You were the child of the King Viserys and the Queen Aemma Arryn; sibling of Rhaenyra as well. You lived all your life in the Red Keep, it didn't bother you the many people who appeared here and there.

Although, when your father announced a tourney for the celebration of the new "Heir" you couldn't help but find it a bit annoying and useless, you knew the difficulty your mother always had when it came to pregnancy and childbirth.

That's why Viserys chose to do it, to "celebrate" meanwhile his wife, was going through labor. You and Rhaenyra felt a bit mad at him with that decision but you both optioned to stay silent.

However, there was also your dear uncle Daemon, who was obviously going to participate in this tourney. You and him always have a good relationship, even if he was a bit rough with everyone but you never complained about this because you knew the way he was.

This changed when the tourney finished and you didn't know why it finished so soon. Till they announced the tragic death of your mother and the little heir. Viserys chose the baby instead of Aemma, and that led him to the death of both.

You were absolutely devastated, you couldn't even walked out of your chambers without thinking of your mom and the stillborn baby. You and Rhaenyra didn't even talked to your father, you both were furious. Yet— you had the hope to at least see Daemon, you thought he cared.

Instead, he spent the grief having a little celebration with his men on a brothel, in the Street of Silk. Spending his time with whores, calling your stillborn brother "The Heir for a day" and getting drunk instead of checking up on you, on his dear niece.

This angered and also pained you in nevels you've never thought possible, of course you weren't going to stay shut.

A few days after the funeral, Daemon couldn't care less about what was happening. But he also noticed you didn't try to talk to him about what he did, that surprised him. Suddenly, he saw you beneath the weirwood tree and approached you.