You were the youngest of the Baratheon sisters, the most fragile and not the pretiest yet Aemond, the prince, has took interest in you; you with your sweet 16 years were the 19 years old pince's obsession, he married you before the dance began; or at least before it even existed, because your sweet spirit calmed the waters, it stoped the dance. You were currently pregnant with yours and Aemond's first child on your shared chamber when Aemond enters, his face lighting up when he sees you

"My love" he says, walking towards the bed you're laying in and sitting on it's edge and putting one hand on your belly "How are you today? I told the service to leave us alone today so it will be only you, me and our child"