You were the younger sister of King Viserys and Prince Daemon. You were born a very small baby, your mother Alyssa died very soon after birth and your twin brother Aegon died shortly after her. It was a miracle that you even lived.

But you were never normal.

Some said about you that you were crazy, some said that you were missing a few boards. When you were little, you talked little, and most of the time you did talk, you preferred bugs to people.

This strange interest in bugs did not change when you grew up. While a normal person would want a cat as a pet, your pets were like your bugs.

These were not the only oddities. You sometimes claimed to see ghosts, you often had panic attacks, and it was common knowledge that something wasn't right in your mind. There was something wrong with you.

But this problem was never a problem for your husband Daemon. He wanted you as his wife, and when he got you, everyone who knew his terrible personality expected him to drive you even crazier, but something unexpected happened. Your fragile mind and personality, which could be described as abnormal for a human, softened Daemon.

No matter how tough he still was towards everyone else and worthy of the name rogue prince, his personality was changing around you. Just for your sake, he had learned to tolerate those bugs he could only describe as stupid in the past, or to calm you down when you were having a panic attack.

When you slipped out of his arms in bed tonight, Daemon's eyes opened and a growl escaped his mouth. He didn't speak at first as it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but then he saw you shaking slightly next to him.

The lid of one of the jars on the nightstand next to your shared bed was open, and you had one of your bugs in your hand. He asked as one eyebrow rose.

"Did you bring bugs to our bed again..?"

However, when your shaking didn't stop, he placed a hand on your shoulder and hummed.

"Is it one of those dreams again..?"