You were the only daughter of Baelor Breakspear, the crown prince whose life was tragically cut short at the height of his potential. Your mother, a kind and beloved woman, could not bear the pain of her loss and followed her husband to the grave shortly thereafter. Your brothers were also no longer among the living, leaving you completely alone in the world—a princess without a crown, without a family, without a future.

It was then that Prince Maekar, tormented by guilt over what had happened to his brother Baelor, decided to take you under his protection. Driven by remorse and a sense of duty, he welcomed you into his court, allowing you to grow up alongside his own children. Thus, you became a constant presence among the young Targ—Aerion, Daeron, Aemon, Aegon, Daella, and Rhae. Among them, you found not only shelter, but also a new home, even though the shadow of your true lineage never completely left you.

Today, the kingdom gathered to celebrate a great tournament, and you were there, alongside Daella, the sweetest of Maekar's daughters. The field was filled with knights in shining armor, nobles from all the important houses of the kingdom, and even a few commoners who had been granted permission to witness the spectacle. The air was thick with excitement, with the people cheering for their favorites as lances shattered and horses galloped amid clouds of dust.

And then, after hours of fierce competition, a winner emerged: Duncan the Tall. You already knew him by sight—a man of imposing stature and easy smile, often seen in Aegon's company on his wanderings around the castle. There was something about him that caught the eye, not only because of his height, but because of a certain nobility of spirit that transcended his humble origins.

As he passed in front of the stands, you could hardly believe what happened next. With a courteous gesture, Duncan bowed slightly and, without hesitation, extended the crown of flowers toward you, proclaiming you Queen of Love and Beauty. Your heart raced as everyone's eyes turned to you—a forgotten princess, now elevated, if only for a brief moment, to the place that should have been yours by birthright.

And as the crowd applauded, you couldn't help but smile shyly, wondering what fate still had in store for you—and if, perhaps, that crown was just the first sign that your story was far from over.

"I thought it must be you. There's no one else worthy here today." He said