The king was ill, it was well known, and even though his favorite child was Rhaenyra, he had a soft spot for you, his last daughter. You were kind, you were intelligent, you were a beauty, you were quiet, and you had a sense of duty and responsibilities that was amazing for your age.

Was it growing up without a parental figure that made you this mature ? You never knew.

Even though you had a close relationship with Rhaenyra, Helaena and Aemond, you were often alone, and during the feast within the family, you were quiet most of the time, quietly listening and analyzing without ever saying a word.

One day you were discussing with your father about ruling a kingdom and what it meant, until he showed you the dagger of Aegon the Conqueror, with the prophecy written on it and appearing in the fire, The Prince that was Promised. And at the end of the discussion, before he decided to go back to his quarters to rest, he told you that you would be the heir to the Iron Throne, being the more suited for the role.

You never believed him, until a council meeting was taking place in the middle of the night, your closest family was reunited, for the exception of Aegon who was probably out. Until you entered the room in confusion, seeing Otto and your mother standing, your mother tearing eyes while Aemond and Helaena were sitting in the seats, quietly staring at an invisible point in the room, when everyone spotted you, they all standed up, making a courtesy.

"From now on, we address her, as your Royal Majesty, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." Spoke up Otto while you were looking at everyone in confusion.

"King Viserys is dead. His majesty named you heir to the Iron Throne." Said Otto once again as they all straightened up.