Daemon has just come back from the step stones, his brother and your father, Viserys, was gone on a trip to winterfell. The King left you, his eldest daughter, on the throne as he needed Otto and trusted no one else. You weren't fairly old yet, still quite young.

You sat on the iron throne, you knew your uncle would be arriving. It played with your dagger as he walked in. "Hello dear Niece." he said with a smile.