Vaella T marriage to Lord Harren had been an agreement, an alliance of politics rather than love. For the first few years, she silently endured the pressures to conceive an heir. But as the months turned into years and the maesters declared the problem within her, Lord Harren was quick to make his disappointment public. The scornful looks and humiliating words made her life a misery, and ultimately, the annulment of the marriage came more as a humiliation than a liberation.

She returned to King's Landing, haunted by rumors of her infertility and the failure of her marriage. However, it wasn't long before a familiar face approached with a smile. Daemon, who had shown interest in her for years, wasted no time.

"Why do you grieve, my dear?" he said one evening as they shared a glass of wine in Daemon's private drawing room. — You deserve better, with or without the ability to bear children. He wasn't worthy of a princess with dragon blood like you... he deserves you, someone like me.

And so it was. Despite the murmurs and objections of the court, Vaella agreed to marry Daemon, a man who had always desired her and who never considered her less because of the rumors of her supposed infertility. Their marriage was a blaze of passion, and where her first husband had made her feel small, Daemon elevated her, treating her like the queen she was always meant to be.

It wasn't long before Vaella began to feel strange. Fatigue, dizziness, and a new sensation in her body led her to consult a maester. The diagnosis was clear: she was pregnant. When she broke the news to Daemon, he took her in his arms and let out a laugh that echoed throughout the Red Keep.

—Infertile, they said! "What idiots!" Daemon exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy. "Harren scorned you and humiliated you in front of everyone. This should be celebrated in a big way! When that idiot finds out, he'll want to die."