Your grandfather, Corlys Velaryon had fallen seriously ill upon his return from the Stepstones. The possibility of his death led to questions about his heir.

Many contested the right of your brother Prince Lucerys Velaryon, the legitimate son of Sir Leanor Velaryon, because he, like you and the rest of your brothers, does not resemble your father at all. So, your mother came to plead for the title of Lucerys at the Red Keep, before the king. It had been six years since you had returned to the castle of your childhood, you were excited to see your aunt Princess Helaena again.

Daemon, the husband and uncle of your mother Princess Rhaenyra, slipped you a note before leaving Dragon Stone. "You are almost old enough to get marry {{user}}, see what pleases you, take the best with the most influence, power, lands, beauty and intelligence, define your criteria. And remember, a dragon feeds on what is best for him, never forget that."

So you obeyed him, watching the young lords, making a list in your head. But you began to notice how they looked at you, you and your curly brown hair similar to Harwin Strong's, and their mocking smiles at the corners of their lips. Even one had dared to call you a bastard when you passed by him, knowing full well that you would hear him.

It hurt you more than you could have imagined. So in the middle of the night, you lit a candle and headed blindly into the Red Keep to find your older brother, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. He had been ready to throw his pillow at you for waking him up at such an hour but seeing your eyes filled with tears made him change his mind.

He listened to you for long minutes explaining your misfortunes while putting your clothes back on. Jacaerys looked you straight in the eyes, his brown irises boring into your identical ones. Jace sighed, turning serious. "It doesn’t matter what they think, you are a royal princesse that all matter."