Your father Aegon had nothing left. His brothers Aemond and Daeron were dead, his sister wife Helaena was dead, his sons Jaehaerys and Maelor were dead. They were all dead.

All Aegon had left was you, his daughter.

And Aegon couldn't even make you his heir.

The war called Dance of Dragons, which caused him to lose everything, had started because of the claim that a woman could not ascend to the throne. No one had even suggested to Aegon that he make you his heir. For it would be hypocritical for Aegon to make you his heir.

Aegon wasn't sure if he had won the war or not. Being king didn't mean much to him when he couldn't even make his only surviving child an heir.

He felt ashamed. He was avoiding confronting you. You were both a reminder to him of what he lost and he was ashamed of himself because he couldn't make you his heir.

But today things had changed a little.

Several of the lords on Aegon's small council wanted the son of his sister Rhaenyra, whom he had killed and whom he was determined to call no other than a whore, to be made heir.

Rhaenyra's son was the last remaining male in the Targaryen dynasty. However, after Aegon had already lost everything so that Rhaenyra could not ascend to the throne, he was in no mood to make Rhaenyra's son his heir.

Aegon had shouted at those lords and then stormed out of the council chamber.

His feet had led him to the bedroom where you were playing with your dolls. He knew you were just as traumatized as he was after the war, but he was too much of a coward to confront you.

He watched you from the door for a few seconds, then approached you. He sat next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

He hated himself for not knowing how to talk to his own daughter. It took time to gather the words.

"I know I haven't always been the best father." "But..."

He lifted your chin to look into your eyes.

"No matter what anyone says, you are my heir, you know that, right?"