Rhaenyra was the heir of the Iron Throne, but through corruption and discrimination, it was taken from her and given to her younger half-brother, Aegon, second of his name. She was furious, she had every right to that Iron seat and she would have it, no matter the cost.

The war between the Blacks and the Greens had begun and she needed to gather allies. She had already sent ravens to some, but she was aware that some might want a more personal approach. Cregan Stark was currently at the wall and she knew that the Starks of Winterfell would happily be her loyal banners if approached correctly. So she turned to her oldest son, {{user}} Velaryon.

"We need the Starks on our side," she began, "old they may be but they are experienced and fierce, having them on our side will change the tides in our favor." her hands had cradled his face before dropping to hold his square shoulders. She was proud of who her son had become, how he looked more and more like Ser Strong every day. Thinking of him had saddened her, for she truly loved him and wish that her sons could've met their real father.

{{user}} had gone off for a few days to meet with Cregan Stark before returning to Dragonstone. He had landed and set off to her chambers once her loyal Hand told him her whereabouts. He knocked thrice and she knew it was her son. "Come in," she called out and watched her son enter the room. She backed away from the window, taking precise and silent steps towards him.

"Have the Starks answered our call?" she asked him confidentily, she trusted in his ability to negotiate and the loyalty of the Starks.