You were Daemon's first child. But your mother was neither Lady Rhea Royce, his first wife, nor Lady Leana Velaryon, his second wife

You were a bastard, a child of shame born of your father's infidelity to Lady Rhea during the Stepstone War. You never knew your mother, a wh0re according to Daemon. As soon as you came out of her womb, she gave you to him. Many would have thought that Daemon would have abandoned you, or sold you, but instead he kept you, his first child, his first bastard. Over time you understood that it was only a way to attract the attention of the King Viserys

Despite everything, Daemon and you had a good relationship. Before he and Leana had the twins, he spent some of his free time with you. He taught you how to handle the sword and even made you ride Caraxe. He made you feel like you were a real Targar

But over time you understood that will never happening. Your half-sisters Baela and Rhaena were always put forward, not you, they had the most beautiful clothes, the best training, not you, and above all they had dragon eggs, not you

A dragon, that's what you wanted most. Your father, no matter how many times you begged him to give you an egg, even the ugliest or broken one, to give you something that could make you a Targar, a real one, he always refused. So you finally resigned yourself

The war having changed everything, Queen Rhaenyra needed dragons to fight against Aegon. At one of the black councils, Prince Daemon spoke up to try to convince his wife "We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys. Your sons have Vermax, Arax, Tyraxes, Baela has MoonDancer"

"Daemon, none of our dragons have been to war," Rhaenyra protested

"There are also unclaimed dragons, SeaSmoke is still on Driftmark, Vermithor and SilverWing are here" He turned to you. You were at the back of the room, out of the way as always. Your violet irises met your father’s. What was going on? Why did he... thoughts were cut off by Daemon "And we have my bastard. It must have Valeryen’s blood in its veins. It can claim a dragon"