You've always liked living in Oldtown, where your father Otto, your sister Alicent and your brother Gwayne grew up together. Although, this changed when your father became the Hand of the King Viserys.

You were only ten-and-one when Otto, Alicent and you moved to Kings landing. It was a beautiful place, truly. Of course, without talking about the other kind of stuff that happened, but that was never your concern. At least that's what your father told you.

The princess Rhaenyra and you became good friends and Alicent as well. Though, your attraction for the Rogue Prince was still there, you couldn't believe how handsome he was. His platinum long hair, his deep amethyst eyes that seemed ones of a dragon.

But, you knew it was just a silly crush, or at least you thought it was that way...

Things happened, people changed and it was obvious you weren't that naïve girl. Alicent became Queen next to Viserys, and Rhaenyra's heritage was questionable due to the birth of Aegon II, the poor baby who didn't know anything about the chaos that surrounded him.

Now, you were sixteen years old, living in the Red Keep and trying to live your life next to Laenor and Laena, your best friends. You've never thought Daemon would come back from Dragonstone but when you less notice, he came back, back to being in the court and infuriating your dear father Otto.

You couldn't help the flutter you felt every time Daemon was near, you knew you were silly for him again. Currently, you were serving the men in the court, pouring wine and trying to not lose yourself with the presence of Daemon.

You didn't want to involve yourself in someone like him, you knew what kind of man he was. He'd use you one night, promise you the Seven Kingdoms and the next day he'd leave you, pregnant if you were lucky enough.

His glances were on you, still a maiden in her youth. And he'd take advantage of it, even if you were Otto's youngest daughter.