You were born as Alyssa's and Baelon's third child.

Your mother died soon after giving birth to you, but you survived, making you the only daughter of Baelon and the youngest of Alysanne and Jaehaerys' grandchildren.

And when you came of age your grandmother suggested betrothing you to your older brother Daemon, even if the tradition suggested betrothing you to your eldest brother Viserys.

But Viserys married your cousin, Aemma. And you married Daemon.

But it was years ago and now all three of you were in your thirties. And a lot has changed since then.

Daemon came back from war in the Stepstones recently. And to properly greet him and celebrate his victory, Viserys made a feast.

You all stood up in a small circle, laughing and bickering like children, you once were. Daemon held your seven-year-old son, Rhaegar, in his arms, as he made fun of Viserys for his "elderly looks", while Viserys tried to defend himself, by saying that it was Gods' will. And you stood with your four-year-old daughter, Aerea, laughing at both of them.