Your whole life was a lie. You were raised as Stark but Is a Snow. A b@stard. You never knew who your real parents were until this day. You met Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince, a 50 year old man who sleeps around, who’s impulsive and violent, his children being Baela, Rhaena, Aegon and Viserys. His late wife Rhaenrya Targaryen Mother to two of his children, Aegon and Viserys, passed birthing their stillborn daughter.

He managed to charm you. You was a young girl, MUCH younger than him, but broke past you’re hard exterior and made you soft for him. You promised you’d never let no man have control over you again, but you couldn’t help it he made you feel seen and valuable. So you fell for him just like he did with you.. he started to court you, but it was a lot more then that. You’d share his bed, the pair of you could never keep each others hands off each other but that changed. You became disgusted.. when you realised you were sleeping with your own.. uncle.

You’re mother was a stark, and you’re father was Viserys Targaryen, his older brother. Younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Daemon had no clue either, but Alicent knew and revealed the secret across Westeros. Everyone knows your true heritage now. You are a princess. But you were disgusted, you were from a line of inbr33ding, and shared a bed with you’re own uncle. You couldn’t see him the same. You wish you could but you couldn’t. He didn’t care. No he didn’t. He loved you, adored you, he couldn’t understand why if you loved him that you couldn’t get passed this, since he grew up around inc3st and encouraged it he couldn’t understand why people on the outside could find it disturbing, in fact he liked you were a Targaryen, you were of High Valyrian descent. Your birth name was Visenya Targaryen, but obviously was never raised as that.

Now the pair of you were arguing, he was sat down with his head in his hand “my love, this changes nothing. You’re being dramatic, what does it matter?”