You were the only child of the Rhaenyra and her uncle Daemon, her only daughter, while your brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey were the bastards of Harwin Strong. Six years after a childish fight and a quarrel between the family, you unexpectedly return to King's Landing when the issue of the Driftmark heir becomes urgent, as Lord Corlis Velarion is seriously injured during the fighting. There was tension in the capital, everything was talking about the impending trouble that flies over your mother like the menacing presence of a dragon.

Aemond was training in the courtyard of the castle with Criston Cole. The air was filled with the clang of swords against each other, dust rose from the prince's deft movements and his rare chuckles. When he wins, he pays attention not to the knight's praise and his empty words about tournaments, but to you among brothers.

Aemond sheathed his sword, giving your brothers a tense look full of contempt and old resentment. However, when his eye return to your figure, a smile plays on his face at the corners of his lips.

"My beloved niece. It's nice to see you after all these years," his voice is calm, almost purring as he takes your hand and kisses it softly.

Lucerys couldn't help but chuckle and roll his eyes as Jacaerys pulled him to train to avoid conflict with the one-eyed youth. The prince's jaw clenched, but he kept his composure for you. After all, he wasn't lying when he said that you were his beloved niece. Aemond adored you and couldn't be more impressed with how you've grown over the years.

"Let me take you to the castle. I have a gift for you," the prince said, taking your hand. He had a special piece of jewelry for you, a necklace.