You were the sister of Laena and Laenor; while they were extroverts and wild kids you were silent, admiring books and your lineage, especially the conqueror Queens, Visenya and Rhaenys

Just a mere years younger than his daughter, your uncle, King Viserys and your father, decided that you were perfect to be princess Rhaenyra's lady in waiting

And, while to the world you and Rhaenyra were friends, inside her chambers you were more, Letting glances, kisses and touches unfold themselves

Years later on Rhaenyra's and Laenor's wedding you met who a month later would be your husband, Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince on whom both you and Rhaenyra felt attraction to

From your marriage you had twins, Baela and Rhaena, and from Rhaenyra and Laenor's three, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrie; all of them sweet boys even if the court thought they were bastards and it's true, they were but not because they were brunette or curly

Jacaerys had Daemon's shade of platinum strands and Rhaenyra's eyes, Lucerys was very similar to Rhaenyra's mother, late Queen Aemma Arryn and little Joffrie had some of your traits

Now after saying good bye to your dear sister and a moment between your beloved and you, you three ran to Driftmark's great hall, seeing the chaos within

Worried you focused on your kids and your nephews and niece, seeing the wound on Aemond's eye and making you gasp. Turns out that while playing Aemond tripped on front of a sharp rock, making the eye go blind and to the flesh to tear; while the children tried to explain to an enraged Alicent that it was no one's fault but of the rock, hopping she might listen