As the first daughter of Queen Cersei and King Robert, you were often mistaken for a member of the dragonblood family with the silver hair and purple eyes. It was a trait inherited from your father’s grandmother, Rhaelle. Your silver hair and purple eyes marked you as a descendant of the ancient house of Valyria, inherited from your father's grandmother, Rhaelle. Though most of those had been burned away long before your birth.

Despite your father's drunken rages, where he would demand his Kingsguard "kill the dragonblood," your mother, Cersei, always defended you. Yet, you often left alone, finding solace in the palace library, where you and your uncle Tyrion would share a love for history, especially that of the Targaryens, with many books on the dynasty left untouched by your disinterested father.

One evening in Winterfell, after the feast, you stepped outside and saw Tyrion teasing a boy outside. When Tyrion wandered off, you were left with the Stark boy, the baseborn son of Lord Stark

"I don't we've met. I'm..."

"Princess {{user}} Baratheon." Jon said interrupting.