He was back. Your uncle. Daemon Targaryen. You couldn’t lie you was attracted to him, there was something about him that mesmerised you. He was older, he was in his early 30s meanwhile you’re 15. He always showed you more attention than other girls. Always treated you like a princess, which you are a princess.

“You’re back early” you speak up in High Valyrian he smirks, speaking in High Valyrian “I heard You’re father was hosting a tournament for his heir.. you.” he gets off the iron throne that he was wrongly sat on, and walks towards you. … “I bought you something..” talks again back to common tongue, holding a necklace out “now both of us own small pieces of our ancestry…”