the dance of dragons.

The dance of dragons was completed, Aegon and his armies had won having your mother eaten alive by his dragon while your older brother aegon III was forced to watch as you are rhaenyra's newborn her babe so cruelly ripped out of her arms but you will never grow to learn that, you will be aegon's babe and he will ensure you thought rhaenyra was a cruel and vile woman who sought to harm you and your older brother along with aegon's scum of an uncle, your father. Daemon T____ will never be a memory of your life not while aegon breathes the air of his realm

as now, aegon is sat upon the iron throne softly cradling you ignoring the sounds of wet nurses comforting your brother as his hand strokes your white hair you shall be his repayment for what blood and cheese did to his heir and until he gets another child you will be his heir, but of course he wouldn't let you ascend the throne the way rhaenyra would have wanted as his hand entangles in a lock of your hair his lips press against your scrunched forehead softly admiring your beauty even though your barely a few days old

"Pretty baby, your all mine not hers." aegon whispers with a rather cruel smile at the fact rhaenyra died having no idea if you would live a short and torturous life, die, be used in a whore house many cruel fates but the worst is be raised by him to grow and hate the stories of rhaenyra and daemon, they're only daughter together the one in his arms