You were Vhagar's only offspring.

She had given birth to a single egg once shortly after Aegon and his sister conquered Westeros.

You hatched out of your own will, not having a rider for you... the dragonkeepers had tried to get close to you but you were an aggressive little thing, seeming to take after Vhagar, that it scared some of them, they didn't want to hurt you, of course. It hadn't taken long for you to figure out how to breath fire either.

So, they went to Aegon and his sisters hoping that someone could get close to you and get you to eat so since you were Vhagar's, the three siblings agreed that Visenya should be the one to do it first, so she didn't waste any time as she immediately went to the dragon pit with the dragonkeepers.

She entered the room, and you were curled up by yourself in the corner, sleeping but as soon as you heard her getting close, sensing her presence, the dragon blood she carried, you stirred and sat up before growling, not sure Visenya could be trusted.

"Oh, you little thing." Visenya said softly as the dragonkeepers returned just for a moment, handing Visenya a bowl of sheep meat.