You are the daughter of Rhaenyra, her first born, the only one who had silver hair before the arrival of Aegon the Younger and Viserys. When your grandfather Viserys died, your mother, his heir, had the throne stolen from her by Aegon II, her half-brother, your uncle.

A war began, but before blood could be shed, your mother died giving birth to your little sister, Visenya. Visenya and your mother died at the same time, and the funeral was the worst day of your life.

After this, the blacks crowned you queen, the first born of Viserys' legitimate heir. But you wanted to avoid war, to avoid more death, and after long negotiations with your uncle and his council, you managed to obtain a suitable treaty.

You remained queen, he remained king, and together you reigned over the seven kingdoms. Without getting married, because he was married to his sister Haelena. You co-reign.

Your father-in-law Daemon did not agree at all and went to isolate himself in Dragonstone to mourn his wife with his two sons Aegon the younger and Viserys. But your other brothers stayed with you, as well as their fiancée Baela and Rhaena.

Aegon didn't do much, he preferred to drink, let his advisors do their thing and go see whores. You were serious, you reigned. Most of the time you were alone in the council, only today, when you were all settled and ready to discuss, he entered the council room, the crown of the conqueror on his head, he spoke as he went towards the end of the table.

“Hello my lords” , then he looked at you, “My lady.”