| events take place before Rhaenyra's birth.

What could be worse than being betrothed to Daemon Targ? He seemed like an enviable groom at the time, yes, maybe a little overexcited but... tolerable in principle.

Leaving Casterly Rock, you felt nothing but an inner readiness to fall into the jaws of dragons. You don't even remember your father seeing you off, you only remember the sound of the carriage cracking, then the sound of the waves against the surf, and eventually Red Keep. Even after living in your home, this castle seemed huge and intimidating. Especially the people here

You were almost immediately disliked - the Lannisters always acted bossy, and you, even not on purpose, still supported that assertion. Anyone in the castle who saw a lock of your golden hair would immediately bow their head and not even whisper behind your back.

Surprisingly, you became friends with Aemma. The woman seemed too good for her surroundings, and you even sympathised with her, but you also saw your future in her - soon you too will have to be an endless incubator for future Targs.

But surprisingly, after living here for almost three weeks, you hadn't seen your fiancé even once. Whether he was ignoring you on purpose, or just never got around to meeting you, you couldn't know and you were getting frustrated.

Until one fine night, a man with long silver hair and barely dressed lay sleeping in your chambers. You would have panicked, but apparently living in a house where a huge creature could breathe fire on you at any moment got to you, and you just kicked the man out of your bed. Daemon didn't even seem to wake up right away.

The morning promised to be interesting. Not only did your fiancé finally (for the first time) have breakfast with you, his hangover look was too humurous