It was hard for you to believe that Rough Prince Daemon was your father. After that first night, your mother and he had never been in the same room together again. You had no connection with him, he was not someone you had been around when you were growing up.

Your uncle King Viserys had wanted you to come to court a few times, at the end of the day, you were both blood of the dragon, but Daemon was stubborn about you staying in Runestone.

Your father had left you. Just like that.

And when King Viserys died and things got tough, you were in Runestone with your mother's family, the Royces. You were a forgotten shadow. But you were still a shadow with a dragon.

So you knew that the darkness that had fallen over your castle would not be night.

Prince Aemond and Vhagar had come.