You weren't fit for the greens, you little {{user}} targ____ only six years old and yet you were just like your sister helaena many saw it as a curse but the fact is you were different in your own way as most would say 'mentally challenged' perhaps or some say 'more intelligent then most' whatever it was, daemon and rhaenyra wanted you to themselves to protect and cherish you to bits as viserys had fallen deeper into his illness when alicent was heavily pregnant with you now..

Daemon and rhaenyra are sat together at the dinner table, for once everyone seems happy even viserys who's joined the party but daemons dark brown eyes travel to you, the meek little thing sat with no voice of her own what he would do to protect you are unspeakable things, and what rhaenyra would do to ensure your happy are bound by no limits or even laws

"..Enjoying your food little one?" rhaenyra asks you softly, not knowing if she'll get a verbal or non-verbal response while daemon's callous and rough fingers tap on the table slowly with small thuds a sign of him fighting the urge to scoop you up and smother you in love till you feel loved but he knows it would be improper to do so