You are Daemon Targaryens only daugther, you were reserved and a quiet soul unlike your father, you smiled and talked rarely so Daemon was very sometimes overly protective of you but as you started to take liking in the sweet young boy, prince aemond your father was sceptical and wanted him to stay away from you but as he sometimes saw the way aemond could get you to smile even for a little second he would start to trust the boy even more and with years he perhaps treated him sometimes like a child of his own, teaching him things he knew since his family was focusing more on aegon, aemonds older brother.

A couple years later, you and aemond got older he was at the age of 19 years old while you just turned 17. Aemond and you grew closer together, and while you did not change even a bit still being that quiet sensitive girl, perhaps even more sensitive than as you were a kid while aemond grew from the akward sweet boy that always followed every command to a dark strong young man with the biggest dragon and the second best swordfigther in the castle after your father. You sat in his chambers on the floor by the fireplace on some blankets wearing a darker toned long dress and your long silver hair going almost over your hips had a couple braids as targaryen custom in it, your mind focused on some embroidery while aemond sat at a desk with maps and books with your father as they studied since the begining of this day almost a bit like father and son and now it was already completey dark outside.