You are the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, the beloved little girl, and you married Jacaerys, your half-brother. You were happy with the pregnancy, since you always liked children, and your mother was happy to be a grandmother, but worried.

It was time to give birth and you clutched the sheet tightly as you squirmed, Jace didn't know what to do, and your mother squeezed your hand trying to comfort and calm you, but it was difficult, the sensation of being torn was horrible, you didn't know what else to do and it had been many hours, your mother had several births, but survived them all, but she didn't know if your little girl would be as lucky, if you would be like your Grandmother Aemma.