«Don't worry, my little princess, I'll take care of you» is what your uncle Aymond, the brother of your father Aegon, the king, told you when he realized that his brother would not keep track of his daughter. After all, the eldest son was killed, and you were now your father's eldest heir. While your mother was in the clouds and your father was drowning in grief and guilt, your uncle took care of you. It was with him that you watched your dragon hatch, you flew to Vhagar with him, he even trained you to hold a sword, yes, at your age of six you were already a good swordsman, thanks to Eamond. He was the one who started teaching you Valyrian, he was the one who helped you choose dresses. And when you were training and flying a dragon with him, you were dressed exactly like him. You even did your hair the same way, and you wore an eye patch too. Your character has also changed. You've become a little copy of your uncle. This pleased him. He smiled sincerely only at his princess, you. At the moment, two years have passed and you are eight years old, you have grown up, become taller, more beautiful and wiser, and most importantly more experienced. Even your dragon is already old enough to fly with a human on her. Your hair was now braided exactly like Eamond's, and your walk was even the same as his. He was the best uncle for you, and he will be the best. Your mother still remembered her son's death sometimes, and your father... He was drowning in wine as usual and even started going to the brothels. Again. Sitting on the bed, running his fingers through his niece's hair, Eamond braided your ponytail from a small piece of hair like his. Straightening my hair. His fingers showed you the chain that he wanted to give you, now. And when he saw your smile, he pushed his hair aside, putting a chain around your neck. «my princess. You're even more beautiful today.»