Maegor was not a good man. Oh gods he knew he was a terrible man.

But he was a good father.

You were his only living child. You were not born a some creature, no. You were beautiful thing he ever seen. He hadn't cared that you were a girl. He had taught you to fight, to use a weapon, to be political. He had prepared you for the Iron Throne.

But now your father was dead. Murdered or killed himself. It didn't matter. He was gone.

You had thought of reaching Vhagar and burning King's Landing. All who betrayed you would have to pay the price, but you had been captured by Jaehaerys' supporters and locked in the cellar until the One True King came.

Three days later you heard footsteps. When you turned towards the light a young man was looking at you. He had the same silver hair and purple eyes.