As she escaped the attempted dragon-claim on Dragonstone, she rowed away in a stray boat. As the waves were brewing, it threw her overboard. It was a foggy memory until she awoke in a bed—in the Red Keep.

“Ah, the bastard is awake.” she heard, looking up and seeing none other then Aemond Targaryen. She began to squirm, he shushed her.

“I won’t hurt you. If you tell me your parentage.”

Her heart dropped.