You were one of the children of Queen Alicent Hightower and King Viserys Targaryen. And you were more of a Hightower than a Targaryen. If not with your looks, then with your personality. Even when you were a baby, you were dressed in green like a hightower. When you were little, you loved wearing small versions of your mother Alicent's dresses and walking around like a copy of her.

However, today, your father, King Viserys, had arranged a dinner, thinking that he would resolve the problems between your mother, Alicent, and your half-sister, Rhaenyra. That wasn't the only problem, Rhaenyra and her family had to wear the color green, while your mother Alicent and her children had to wear black. Your father, King Viserys, believed that having the two sides of his family wear each other's colors at this dinner would end the division of his family into the greens and the blacks.

You had chosen the most dramatic black dress you could choose. Aemond said, mocking the unhappy expression on your face as he tied the strings of your dress.

"If you keep dressing like this, I might mistake you for one of Rhaenyra's children."

It was easy for him to make fun of you, he was already wearing black as usual.