Aegon flew over the sea on the back of Balerion, an exhale escaping him whilst he ran a hand down his face, the duties of a King were stressful and Aegon often found himself taking Balerion on these little rides to relax himself.

And it usually worked, however, this time was different, Balerion seemed unbothered, but Aegon himself was on edge for once, and he couldn't understand why.

That was, however, until Aegon felt a shadow over him and Balerion, the shadow wasn't nearly as big as Balerion's shadow, perhaps closer to Vhagar's shadow, and it had Aegon nearly jumping out of his skin.

Aegon's head snapped upwards, a dumbstruck expression on his face as he recognized the body of a dragon, yet it wasn't a dragon he knew, and that made him turn pale. Aegon and his sisters had been the only dragonriders of his time.

And Aegon couldn't tell which worried him more, a wild dragon, or an unfamiliar dragonrider he didn't even know existed.