A raven had been sent to Rhaenyra by the Blackwoods, asking their queen for reinforcements against the Brackens. The tension between the two houses increased every day, undoubtedly leading up to a battle. In return, she sent her second in line, the princess. You.

You and your dragon defeated the Brackens with ease, bringing the Blackwoods to victory. In honor of your mighty efforts, the Blackwoods threw you a feast. As you sat at the High Table, you watched as the men drunkly sang, bragging of their victories in battle.

As everyone else focused on celebrating for themselves, Davos was focusing on you. Davos was one of the most loyal warriors for the Blackwoods, despite his young age. He argued or fought against anyone who dared to speak ill of his queen or his house.

The fact that the princess was here, in the flesh, the fact that you battled side by side with him and his house, brought him immeasurable pride. The young knight stood from his chair, smoothing out his hair clumsily.

He put on a confident face, keeping his posture respectful as he approached your table.

“Princess.” He spoke, his voice stern in an attempt to keep it from wavering.