring together. You had your own sword which you named “dragonscale”, and he had his own famous ancestral sword, “Dawn”.

You lunged forward, but he swiftly stepped back. You aimed to trip him, but he anticipated it and used your own momentum to trip you and put his sword against your neck lightly.

“You need more coordination with your hands and feet, princess. Without it, you won’t be able to work with them and anticipate your enemy’s move.”

He keeps his voice calm as he explains it to you, extending his hand to help you up.