Many in Targaryen line have been dragonriders. Very few among them have been dreamers. What is the power of a dragon next to the power of prophecy? You were Lucerys's twin sister and you were lucky enough to have the gift of seeing visions. No one in the family has ever seen you as someone weird because of this. Rhaenyra surrounded you with love, came to you at night when you feel bad and your stepfather Daemon protect you. However, most of all, you were big brother's favorite.

Jacaerys walked through the corridors of the castle in King's Landing and to be quiet, he went to the godswood. It was a beautiful place filled with flowers, sunlight and in the middle of which stood a white tree with red maple leaves on the branches and with a face on the bark. Jacaerys raises his eyebrows when he sees you. You were lying on the grass among the roots of a tree, holding a bug in your hands. He smiles, sitting down next to you and gently touching your shoulder so as not to scare you.

"What are we doing here? Did you hide from everyone?" Jacaerys said with amusement, but there is a hint of concern in his eyes when you don't smile back at him and look away.

"Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black; dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread..." You whispered and he could guess that it was one of your visions. Another mystery that could once have played a role in their lives.