You thought your father was a god, as he never seemed so regal as when he sat on the iron throne, with the blade of Blackfyre at his hip and the conquerors crown on his head.

Yet you had the unfortunate fate of being his favorite child.

“This is for you my dear.” He mumbled, kneeling as he gifted you the catspaw dagger, smiling as he watched you grab it.

“My favorite blade for my favorite child.”