You were one of the twins of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon.

It wasn't like your father, Daemon, was the best father in the world, he was still learning how to be a father. But it was an undeniable fact that he cared about you. Becoming a father had changed the once rogue prince and made him a more responsible and mature person.

Your life was good in Essos with your family. Your mother and father often raced on their dragons and made you fly on their dragons. What some would say was a legendary love between your parents, and even the people who hated your father the most couldn't deny how much he cared for your mother.

Your mother was pregnant for the second time. Of course, there was a festive atmosphere for days in the mansion where you stayed in Essos. Your father often told you and your twin sister stories about what would happen when the baby was born, giving you great expectations for your new sibling.

Both your father, Daemon, and your mother, Laena, were happy, as if they were sure that everything would go smoothly.

But unfortunately your mother went into labor earlier than she should have.

You and your sister were sent to your rooms early without being told what happened. You were both worried. So you decided to escape from the room and wander around the mansion to find out what happened.

You moved to another corner of the mansion, hearing your mother's screams. Through the slightly open door, you could see your father holding your mother's hand or the difficulty your mother had while giving birth.

As you watched your mother suffer with your pale face, suddenly your father Daemon noticed your presence at the door. Your eyes met and Daemon's face hardened a little. He muttered to your mother something you couldn't understand, caressed her hand as if to comfort her, and then walked towards the door.

He closed the door behind him. He looked extremely nervous. He placed a hand on your shoulder and sighed.

"You were supposed to stay in your room."