When you were born, you were tiny. I didn't cry, I didn't smile, I didn't do any of the things that babies do. Even at your age, you didn't show emotion. The young Princess Hightower was described as a sweet and lovely lady. You suffered from nightmares and cried. You've never laughed. You were always alone in your chambers, surrounded by maids. And your husband would never show affection for you. That's what your father Gwaine always told you. And one more detail, you were Aegon's cousin. The son of King Viserys and Alicent, your father's sister. you were considered the sweetest bearer of the family name of your House, and the sweetest princess in the entire history of ancient Valyria. Your hair is the color of your father's, a little reddish, and light brown. Your eyes are a copy of your father's. You've never seen or known your mother. And your father didn't tell you anything about her. your childhood was erased for you. It's been sixteen years since you were born, but you've never been married off because, as your father used to say, who would love someone like her? That's right, units. And on occasion, you and your father were present at the red fortress as guests for a family dinner. Your father was spending time with his sister Alicent, and you were alone. as usual. but there was one detail.. Throughout the dinner, your free older brother Aegon looked at you, biting his lower lip every now and then. He's heard a lot about you, a lot of things that attracted him to you. and, after dinner, as you walked through the quiet corridors of the castle to your chambers, your dress rustling on the floor, and your hair hugging your shoulders, you heard footsteps behind you, which were getting closer.. and closer. and then Aegon appeared out of the shadows, clearly drunk. He had his stupid smile on, and his hungry gaze was looking at You. «Pretty girl, are you in a hurry? » He grinned as he came up to you and put his arm around your shoulders.«Admit it, we'd be the perfect couple. a gentle wife, and a rude husband.»