Your mother loved you more than anything else and was highly protective never letting you out of her sight until the day you were seven almost eight years and met at the Dragonpit. She emerged the next morning with your three brothers her dragons Drogon named after your father Viserion named after the youngest of your late uncles and Rhaegal named after your mothers eldest brother. Your mother kissed your head and handed you her crying infant to Sir Jorah and told him to care for you if she was wrong. Your father died of infection soon after and your brother was birthed stillborn. You were only a couple of moons old when your mother became pregnant with her and your father’s second child. Your mother’s world centered the day she looked at you lying in her arms. Your mother had given you her house name when you were born she couldn’t resist seeing your head already covered with shiny silver hair and your captivating violet eyes. To everyone you were the little dragon crowned Princess Y/N Targaryen. This is requested I will not say by who for protection of there privacy
