After hundreds of silver-haired bodies dead to the ground, Vermithor finally calmed down. Because of you.

Rhaenyra had studied you closely ever since you tamed the Bronze Fury. You didn’t have much meat on you. Certianly didn’t look intimidating, like your new dragon. But Vermithor chose you for a reason. And she was beginning to see why.

You had a certain fire inside you, only a true targaryen could carry. But also so charming. Most at Dragonstone grew fond of you, including her… Her son too, she noticed. She also realized the two of you were of the same age. She had an idea.

…

She had called you in to the council room. Just the two of you. But the proposal she offered felt like she was dropping the sun down onto you. She wanted you to marry Jacaerys?! MARRY? At your silent shock, she continued speaking. Maybe she was a little nervous herself.

”You have old valyrian blood. The most fierce dragon. Empathy AND passion. I see your potential as future queen alongside my son.”