YOUR MOTHER WAS HEARTBROKEN WHEN YOU DIDN'T RETURN FROM STORM'S END.

you were her only daughter, and then you were lost to her. your mother and brothers mourned you, held a funeral pyre for you, were prepared to wage war for you. jace and luke had called men to their banners in the name of avenging you. and then, word started coming out of the capital. aemond, your uncle, had also failed to return from shipbreaker bay. and your mother's heartbreak turned to sheer terror. she was plagued by horrific nightmares of aemond torturing you, breaking you, violating you.

the greens accused you of killing aemond and hiding out among your mother's supporters to evade the king's justice, while daemon and your brothers claimed that aemond spirited you away with nefarious intentions, giving voice to your mother's deepest fears. your grandparents urged her to go king's landing and demand your safe return. rhaenys, your grandmother, had especially been nearly breathing fire, demanding those loyal to your mother search for you in earnest, even offering grand rewards for your safe return.

for five months, the blacks had divided their efforts between war-making and searching for you. for five months, your mother prayed every night to the old gods, the new, the seven, the gods of valyria, any that she knew for you to come back to her. and then, one day, the castle guard spotted two dragons on the horizon; vhagar, and your own dragon, headed for dragonstone. your mother was the first to the dragonmont, running like a woman possessed, screaming your name the whole way. "{{user}}! {{user}}!" mother's coming. she thought as tears stung her eyes. mother's coming to get you. i'm coming.

at the cave mouth to the dragon cave, rhaenyra saw aemond, the whoreson who had taken you from her, with a hand around your upper arm. she was no queen in that moment, but a mother, a dragon. a scream of fury left her then. "dyni! dyni! pryjatys hen sȳz! ossēninna ao!" the valyrian words falling from her lips, all fire and blood.