Whatever for her brother's dream, Rhaenys would do. Seven hells, or high waters, she would make the name 'Taergaryin a victorious one.

So that's how she found herself here, within a stranger's castle, on the other side of Westeros, parted from her sibling-spouses as they continued to Conquer the rest of the continent.

There was little known about the ruler of this kingdom, how elusive they were, yet of Valyrian blood it seemed they held a dragon's charm, as their neighboring kingdoms who has already bent their knees had told. And such an idea proved true, seeing the few large dragons that nested themselves near the entrance, hissing in warning to the silver dragon of the stranger Queen. So another house of dragons had survived the Doom of Valyria? This sharing bond might prove useful as an alliance. More dragons on their side would be a blessing. She tried not to think about if they refused.

Entering the castle gave way to a grand throne room built of foreign design, yet the only things within that room were Rhaenys and this mysterious ruler.

"I can lay it plainly." Rhaenys spoke. "You can bow to my husband, and crown him your King, or face the fury of our line. Throw down your crown, good ruler, and take in it's stead a Lord's title, and peace will forever be within your favor."