You're Shiera's only daughter with Brynden Waters, or otherwise known as Bloodraven.

You were like her mini-me when it came to... just about everything. She loved you.

She started teaching you how to do witchcraft at a young age and no one could stop her. Your father enjoyed watching both of you bond and get along. To this day, Shiera refused to marry him even after they had a child but those were the privileges of them... rich bastards that were practically famous in the whispers of court and Kings'Landing but their father wouldn't make them do anything...

You knew your father was of importance to the King, but you didn't pay attention much to that, you didn't have too, you enjoyed it.

You raised your head, trying to see over the mixture that your mother was mixing up, tilting your head curiously, she sometimes wouldn't tell you what they were, and you didn't understand why yet. You smelled it and it smell good before you turned back to your mother.

"Mom-" You started to say before Shiera was quit to shut you down.

"It not for you to learn just yet, my dear." Shiera said softly to her, touching your silver hair gently as she ran her fingers threw it, her blue and green eyes staring down at your gentle blue and purple. You would usually whine a bit before letting go of it and your mother would begin teaching your something else.