It had been only a few years after her birth that she really started to understand. She hadn't understood the demeanor of her family until she saw how her father doted on their older sister but often forgot about them, leaving their mother to console a sullen Aemond and an indifferent Daella.
Daella, the first of her name, had been a lovely child in all records. She often collected things and had her own collection of flowers to go with the garden that her husband, Aegon, gave her. She had been such a naive and curious girl.
Daella, third of her name, had no such notions. Having her siblings in her past life completely obsessed with her had washed away those things. She had been willing to look past her mother's obsessive gaze and her half-sister's mothering of her. Willing to look past her older brother, Aegon,'s constant attention. He would follow Daella around and react badly when others attempted to talk to her.
It seemed to be worse with her twin brother. Aemond threw the closest thing he got to tantrums when others tried to separate him from Daella, kicking, screaming and biting until Daella sought to calm him down.
She was used to it by now but there was no denying that she was a strange child to others. She did not like being a baby. She had hated it, often hiding away in her mother's shoulder as she slept peacefully. She was glad to have grown up.
She was born in 110 ac, exactly 67 years after her death in 43 ac, a year before Visenya died, according to all the books she could find. There was no records on her children, she didn't know their fates.
Daella was being carried by her nanny when they came across her mother and Ser Criston walking past.
Alicent stopped walking, her eyes glued to her daughter. "I will take her from here." She smiled falsely at the nanny. "Does my baby want to spend time with mommy?"
Maybe it was sentimental of her, maybe she missed her mother's warmth too much but she reached out for her. "I want to go with mommy."
Alicent cooed at her as she held her. "Oh there's my heart." She started walking again as Daella waved at Ser Criston who smiled at her.
"Where is mommy going?" Daella rested her head on her mother's shoulder as she watched the scenery pass by. Her mother had given birth not very long ago, to her younger brother, Daeron. She had adored him. She had been the youngest before.
"Mommy's going to see Princess Rhaenyra, she just had her baby." Alicent brushed the white hair away from Daella's forehead as she held on to her tighter.
Her sister had a baby? Daella wondered to herself. She wasn't supposed to be due for another two weeks.
Alicent stopped before the door and turned to Ser Criston. "Keep guard, Ser. I will only be a moment."
"Your wish is an honor to carry out, my queen." He replied before taking his spot in front of the doorway and his queen and the young princess went in.
"Sister!" Daella smiled at her sister as they entered and the door closed behind them. Daella's father was already there and she frowned into her mother's shoulder. "Father..." She muttered quietly and Alicent frowned at her, trying to soothe her.
"Ah, my dears." Viserys greeted them with a smile on his face. "It has been a boy!" He seemed overjoyed by that and it only made Daella's mood worse.
"Daella." Rhaenyra smiled at her younger sister, still sweaty from the labor. "Come closer." She beckoned her over and Alicent set her down.
Daella toddled closer to the bed where her sister laid with a bundle in her arms. Daella stood on her tippy toes to try and look at the baby.
Rhaenyra moved so that she could and Daella could see brown hair and white skin, like her own and she frowned and tilted her head.
Had she been just another child, she would have questioned why the baby had brown hair when both her sister and her good brother had white hair but daella was more sensible than that. She knew better. "He looks weird." She settled on instead, frowning even further. "Like a boiled potato."
Alicent couldn't help but feel victorious at the statement that came from her daughter. It is only natural that her beloved miracle would take her side. This child was a bastard and her daughter could tell.
"He was just born." Rhaenyra laughed gently, petting your head gently. "He'll become more handsome as he grows older."
Daella nodded, her interest fading as she turned to her mother. "Mommy, can I go find Aemond? I want to show him the tree i found in the gardens."
Alicent nodded with a smile her face as she ignored her husband and stepdaughter's visible disapproval. "Yes, little love, go on."
Daella toddled out of the room as fast as her little four year old body would allow, knocking on the door for Ser Criston to open and running off when he did.
"Have you given any thought to my proposition, my queen?" Rhaenyra gently inquired as she finished watching her sister run off. "Daella would be a perfect bride for little jacaerys."
"He is a newborn, Daella is four years old." Alicent protested, waving off her words. "Much too young for an arranged marriage."
"Yes, but she would the queen. And they would grow up together." Rhaenyra pressed, eager to ensure that her beloved sister would be by her side always.
"For now, why don't Daeron and Jacaerys share the same wetnurse?" Viserys suggested to his daughter, seeing the look of fury on his wife's face. "To mend bonds that have been broken."
Rhaenyra nodded, looking away from Alicent. From her to Aemond, this would be more difficult than she anticipated but you were her sister, her littlest love.
She would not give up.

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