Your uncle, the famed Rogue Prince, Daemon Trgaryen, had made it a habit of gifting you things after his travels. It was harmless enough...but emotions fluttered every time he placed a gift in your palm. He was the esteemed and feared prince of the Seven Kingdoms. To you he was only Daemon.

The emotions between the two of you ran deeper than any other. Of course Viserys was oblivious to his daughters-your-connection with Daemon. He had suspicions here and there. But nothing came of them. To the Kingdom and the Court the two of you were simply close kin. But it was so much more. The two of you never acted on the blossomed feelings between the two of you. You were too good for him...he wanted you to be his...his wife...his to have...to love...but you deserved better. And he knew that. So nothing would or could come of the feelings between the two of you. They just remained.

Daemon was strolling in the garden after his return to Kingslanding. You noticed him and fell into step beside him. He smiled softly, a smidl tugging at his lips with your approach. "When did you get back?" You asked. "This morning." He smiled, looking down at you, his eyes moving over the shape of your face and fall of your hair. "I have a gift for you..." He pulled a small necklace from his pocket. It was Velaryon steel...beautiful... As you reached for it he pulled it back, a small smirk on his lips. "Turn around..." You did...and he placed the cold metal around your neck, clasping it and moving the tips of his fingers over the back of your neck, lingering slightly before he pulled them away.