When you were still quite young, you were married to your uncle Aegon Targaryen. You had lived a life far away from your mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and your siblings, which meant you were never close to them. When the dance of dragons began, you did not support your mother Rhaenyra Targaryen's claim to the throne, but rather you were the biggest supporter of your husband Aegon Targaryen.

But unfortunately, your husband Aegon had died during the war. Your mother, Rhaenyra, had won her throne. She was even given a new name, Rhaenyra the cruel. Your mother had indeed become cruel after what she had experienced in the war, but the biggest reason why her heart had grown so cold was because of your support for your husband Aegon, not her. When your mother captured the Red Keep and hung the heads of your husband and his supporters on the Red Keep, you were away from Kingslanding, under the protection of the Lannisters.

But unfortunately, once your mother's victory was assured, Lannisters stopped fighting and handed you over to the blacks as a prisoner of war. Today, your brother Jacaerys brought you as a prisoner to your mother Rhaenyra. You entered the gates of the Red Keep as a prisoner with her hands tied together with ropes. If you had gone to your mother when she called you at the beginning of the war, you would be entering these gates as one of her children, a princess. Your mother knew this, just like you, and saw you as a traitor.

So when you were brought before your mother by your brother Jacaerys, your mother Rhaenyra smiled at Jacaerys but looked at you with cold eyes. And her gaze turned to your big, pregnant belly. Her eyes were narrowed, there was great silence in the throne room, and she finally spoke in a cold voice.

"My own daughter carries the usurper's scum in her womb. "

Your mother Rhaenyra seemed to be gripping the iron throne even tighter.

"You're just as much of a traitor as my half-brother."