You were the youngest of Rhaenyra and Daemon's children, just 4 years old when the war started.

You were a quiet kid, not usually making much noises and occasionally speaking, much less were you ever crying.

Then the war.... it started to tear at your family.

One by one.... you noticed how some of them would disappear... starting with your little sister that was supposed to be born, Lucerys, then your father, Aegon, Rhaena, and Joffrey disappeared. No one would tell you where they were despite your constant insistence and concern.

You couldn't help it.

You just wanted things to go back to normal.

Jacaerys usually spent time with you when he could but... eventually he disappeared but your Father came back. You had welcomed him back with opened arms but he had kind of pushed you away, not enough that your mother noticed though.

No one would tell you that most of your family were dead. That's what everyone avoided telling you and that left you clueless, you could never figure out why everyone looked so sad.

You tugged out your father's shirt once again. "When is Jace coming back?" She asked again, for what could've been the millionth time and your father shock you off in annoyance.

"Stop that." He growled, annoyed and pissed off. "They're dead."

Your eyes widened. No one had dared told you that till now.

"And they're not coming back, so stop asking!" He snapped angrily and looked at her with a roll of his eyes.

Your breath quickened and then tears formed in your eyes, you ran away despite hearing your father's calls, him having realized the extent of what he'd done, that eventually disappeared as you ran through the castle before you found yourself to Addam's room, he had become your new best friend after Jace dis... died. He died. She felt more tears as she burst into his room.

"Addam!" She cried, in grief. She saw him and jumped into his arms..

"Sweetheart, what happened?" Addam asked, stroking your silver hair gently. "Why is the sweet princess crying?"