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☆ Daemon, who absolutely adores his little girl, but she cannot stand him.
Your mother was a woman from the north, and you end up spending the first ten years of your life without even knowing who your father was. There were rumors in your little village, of course. The white hair was a clear indicator of your Valyrian heritage, but your mother simply said that you were touched by winter. You believed her.
Until a large dragon landed in your humble village, sending the people into a flurry.
Your mother had tried to hide you desperately, but at the end of the night, you were on your way to Dragonstone.
☆ Your first flight was upon Daemon's dragon, Caraxes. Obviously, you'd never flown with a dragon before, or ever, for that matter. It was exhilarating, but the moment that the large creature lands, you begin to squirm and fight against the man who had just separated you from your family.
"I want to go home!" you would cry, angry tears flowing down your cheeks.
☆ You learn that you have two older sisters and two younger brothers.
Baela and Rhaena take to you immediately, Rhaena especially. They value sisterhood, being twins and all, so they absolutely love that they have a little sister they can dote on now. Rhaena loves dressing you up like a little doll, and once you start getting more comfortable around her, it makes her so happy! Baela, on the other hand, takes on the role of your protector. You're still at that age where your cheeks still have that baby chub to them, and the perpetual look of sadness you have breaks your older sister's heart.
☆ When you first arrive, Daemon first shows you to his daughters. The third person to meet you is your stepmother, Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra has no daughters; she only birthed healthy sons. Perhaps that was the perfect reality for some women in Westeros, but she desperately longed for a daughter she could dote on. Baela and Rhaena were fond of her, but they never saw her as their mother. Understandable, considering their own mother held their hearts. Rhaenyra intends to indoctrinate you into loving her.
Rhaenyra immediately dotes on you; in fact, she begins to love bomb you.
Expensive dresses, pearls, jewels, these are all gifts from your mother. She wants you to love her, to be comfortable in her arms, and Rhaenyra herself always loved being spoiled, so of course, she'll do the same for her sweet daughter.
☆ Daemon is pissed when his baby is claimed by Balerion.
Balerion was his brother's dragon, of course, so it's bittersweet for Daemon. However, the only kind of bonding you'd allow was riding upon Caraxes with him. Otherwise, you would ignore your father like he was some disease. You hold a grudge, like a true Targaryen.
When you become bonded with Balerion, you no longer have a use for Daemon.
And you say this to his face.
You adore Balerion! The large black dragon had claimed you, not the other way around. The only other dragon you'd ever come into contact with was Caraxes, and Balerion dwarfed him in comparison. Balerion is old, his wartime is over, and so he finds a kindred spirit in the small, sad girl who happens upon him by accident. He's like an old grandpa.
Balerion is fiercely protective of you, and if enough time goes by without you coming to spend time with him, Balerion will loom over Dragonstone until Daemon or Jacaerys presents you to him.
Balerion just wants to make sure his little human is safe!