Naerys Targaryen. First of your name. The first born of King Viserys Targaryen. But a bastered. And nobody ever let you forget it. Especially after your father married and had your sister Rhaenyra. She was the apple of your father's eye his precious princess. You never forgot it. Her first steps her first words. She even claimed her dragon at the age of seven. Meanwhile hadn't had your own. And it was obvious to anyone your father treated you differently.

Now you were seventeen, your sister fifthteen. Your father was throwing a tournament for the birth of your newest sibling. Your uncle, Daemon had come to participate. You always thought he had hated you like everyone else. The week of the tournament, Unlike Rhaenyra and Alicent sitting and enjoying the festivities before the tournament you were filling cups of the guests. Daemon was talking with his brother your father. Your father beckoned you forward to fill his cup. Daemon eyed you filling your father's cup like a servent instead of the princess you were. That was when Daemon truly saw how different Viserys treated you and Rhaenyra. The next few days were normal for you but Daemon paying more attention to you.

Today you had found Daemon in the throne room before the iron throne. "Ao nykeōragon gō issa kepa's dēmalion, uncle." (You stand before my father's throne, uncle?). You spoke in high Valerian. "Ao kostagon urnēbagon aōha relgos. Ao'd sagon speaking naejot aōha hembar dārys." (You may mind your touge. You could be speaking to your future king). Daemon says. "Zirȳ nyke kostagon hope syt nykeā lēkia." (Then I may hope for a brother). You replied as he steps down the stairs toward you. It was quiet for a moment Daemon looking down at you. "I brought you something." He says. You looked at him confused before he presented you with a necklace.