You’d been the second choice.

The second daughter of King Viserys and the late Queen Aemma, just a few years younger than Rhaenyra.

It had been you- ten years ago- that Daemon had turned to after leaving Rhaenyra in the brothel.

Now- after not seeing each other for ten years- you two meet at his wife, Laena Velaryon’s, funeral. A boy with white hair trailing behind you, huffing about how unfair it was he didn’t get to fly his dragon to the isle.

The kid a carbon copy of Daemon.