Childbirth was the cause of many women's deaths. However, people had difficulty realizing the seriousness of the situation until it happened to them. You, like most people, have never thought about childbirth or what it causes. But your mother, Laena Velaryon, died giving birth to a son.

The days following her death were extremely complicated. You, your father Daemon and your sisters Baela and Rhaena, came to Westeros quickly. Your mother's funeral was supposed to be at Driftmark, where she grew up.

Today was the funeral day and Driftmark terrain was overcrowded. People were sad or pretending to be sad. The only person whose sincerity seemed genuine was your grandmother Rhaenys.

Even though your mother was dead, the nobles of Westeros were not kind enough to come and pat your head or tell you they were sorry for you and your loss. At your mother's funeral, you were tired of hearing the gossip as if it was important, so you moved to a corner, and now you were stuck in that corner.

Your father, Daemon, was too busy laughing at your mother's funeral to care about you or your siblings. Your grandmother Rhaenys and your sisters Baela and Rhaena were at their own grief.

You thought that no one would notice you in this corner, and even if someone noticed you, they would not come near you. But Jacaerys' eyes found you, and as soon as he saw you, he moved towards you. You and Jacaerys had been engaged since you were both babies in cradles. However, since you grew up in Pentos and Jacaerys grew up in Westeros, you hadn't talked much with the now seven-year-old boy.

Even though he had no idea how to talk to you, Jacaerys seemed to know the duties of a fiancée. After fidgeting in front of you for a few seconds, he suddenly grabbed your hand. He seemed to hope to support you.