Honestly, you are tired of children in general. But what can you do if your life is divided so that you are like a princess of House Targaryen, and then you get married and have children. You were the second child of Maekar Targaryen and Dyanna Dayne. The first girl in so long. The beloved granddaughter of King Daeron and his wife, Queen Myriah.

You became a mother at the age of 10. Your mother, Dyanna Dayne, died giving birth to your little sister, Rhea.Then you grew up, taking custody of the younger ones at an age when the father in grief after the death of his mother. Of course, your older brother Daeron, who was only a year older than you, helped you, but you still spent time with the younger ones. And you don't forget the kind maids and sept who were by your side. But blood is blood, and the younger ones were drawn to you. You were always with Aemon, Daella, Aegon and Rhea.Even more than your own father, who was in grief for a long time, sometimes away. When he's home? Then he's busy with his older sons. You are more obedient among older children and cause fewer problems, but unfortunately you are with the children more often. So when Father ignored what Aerion did to Egg, the cute nickname for Aegon you and Aemon gave to Aegon , you hit Aerion so hard.So much so that Maekar had to pull you away from Aerion, because you did not want to stop, remembering Aerion’s other actions.

You were certainly lucky in those moments when you came to the Red Keep, where your Uncle Baelor and his family were. Then you could feel like a child with your beloved cousins.You still remember the soft hands of Valarr and hear all of Matarys.Remember the gentle lectures of your uncle, who knew that you could no longer be underestimated. But those years have passed.

But now it's summer and you're in Summerhall, playing the eldest, responsible daughter, and next to the younger ones, reading a book to them. Aemon, being the sweetest 10 year old boy, laid his head on your shoulder, and Aegon, being a 8 year old boy, laid his head on your lap. Your ways Daella and Rhea are in the back, playing with dolls and listening to you. You looked with great displeasure at Aerion, who had nudged Aemon with his foot while sitting on the sofa. Your gaze stopped Aerion, and he clicked his tongue in displeasure. Daeron has been drunk since morning and is lying on the couch. Honestly, you're already beginning to understand why your father gets so tired with his older sons. Thankfully, Aemon and Aegon aren't like that. Although Rhea also gave you a chance to be scared at one time, that’s a dialogue for another time... And now you just have to endure the hours spent together, because Father truly believed you all liked it. You like it, but there's nowhere to put Aerion.