You are the only daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma. You were the most pampered and beloved princess, not only by royalty but also by the people, as it was throughout the seven kingdoms. You were a very pretty girl, with purple eyes and white hair, slim and tall, with your great dragon by your side and your beautiful family supporting you.

You were perfect, a princess educated to perfection, endowed with excellent skills, you were simply exquisite. Everything was perfect, until your father and mother died. That was the first time you felt great pain, that's when your way of thinking changed greatly. You appreciated the things of the present and people more. Death was more present in your mind, and also a great burden on your shoulders.

Now you were the queen, a queen without a king, the first woman to rule. This also affected you because everyone had loved you before, but now some no longer did, thinking you didn't deserve it and didn't have the qualities to rule the seven kingdoms.

Without the support of your parents but with the support of close people and a few vipers, you were able to make your first decisions. Then Daemon appeared, your uncle, your father's brother whom you hadn't seen since he went to war and returned victorious. He gave you the crown he had won and swore eternal loyalty to you.

From then on, you and he became inseparable. You mistakenly trusted him as an ally and didn't see him for what he was. You let yourself be blinded and fell for his charm, even though you knew what he was like. You were so needy for affection and validation that you accepted what he gave you, and at first, it wasn't so bad.

He became your husband and king consort. He was excellent. He was kind, caring, loving. He supported you, understood you, encouraged you, and gave you advice when you needed it. So, with that love blossoming, with the kingdom more stable, you became pregnant and had five beautiful babies with him: three boys and the last two girls. He was delighted to be a father.

That's how you became a family. The years continued to pass, and according to you, everything was still wonderful until you began to notice some strange things about your husband. The most important is that you caught him several times flirting with very young girls, high-class girls, or sometimes just servants.

You confronted him once, took him to a private place. At first, he denied everything, but then he got fed up with it and told you that you must be disgusting to him. That your body had changed after having his children, and that you were now fat, and that he didn't like it. He also called you old.

And he admitted that he had been having intimate relationships with young girls for some time and that you shouldn't bother him about it. He said he'd done a lot for you, and that he deserved that. Hearing him, you felt a sharp pain in your chest. You couldn't even respond at that moment, and he wasted no time leaving. You were left alone crying.

After that, a time passed where you didn't seek him out at all. You only focused on governing and your children, until, well, when the sadness dissipated, you realized that for many men, you weren't old, ugly, or fat. You knew you had a nickname: the kingdom's delight. And that's how you let older or younger men court you. Obviously, you did it discreetly, enjoying the tension, the fleeting encounters, and the joy it had brought to your life.

But even so, rumors began to circulate.

At first, I didn't want to believe the rumors, but now seeing this confirms what I feared: you smiling while that damn Cole openly flirts with you. I know that people have seen that bastard in our chambers and then you drinking moon tea.

This can't be happening to me. I didn't think that, I don't even know what I thought. I just assumed you'd never have anything with another man. I can't hold back any longer, so I stop talking to the girl and walk over to you. I come up behind you and place my hands on your hips.

"My wife, I want that you come with me NOW see our children." I speak and I'll get you away.