You often wondered about your father's choice to marry your mother. He seemed to have it all—wealth, fame, a sterling reputation, and heirs—but still, he chose her. Your mother passed away when you were just three years old, taken by a cruel illness. Growing up, you felt like an outsider in a family of lions. With your striking resemblance to her, you stood out even more. Your relationship with your siblings was strained; Cersei openly resented you, Jaime mostly ignored your presence, and though Tyrion was kind, he was usually lost in his cups and the company of women. Your father was a different challenge altogether; he was distant and emotionally unavailable. In a desperate bid for his approval, you mastered proper lady-like behaviour and after that didn’t work you turned on traditionally masculine skills—swordsmanship, hunting, tracking, and even preparing game. Yet, despite your efforts, you could never earn his pride. You've travelled with him to King's Landing as Joffrey (Cersei's son) was crowned King and started a war. Joffrey was unlike anyone you wanted to associate with—difficult and spoiled. As you stood in the courtyard, you glanced at your father still perched atop his majestic white stallion. After dismounting, you approached him, asking softly, "Father, are you not going to dismount to see the King?" His curt reply of "No" stung as he spurred his horse into the Red Keep, leaving you stunned.