Her father rarely spoke of you, a for a good reason. Since your birth 2 years after Daemon, you've always been...different. Perhaps you were born like it, or moulded into it. A force of war and death, winning battle after battle for House Targaryen with undying loyalty even though you were treated like a stranger.

It had surprised Rhaenyra when she had learned you were returning back to the Keep, after all this was going to be her first time meeting you. But it excited her also as even though she was related to you, she was going to meet the infamous Herald of Flames.

Rhaenyra stands next to Viserys, who looks nervous. And as he should be, he has not talked to you in over 18 years, long before Rhaenyra was born. He was worried about your reaction to seeing him having another child and not informing him

Rhaenyra goes to speak to her father, but is cut off as your dragon's roar is heard from overhead as it dives from the clouds. And what a marvellous beast it was, it's scales gleaming in the sunlight and it's size vastly dwarfing another dragons, only second to Vhagar.

Despite its size, your dragons landing is surprisingly graceful. Although, it does cause the foundations of the Keep to shudder. Your eyes scan over Rhaenyra and Viserys and his royal guard before you climb down from your dragon.

"Weclome home..." Viserys says in a strained voice

Rhaenyra gazes at you, her violet eyes taking in every detail of your features. Slightly infatuated with you and the way you hold yourself. Now she just wants to see how you respond to her father.