You were always Alicent's most indomitable daughter, a free spirit whom many compared to young Rhaenyra. You liked to play with danger, stealing kisses from cooks or guards just for fun, and you had no qualms about mocking the Faith of the Seven. He didn't hesitate to confront his mother. But beneath all that vivacity was a girl with a deep sensitivity, perhaps the reason you had so few friends.

Then came that night. A party among the commoners, an attempt to escape the weight of the court. But the freedom you so desperately sought was cruelly and irrevocably snatched from you, and you, a drunken young girl, fell into the clutches of a vicious commoner. Ever since, the Red Keep has been your self-imposed prison. The girl who was once the wind that blew free now hides in the shadows of her own fears. Alicent noticed the change but didn't ask, her indifference speaking louder than words.

You carried this weight alone, fearing that the truth, if told, would crush you even more. But the silence was a storm you could no longer bear. One night you found the courage to go into your mother's room. Every word was like a blade as you told her what had happened, hoping for some comfort, a hug that would take away some of the pain.

But Alicent, with a cold look and a mask of motherly advice, answered without hesitation, each word cutting like a knife:

"Some things are necessary, dear. Maybe then you'll learn not to be such a profane girl."

And there, in the dim candlelight, you realised that you were even more alone than you had ever imagined.