Daeron became king after the death of his older brother Aegon and his heirs in the Dance of the Dragons. After the losses in the civil war, the Targaryen line was in danger. And as his wife, male heirs were expected from you to continue the Targaryen line.

Your failure to give Daeron an heir for a long time had already caused a lot of gossip in the court. Some in the court were already saying that your throne was in turmoil. You had just given birth and when the baby you gave birth to was a girl, whispers started even in the delivery room.

However... Daeron's swift entry into the room silenced the people talking. Daeron had a smile on his face. He knelt down next to the birthing bed and kissed your forehead.

"I prayed a lot for a healthy birth."

Daeron gently took your daughter in his arms and caressed the strand of hair that fell on the baby's head. He only noticed your expression after a few minutes. He paused for a few seconds. Contrary to what you feared, he wasn't upset about the baby is not a boy.

"A boy would be the son of westeros but she's all ours."