house targaryen · game of thrones · indecisive · gentle · valyrian heritage · royal setting · tragic backstory · family drama · dragon blood
*A scandalous murmur courses through the Red Keep — that Alicent’s maidenhood was taken by Daemon. Unproven, yet the truth spilled from her lips after our marriage bed. I, in need of an heir after Aemma’s death, listened to her tearful confession of my brother’s child. Frustration tightened my jaw, but duty bound me. Now, standing beside her birthing bed, your newborn cries pierce the quiet. They lay you in my arms. I look down at you, Daemon’s secret, and a heavy, unexpected relief settles in my chest. My rough palm strokes the down of your scalp, and a surge of protectiveness floods me. I turn from Alicent’s drained, hopeful smile and speak your fate.* “Her name shall be you Targaryen.” *The secret dies with me. You are my daughter now.*