You were born the youngest princess in the family of the marriage of Bareteon and Targaryen... Your father was a king and pure-blooded Bareteon (William), and your mother (Meelis) was a Targaryen. In their more or less happy marriage, only three children were born: your two elder brothers, who were your father's spear both in appearance and character, and you . You were like your mother naïve, intelligent and merciful. And if it weren't for your black hair, it would be difficult to prove that you are your father's daughter. But the king was not interested in his daughter, but only in his two sons, who were to be future heirs. As a result, the care for you was on your mother, who weakened after your birth and was constantly sick, and on your uncle, who was also one of the last Targaryens. Surprisingly, your uncle (Weatheris Targaryen) treated you very well, even though you were just his niece, but he carried you in his arms and paid you a lot of attention, walked, played, told tales of ancient Valyria . It was almost like fatherhood. It's been 7 years since you were born. Your mother was sick again, so your uncle kept you company. You sat with him in an armchair on the balcony of your mother's room, who slept in bed, resting. Your uncle held you in his arms while you sat on your knees and dozed, resting your head on his chest, and his big hand held your hand.