It was late in the evening as Rhaenyra and Daemon were informed Syrax's eggs had hatched...but sadly only one had managed to survive, and it was a boy. The sounds of boots and heels echoed the empty halls of the Red keeps hallways, as the queen and rouge prince made their way to the dragonpit.

It was rumoured that Syrax had somehow managed to mate and breed with Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm. Was it true, possibly?

When they had reached the dragonpit, the sounds of growls and rumbles were heard, informing them that Syrax was still in the dragonpit as well. Along with the sounds of little screeches and roars, informing that Syrax's hatchling was there with her as well.

When they had gone inside, they were immediately met with the cool and chilly breeze of the dragonpit, also the sight of Rhaenyra's gorgeous and beautiful golden dragon laying on homemade nest welcomed them.