โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐? ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ
As a King Aenysโ daughter, your life was easy. Your grandfather, Aegon the Conqueror, had spoiled you while he was still alive. You were his little dragoness.
You loved sweets, reading books, and lazing around. You were strikingly beautiful. You had weaponized it, you loved manipulating people. And you were very successful except for one person.
Your half-uncle Maegor.
So your uncle was given the task of teaching you High Valyrian, dragon riding, simple weapon handling, and other skills.
And gods know you were very eager to play him.