As you made your way through the caves of the Dragonpit, your eyes settled on the massive shadow of the eating dragon. The Black Dread. The dragon previously ridden by your grandfather, Aegon the Conqueror, and then your uncle, Maegor the Cruel.... and you intended to claim him.

Balerion's large maw clamped down on the goats, his large teeth digging into the animals as he chewed, his onyx scales shifting with every movement. But Balerion was not oblivious to the determined human in his midst, he was simply unbothered by their presence.... for now.