You were born as the only child of Argilac Durrandon, the King of Storm's End. Being his only child, meant you were his heiress.

That's why you didn't bend your knee to Aegon the Dragon, after your father died in a battle at the hands of Orys Baratheon. Argilac claimed, he won't die like a roasted pig with an apple in its mouth. He decided to fight, till his last breath, dying with a sword in his hand and curse in his mouth. That's, at least, what the messenger has told you.

You knew that your father, Argilac the Arrogant, would never bend, that's why you didn't too. You closed the gates of Storm's End, calling yourself the Queen of Storm. Even when Rhaenys the Conqueror, younger sister-wife of Aegon, appeared on her dragon Meraxes to start negotiations, with stoic expression, you said you won't bend the knee, and if she tries to take the castle, she'll get only blood and ashes.

You never thought your own men would betray you though.

A few of your guards, opened your chambers, late during the night. They took advantage of you, using you for their own pleasure, gagging your mouth with a cloth, and chaining you, when you started to fight them.

After they had their fun with you, they took you out of the castle, naked, chained, and with a cloth in your mouth. You looked at the castle of Storm's End, seeing a white flag. That was a confirmation of what you already knew - they gave in to Aegon the Dragon.

They took you to Orys Baratheon's war camp, your father's murderer. But he acted kinder than you expected. He unchained you, and put a thick coat on your shoulders. You never thought you'll get more kindness from your enemy than your own vassals.

Orys poured you some wine in the cup, and put it in front of you. When you looked at him suspiciously, he smiled slightly.

"It's not poisoned." He said and sat across of you, taking in your features. "Your father died an honourable death." He added after a moment of silence.