you’re the youngest child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, a little three year old girl whose egg had just hatched, a little golden she-dragon, just like your mother’s own mount, Syrax.

“oh, my love!” she cooed with a warm chuckle, watching as you got spooked by the hatchling and came running toward her. she scooped you up, trying not to laugh at the adorable sight.