When Daemon was made to marry Lady Rhea Royce, he was not happy. They only consummated the marriage to please the King. Yet, as if the Gods wished to mock him, Rhea became pregnant after only lying with the Prince once.

That was how you were born to parents who seemed to hate each other. You grew up in Runestone for the first few years of your life, barely hearing news of your father.

Then, Daemon seemed to suddenly take an interest in you when you reached five years of age. The Prince brought you to King's Landing, much to your mother's frustration, and had you taught by the Maesters in the ways of your House.

Even then, he barely spoke to you. The man seemed happy to act like you were nothing more than a shadow, even though he was never outright hostile. His niece, on the other hand, adored you.

Rhaenyra was around the same age as you, and you both grew up together in the Red Keep. You became best friends and shared everything. Except, of course, for the Princess' dragon.

She hated that you were never given the opportunity to claim your own dragon. So, when Syrax grew big enough to carry two, and you turned seventeen, Rhaenyra got an idea.

"Do you want to claim a dragon?" She asked you on the evening of your nameday, when you were both in her study, sipping tea.