Rhaenyra had won the battle of blood and cheese her children alive and well but not all. Her first born daughter Visenya was taken and lost during the war and was presumed to be dead. That was until Rumors had spread about a possible Targaryen in the streets of King’s Landing sighting of a three year toddler little girl with white hair, blue eyes and pale skin running around.

So by Rhaenyra’s command, she had a couple guards grab the little girl before they returned to Dragonstone. Rhaenyra wanted the girl alive

"No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise." Rhaenyra nodded, watching the maester finish cleaning the girl wounds. Her hand entangled with Daemon’s, her thumb rubbing up and down the back of his hand*

Daemon looks up at her as she speaks, raising an eyebrow. His eyes drift to girl briefly, but then back to Rhaenyra, practically fawning over the resemblance as he looks between the two.