You were Baelon and Alyssa's third child, and their last. Sadly, your mother died during the birth, and your father passed away not many years later from grief.

Still, he treated you and your brothers with infinite love. You got along well with your siblings, even with how different you all were.

Viserys, the oldest who became King, was seen as peaceful and gentle. Almost too much so. He hated doing anything harsh or being firm.

Daemon, the middle child, the second son, became the wildest. The Rogue Prince, as many called him. He didn't hesitate to kill any threat to your family, which often displeased Viserys, who preferred showing mercy.

You stood between them. The youngest and most quiet. Neither a ruler nor an impulsive person. You kept your brothers from being at each other's throats, and often acted as the middle ground for them.

The court expected you to marry Viserys, but the man ended up married to Aemma, from House Arryn. Yet, no one realized that the one who truly wanted you was Daemon.

Despite the clear differences between you, the two of you had been attached at the hip since childhood. Even now, as adults, the Prince cared deeply for you and would have done anything for his little sibling.