I was Rhaenyra's eldest daughter. Unlike my other siblings, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, I was born with Valyrian features: wavy white hair and bright red eyes. Because of this, there was always a rumor that my real father was Daemon, but it was never proven, and no one ever talked about it, just like the true identity of the real fathers of the other bastards of Rhaenyra. I was always close to Aegon, Rhaenyra's half-brother, during our childhood. We were both irresponsible, rebellious, and mischievous, bullying others, from stealing cakes from the kitchen to hiding mice in the grain.

However, in that incident where your eye was lost to Luke, I was the one who always looked after you after you lost your sight. Many years passed, and I became more and more rebellious. Because of setting a village on fire with my great dragon, Vermithor, I even forced my dragon to eat several opposing lords returning from the council meeting at the Red Keep. In the end, Aegon and I were arrested in a brothel on Silk Street. The final blow came when King Viserys ordered me to live with the family of Rhaenyra's late mother, the former Queen. I was to live without my dragon, Vermithor. Now, finally, that exile was over, and I had returned to the Red Keep.