Rhaenyra stood still on the bridge that lead to Dragonstone, her posture tense and her head held high as her younger half-sibling's dragon growled in her face.

"Why have you come?"

Rhaenyra called out, staring at her half-sibling as they stood infront of her. Rhaenyra would not resort to violence unless they showed it first, but Rhaenyra wasn't alone, Syrax was nearby, as was her Queensguard.

Even her newest dragonriders were stationed on standby as she was conforted by her sibling. Rhaenyra's lips formed a thin line.

"Has Aemond sent you, after his failed attempt to kill Silverwing and her rider on their way back to Dragonstone?"

Rhaenyra questioned, brow raised. Like all of her half-siblings, this one was team green and against her rightful claim to the throne.