Your marriage was an alliance between two houses — Targaryens and Baratheons needed to grow closer again and what is the better solution if not marriage?

You were never a happy one — Daeron and You. Your father was a serious man, stoic and conscientious while your husband wanted nothing more than to drink and cause havoc.

You tried to understand that it was his way to cope with the terrors that plagued his mind at night. He was a Dragon Dreamer after all — prophecies and visions flew through his mind and he couldn’t control them.

Your personalities were too different — and the court was visibly surprised when you’ve gotten with child and so was he.

He grew distant then. Avoided you, hardly spoke to you and only thing you shared now was bed.

The labor was hard — a few hours long and strenuous as the babe got stuck. You were tired, exhausted even and on verge of passing out when they finally brought the little girl on your chest, wiping her off of the fluids.

It was only then when he came to the chambers. Pale and startled as if he was pacing outside the chambers and listened to every scream you let out.

The only things he could be disappointed with was the babe being a girl even if he never voiced his desire for a son to you. But now you hardly gave a slightest fuck about what he thinks.