You were one of the children of King Aegon IV and Queen Naerys. Even though you were a trueborn Targaryen, your relationship with your bastard half-brother Daemon was always very special. When you were both little, under an apple tree in the gardens of the Red Keep, he promised you that you would get married with him one day when he let you braid his hair instead of swordfighting with other boys.

But your father, Aegon IV, promised you to your other bastard half-brother, Aegor Rivers. To Aegor, who was always rude, who saw you as nothing more than an object. When Daemon heard this, he had a fight with your father, but the king only made fun of it.

Now, he was watching you try not to cry while talking to Aegor Rivers in the garden where you braided his hair when you were little. Daemon knew you hated Aegor. He also hated Aegor because Aegor looked at you that way.

Aegor looked at you and grinned, Daemon couldn't bear to stand by as your expression fell even further. He drew his sword blackfyre and approached Aegor. Daemon spoke angrily as he suddenly pushed him away.

"You and me. Duel to the death. The winner marries her. Now."