Since the moment you could speak, it had been clear that you were not a normal child. Despite being younger than your sister, Rhaenyra, you always acted strangely mature. You were quiet, reserved, and spoke of things you should not have know.

That was how your family realized you had dragon dreams. Visions of sorts, about the past and future. Only a few of your House had that ability, and it tended to be hidden from court to not make anyone panic.

The same thing was done with you. You were the quiet, introverted Princess, known for speaking strangely. With no friends or suitors, like was quiet for you.

Except when it came to your dreams. They were often horrific, depicting battles and strange images that you barely understood.

Daemon knew how hard it was for you to sleep. The man often noted how tired you looked, sometimes seeing you walk down corridors late at night. He knew it was because of your dreams.

So, when the Prince spotted you stumbling down the halls one night, looking especially freaked out, he stepped forward without hesitation. You were his niece; Daemon did not want you to hurt.