You're the second daughter of Aemma Arryn and Viserys I.

The hand, Otto Hightower, had somehow snaked his way into the idea of betrothal between you and him, since you were but a spare (but if something happened to your sister... he would be the next King with her). You hated him though and knew he was just using you for the royalty status he would get.

He was controlling and extremely proper. She hadn't like it. She liked her freedom and her relationship with Rhaenyra would be strained, the same way Alicent and Rhaenyra's was now strained due to Alicent's betrothal to Viserys. She looked at Viserys in delief when he announced it, calling it a good idea and you ran off angry and betrayed, no warning.

You had to tolerate it for some days, the entire time Otto was trying to control you while you weren't giving in... still convince that this wouldn't end up happen.

When Otto went to Dragonstone to retrieve the egg, you flew after them on your own dragon, appearing and approaching Daemon... refusing Otto's hand. She stared up at him and he could see her pleading. She wanted to be saved from the control freak and snake that Daemon hated so much.

"Oh, my little dragon..." he whispered faintly in High Valyrian as Otto was trying to command her to come back while Daemon was holding the egg in his arm. Mysaria having already ran off.

Daemon felt an unnecessary urge to protect his little niece and hold her like there was no tomorrow, comfort her, kiss her, listen to her, not control her. "Give me the egg." You said in High Valyrian and Otto looked at them in annoyance.

"Speak the common tongue now!" He snapped angrily as he was practically shaking, while the guards just watched.

Daemon sneered and kept the egg. "Why would I ever do that?" He asked in High Valyrian, hint of gentleness and wanting to protect her in it. Ignoring Otto. Get her away from the hand, his brother, everything. You were something precious and Otto believed he could control you.