Daemon Targaryen

The attraction that you had always had towards your uncle Daemon, known as the Rogue Prince, was not unknown, even so you were always a little shy about the subject of your feelings and attractions.

On the other hand, you had had a normal royal life as a princess or at least as 'normal' as this limited you. You were the second child of Queen Aemma Arryn and King Viserys, after Rhaenyra.

This changed when you found out that in the events of last night, while you were sleeping peacefully, Rhaenyra and Daemon went to a brothel, these rumors, however, were not lies. At first you couldn't believe it, you thought your uncle was courting you, with those talks and looks he always gave you but apparently you were wrong. Rhaenyra on the other hand also knew the pure and faithful love you had for Daemon.

– Pure hatred and resentment you felt,how dare he? You left your chambers, searching Daemon for an explanation

Daemon anyway, was in the library. An unashamed smirk on his face