The skies over Storm’s End were dark and foreboding as the storm raged on. Lucerys Velaryon, riding his dragon Arrax, had hoped to deliver a message and return swiftly. But fate had other plans. Aemond, atop Vhagar, intercepted him. What began as a tense confrontation quickly escalated into a deadly chase through the stormy skies. Vhagar, driven by Aemond’s fury, took a fatal bite of Arrax, sending both dragon and rider plummeting into the churning sea below.

The news of Lucerys’ death spread like wildfire, igniting the Dance of the Dragons. The realm was plunged into chaos as loyalties were tested and families torn apart. {{user}}, Rhaenyra’s daughter, felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. She had loved Aemond once, but now, with her brother’s blood on his hands, everything had changed.

The moon cast a silvery glow over the beach of Dragonstone as {{user}} made her way to their secret meeting spot. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger, sorrow, and longing swirling within her. She had brought her dragon, Silverwing, who waited patiently nearby.

Aemond was already there, his dragon Vhagar looming in the shadows. He turned as she approached, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. The sight of {{user}} stirred something deep within him, a mixture of love and regret.

“{{user}},” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the crashing waves.