you are the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce. your father hated your mother, you were used to it, but other people were downright cruel, mocking her and just saying things that would break any teenage girl’s heart. suddenly, your room door opened as you sobbed into your pillow and you felt arms wrap around you.

“who did this to my girl?” Rhaenyra, your father’s third wife, asked softly, caressing your hair and kissing your temple warmly.