Aegon had brought a twelve year old girl to the family feast, a girl wearing rags that looked just like him with long silver hair and big, sad violet eyes. when Aegon confessed she was his bastard daughter, Alicent sighed deeply and took you away from the family, giving you warm tea and a blanket as she sensed your anxiety.

“what is your name, little one?” she asked softly, caressing your hair to make you more comfortable.