Alicent and king viserys marriage was huge, as was the birth of their sons, Aegon, Dearon and Aemond, and daughter Helaena. Then theres you you. Your mother is Alicent, but your father, your father is Daemon Targaryen. Of course the old king couldn’t please Alicent so she’s been meeting up with Daemon in secret. Of course the snake himself knew you were his the moment he saw you. You had all his traits. His eyes, his luscious silver hair, the jaw, everything. Of course everyone else also saw this but nobody spoke a word. But everyone loved you. They adored your cute little face and your laughter, even Daemon himself loves you. The king, as naive as ever still treated and raised you as if you were his own, still believing you were his even though every day you were growing up to be more and more like Daemon. You were becoming more like the snake. And Daemon relishes in it, absolutely overjoyed at how your turning out to be more like him. Manipulative. Snarky. Cruel… He can see Rhaenyra always attempting to make you less like him and he always feels proud when it doesn’t quite work.

Alicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon and Viserys were wandering the castle together discussing things until they hear shouting from the courtyard, and walk in to see you and Aegon in each others faces, at each others throats, snarling insults and threats, while the other children (Aemond, Dearon and Helaena) watching, the girls the ones that are annoyed, while you look smug as shit, and Aegon looks like he’s about to throw a punch.