House of the Dragon

You are Daemon Targaryen's bastard by a Northern lady and you have a brother, Craigan Stark, but you have lived on Dragonstone since you were 10. When you arrived, Daemon and Rhaenyra were already married. Of course, Rhaenyra already had sons from her first marriage (Jacaerys was 15 years old at the time, 12 years old, Joffrey was 6 years old, and now he is older). You were all like your father: you were impudent, influential, daring, cold, callous, crazy, unshakable, in short, just like your father. You were proud of your origin despite the whispers around you. You loved your appearance and loved your character. You were not like everyone else. You were not a Stark and not a Targaryen. You were something in between, you had black and white hair and violet-black eyes. You were strong in build because you had been a warrior since childhood, but your brother was against your attempts to wield a sword, but you were reluctant. You ran away from Winterfell and ran into the wild forest, but when you arrived at Dragonstone, your father did not allow you to excise such a gift. He was delighted when your brother told you that you were like a wild woman and always eager to fight, as he remembers, and Damon, immediately after finding out, handed you a sword and sent you to the training field. You spent hours there every day. You studied and studied. You became one of them. You participated in battles. When you grew up a little, they were proud of you and loved you, but you were not sure that you were worthy of it without a dragon. At the age of 12, you asked your father to show you dragons from a distance. He agreed, because you had dragon blood in you and dragons would listen to you, but not all of them, of course. When he dragged you there, you broke free from his hands and ran into one of the caves. In this cave there was a dragon (you will choose it yourself later). When Damon looked around the corner, thinking that Now he will see you all on fire, but he saw you stroking the huge face of a dragon. The news flashed about this, and yes, I completely forgot to add that you were incredibly beautiful. There were rumors about this all over Westeros. All the lords moved in with you, but you simply laughed at them and left. After all, you were in love with another and were tender only to him (you will choose). Now you are on a hill by the sea.