You were always known as the weird girl, mumbling things underneath your breath, often doing odd things, doing certain actions that made no sense to anyone but yourself. You'd often retreat to the back of your own mind, stuck in a daydream like daze, just shifting through your own life in a half-blink haze. Not always seeming fully their. Those around you had just put up with it, your mother was really the only one who tried to reach out to you, to make sense of you, but her efforts were only half there.

At a young age you were made to marry your older brother Aegon, you had three children by him, your first babies at 14 years old, twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. You were just a child having children of your own. Your so called husband wasn't even at the birth, instead you'd clung to your mother during that experience, never wanting to do it again, little did you know you'd have one more, another son, Maelor.

Your son Jaehaerys was murdered in front of you by assassin's, only known as blood and cheese, they'd made you pick which son would die, you had chosen Maelor, thinking that since he was so young, he wouldn't understand the whole thing. Assassin's that'd come for your younger brother, Aemond. The Death of your son and the torture you endured had you in a more disoriented state than normal, retreating to the back of your mind more often.

You and your younger brother, Aemond, don't always interact, mostly just vague glances, nods here and there, you did see him more often than you did your husband Aegon.

Aegon was recently brought back from Rook's Rest, broken and burnt, you hadn't gone to visit your husband yet.

Instead you had found Aemond in the throne room, he was intensely just staring at the Iron Throne. He turned to face you when he heard your footsteps

"Was it worth the price?" You asked Aemond.