Ashford. 209 AC. Midnight.

The cold, dark guest rooms at castle Ashford were not fit for royalty. She never complained though.

The daughter of Aerys and Aelinor, the failed marriage that ended up in tragedy. Aelinor dead, Aerys left with a daughter he didn’t want. Bound to be a septa one day, most said, despite her betrothal to Byron Baratheon.

The only girl in her family to come to Ashford, to celebrate with her new future husband and watch him joust. Though she never showed up anywhere at the tournament with him.

She heard people behind the curtain divider muttering. Her Uncles, she assumed. Speaking of her missing cousins, Daeron and Aegon.

Aegon was the closest thing to a son she thought she’d ever have. Daeron was the closest example of a soulmate she’d ever known. And they were missing.

Well, only Aegon now. Maekar had found Daeron drunk at an inn with many women.

She listened to Daeron get a loud smack and being kicked by his father, and Maekar angrily slamming the door and leaving the room. She watched from above the landing, observing Maekar leave into the dark hallway. When the coast was clear, she snuck into the chambers of where her cousin was staying.