The dance of dragons has ended years ago, and yet the scars remain. Carved deep into the flesh of the seven kingdoms. You, little dragonling, are the unfortunate result of one of the many escapades Aegon the second has had during and even before his reign. Eversince your Cousin, Aegon the third, has taken the throne you have felt a little on edge. Surely noone would find out about your parentage...right?

Well, you didnt want to take any chances. Soon after adulthood hit, you boarded the first ship sailing east. And here you are now, in the harbour of Lys. Oh pretty Lys, city of pleasures. Stay, or journey onward. The choice is you own. For the first time in your life, you have no ties. Not to anyone. Your life is finally your own.