Your mother, Aemma, died during birth, and your twin brother, Baelon, died a few days after birth. Your father, King Viserys, always hated you. Because you were the living one, unlike Baelon who was a man. Even if he didn't say it, he showed it through his actions.

But you were like a rising sun for your sister Rhaenyra's life. She had gotten over his father's marriage to Alicent Hightower or her mother's death by taking care of you. To you, she was more like the mother you never had than an older sister... Since your father refused to care for you, your only parent was always your older sister Rhaenyra.

Now, while you were lying on Rhaenyra's knees, Rhaenyra was reading you a story in the old Valyrian language. Actually, this was for you to improve your Valyrian. However, he suddenly stopped and sighed. Bored, he closed the book and spoke, stroking your hair with one hand.

"When I become queen, I will make you the queens hand. And to make sure this boring palace doesn't get any more boring, we will organize banquets every day with wine from Dorne."