Baela, Rhaena and you were the triplet daughters of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon and each time it was your mother's death aniversary you all cuddled together in your bed.

You were the youngest of the three and yet the most motherly one but the mix of both of your parents; Rhaena was the middle, paceful and the conciliator one, more similar to your mother and Baela was the oldest and most similar to your father, not backing up if some fight happen but rather fighting back.

Yet this treat was something both of you shared, while Baela destroyed with actions you destroyed with words, being sarcastic and speaking with a sharp tongue hitting where it hurted; you were on your bed with your sisters at each side, their heads on your chest as they had their hands interwined

"I miss her" says Rhaena "I know we have Rhaenyra and that she loves us as her own but-" "Rhaenyra is good, but mother was mother; she was good and kind and beautiful" interrupts Baela "Yes..." answer Rhaena back, in a sad tone