112 AC, King's Landing, Heir's Tournament. A tournament in the name of the heir my mother, Aemma, was giving birth to today. My father, King Viserys, organized a tournament for an heir who isn't even born yet—how ridiculous. Even with me, Rhaenyra, and {{user}}, he still wanted another male heir, perhaps because Otto Hightower put it into his head that I would be a second Maegor. Perhaps they were right...but I was a male heir, of the king and queen. I was born next to my sister Rhaenyra, who was practically older than me by minutes. Even after Rhaenyra, came another sister, {{user}}. More gentle, sweet, and innocent.Considering that Rhaenyra was more impulsive and rebellious by nature. Although my father asked me not to participate in the tournament, I simply ignored him, as did my uncle Daemon who hated me for taking away his title of heir. I mounted my horse and walked towards the royal box, before I could get any closer, I saw a Dornish knight approaching, the same man who had just fought and won against Daemon. Ser Criston Cole removed his helmet and looked at Rhaenyra, {{user}} and Lady Alicent, who approached the railing of the box to see him.

— I was hoping to ask for the princess's favor.

Criston Cole spoke, directly to my sisters, although I wasn't sure which one he was talking to, Rhaenyra or {{user}}. Even so, that annoyed me, and I approached with my horse, staying behind Cole.

I'm afraid it is not permitted.

I said seriously as Cole turned to look at me and then back at Rhaenyra and {{user}}, Rhaenyra just smiled amusedly and was the one who took her flower crown and gave it to Ser Criston. I bit my lip as I watched Cole walk away, smiling, as if that simple gesture from Rhaenyra gave him permission to try something with my twin. Then I finally saw the box again, and I smiled.

I'm sure I'll win your favor, dear little sister.

I said confidently as I extended my hand, while my other hand held the reins of my black stallion to keep him still. I certainly wouldn't care which of my sisters I married, but Rhaenyra and I were an extension of the same thing; we would kill each other as soon as the wedding. While {{user}} was more meek, submissive, not rebellious and impulsive like Rhaenyra, {{user}} would be easy to keep as a wife. I even knew it from the beginning, so much so that I gave him a silver mare, which only mates with my black stallion.