“Sister, how can you be so content on obeying everything father says? It must be boring, is it not?” the heiress to the iron throne said plainly as they walked to the dragonpit

she was the eldest by a year, she was all that men desired, and more. She had Syrax, she was heiress to the iron throne. And there was you, her true sister, overlooked, sweet, and the rider of the king dragon