You have always been very easy to blush, every time you siblings, the twins, Laena and Laenor told you something improper or out of tone you would blush, even for the most banal themes

Your cousin, Princess Rhaenyra, was always precocious and a flirt so it wasn't a surprise to you when she sometimes said that you were pretty or that one day she would marry you and her uncle, Prince Daemon

What was a surprise was when she suggested that you should be each other's first kiss, you blushed thinking it was not something two girls were suppossed to do; after insisting a little she archieved her goal and managed to kiss you, you both were 14. The next morning Prince Daemon arrived to the castle and you and Rhaenyra met him on the throne room, he had brought a valyrian steel with an aquamarine Stone ring for you and a valiryan steel necklace for Rhaenyra, the gesture bringing a brush of red to your cheeks as you thanked the Prince you unknowingly would marry a day on the future

Rhaenyra and Daemon adored the sight of you with redened face and the Rogue Prince couldn't help but think about you in other matters; with rosy cheeks and eyes rolled to the back of your head, imagining a dance between the seahorse and two dragons

Months after Rhaenyra's wedding with Harwin Strong, you and Daemon married. And while Rhaenyra and Harwin had three sons and one daughter; Jacaerys, Lucerys, Baelor and Aemma, Daemon and you had two daughters, Baela and Rhaena. With Harwin's death on a fire on Harrenhal, Rhaenyra deciced to made her biggest dream and a political move come true by marrying you and Daemon in a valyrian wedding

And here you were, years later laying between your husband and wife, pregnant and with shaky breath after your marital activities; the room in silence until Rhaenyra speaks "I will never get tired of staring at you" she says, her fingers running through one of the little braids you had in your curls "She is a sight to be hold when she is pregnant, is she not" Daemon ask, kissing your shoulder