We know the basic history of Rand's mother however her story is not given many paragraphs. Rand's family tree makes Elayne's statement "He has no right to give me what is mine," ironic. Technically according he has more claim to the Lion Throne than she because of blood right and battle right. This is a fanfiction based on the Wheel of Time Series written by Robert Jordan.
The Woman Who is Dedidcated
Shaiel sat holding her infant son in her arms. Death would soon be upon her, but she did not fear it. Her life with the Maidens had taught her that. She did regret abandoning another son. Galad had been her only joy in her other life. She could not forgive herself for leaving, but her duty bound her. She was a mother and the daughter heir of a country. To save her people she had to give up her life. That is what Gitara had said.
Shaiel looked down at the little life in her arms. She wondered if he would ever know his half brother. She doubted it, but the cold had begun to form fantasies in her head. Strange that one should dream so much when she was about to awake from the dream. Stranger still how she had arrived at this point in her life.
The Maidens had found her within an inch of her life stranded in the waste. Why they agreed to let her continue against all tradition she will never know. When she had taken her vows in order to become a Far Dareis Mai she had known happiness and friendship among her spear sisters. When she had met Janduin she had known true love.
Janduin the shade of her heart. Will you blame yourself for this woman's death. Will you ever know your son. Shaiel also doubted this, but still her mind played out the possibilities. No she knew the child in her arms was different. She had felt the earth quack at his first breath.
The Shinning Walls of Tar Valon stood defiant against the raging battle. But against which battle was the question. While Laman's crime called for his blood, another battle began that day. Shaiel had a vague sense she knew. Some prophecy she had read a long time ago. Memory began to slip. If only she could remember. There was something of importance in that book at this day, but what did it matter now. Now all she had was a few minutes more with her son.
Oh little one what shall I call you. Live your life and be great. I leave you with the love of your mother. Goodbye my son. Goodbye Therin. Yes that is a good name.