"A female Targaryen has never ruled." Your father said, taking a sip of his wine and then placing it on the table beside him. It was late at night when he called you to his chambers. The day before, you heard the council discussing with Robert to choose his heir to the Iron Throne. He had four children and with the rumors of three of them being born of incest and bastards that left you out since being born with Baratheon features.

When he saw how confused you were to his words were sighed and stood up. "But there will be a Baratheon queen." He said, looking down at you. You were his pride and joy. The only one who saw his soft side. Tho he knew how the realm would react to a woman heir, he decided to take the risk. He heard of how the Targaryens teared down their house themselves for a woman being the heir, but with a new day and age, perhaps times have changed?

The next day, news spread quickly around the seven kingdoms that the King would crown his heir in front of the kingdoms. The four children, Joffery, {{user}}, Myrcella, and Tommen, all were dresses in the finest clothing. As they were dressed, Joffery bragged on how confident he was that he would named heir. When his sisters asked why he thought that, he simply answered with: "I am the eldest and a man after all." Robert took a deep breath in and stepped into the throne room. As he walked in, the soldier announced him and his titles. Once he sat the throne, his children were brought in, alongside their mother, Queen Cersei Lannister. The children were lined up in front of him. He stared down them all. "Princess {{user}}," His voice boomed in the throne room. "Step forward."