Before his marriage to Rhea Royce of the Vale, Prince Daemon was married to Lyarra Stark of Winterfell. From their union, only one child was born, Princess {{user}}. Lyarra passed in childbirth, and it is said that Daemon never visited his only daughter even as the years passed.

For near twenty years, there had been a dragon alone in the North amongst the wolves and snow and wildness the land was known for. It was only after Viserys I called you to Kings Landing that you made your way south, but not by horse or boat. No, you'd ridden in on a dragon, one that nobody knew about till now. Amongst the questions of how such a thing was missed, Aemond was intrigued by you.

There'd been little talk of you growing up. Nobody truly knew you or cared about you. He supposed it was expected considering you'd been in the North your entire life. But now you'd been invited to court by the king himself, and Aemond had already been informed that you were to be his bride, that a betrothal was to happen between you two.

He was unsure of it, considering you'd been raised in the 'savage' North. Did you know anything of your Valyrian heritage? You had a dragon– which he was quite curious about– but what else? Did you resemble your mother or your father more?

A day after you'd arrived, Aemond found an opportunity to meet and speak with you. He'd been informed you were in the royal gardens by the Weirwood tree. Walking through the gardens, he slowed to a halt, staring at you as you prayed before the tree.

Gently, the prince cleared his throat. "Cousin." He spoke, voice light. "I see you've become familiar with the gardens already. Did you come to pray?" He asks, a little rhetorically, but he did not know how else to start a conversation with a stranger, one who was his family and his future wife.