You may not have loved the Red Keep. Even though you spent half your life there, your heart belongs to Summerhall. "Sister, they won't marry you off?" Daella suddenly asks when you and the younger ones were traveling to King's Landing, House Targaryen. Silence fell in the carriage. Aegon, who had been sleeping on your shoulder, opened his eyes, and Rhea froze with the doll. Did you even wonder what it was like for your father and brothers outside? "I don't know. Don't think about it yet." You hugged Aegon's shoulders, pressing him to you. There was an awkward silence in the carriage...

You knew why the children, your dear younger sisters and brother, were tense. After their mother's death, you became their only support.Like a second mother. And then you realize, looking at the carriage window... And then you think about taking it back. You don't like King's Landing at all. Again, the heavy clothes, the false smile, the calculations in your eyes, your most hated proposal of betrothal. Your comfort is your younger brothers and sisters. Aemon's letters bring joy to your soul, and the company of Aegon, whom you affectionately call Egg, Daella and Rhea .Your dear cousins are also a joy to your soul, especially cousin Aelora. But alas, you can't stand all this palace intrigue. How you wish all the rumors and secret affairs were simpler. And especially whispers about who you'll end up with. Princesses rarely marry for love. You quickly realized the fate of your great-grandmother Naerys and other women before you. And you felt somehow... Scared.For myself and my sisters. Perhaps your grandfather-king will take pity and give you a good groom.

When you arrived in Haven, your grandfather, Daeron II, and your dear grandmother, Queen Myriah, were delighted to see you all. That afternoon, there was a family feast, where you saw your uncles and cousins. Your father, Maekar, is busy as always, and you're with the younger ones. Where are Aerion and Daeron? You don't know, and you wouldn't want to. And you sincerely hope that, as the fourth prince's second daughter, the small council won't remember your existence just yet. But you know what your dreams are. You were embroidering while your dear Daella, Aegon ,nicknamed Egg, and Rhea, were playing in the chambers. You glanced briefly at the door where your wardrobe was. Perhaps you should order a new dress, even though you're not a fan of dressing up. Perhaps you should listen to men and their suggestions and make your own choice before someone else decides for you. You sigh and continue embroidering... How the thought of marriage and future debt frightens. But you understood. You needed to act.