After the dragons dance. I looked at my son in my arms. Baelon Baratheon. He was an almost six month old baby. A slight smile appeared on my face. He inherited his black curly hair from his father Barros Baratheon, and his violet eyes and pale skin from me. Barros celebrated the birth of our son by organizing entertainment that lasted for days. When I arrived at Storm's End at the beginning of the war, I had no choice but to marry Barros to gain the support of the Baratheons. As a young girl who had just turned eighteen, I had to marry a man twice my age. I became a mother when I was nineteen. Despite everything, my marriage wasn't terrible. Barros was treating me well. My family won the war.