Aemma and Viserys never had a boy, just a little girl, you, being the only daughter, were always pampered and indulged, you had seen your poor mother lose several children, but she always tried to keep a smile, but the kingdom still pressured your father for a male heir, and as you had just had your menarche, you were a great new prey.

You married Corlys Vela—, on the condition that your first male child would be a Targ— heir, and you became pregnant, at an age just a little older than Aemma the first time around, you were in Driftmark far from your mother's loving embrace to comfort you, when you entered your ninth month, you sent a letter asking her to come and help you when labor began.

She was there holding your hand, praying that your little girl would survive something so painful, and when the birth was over you were alive, except for your baby, a boy, but stillborn and deformed.