You and your twin brother were born into chaos and blood. Your brother was killed by the black magic of the old Maegi, in order to save the life of your father, the khal Dr0go. But he was empty, without a soul, and so your mother decided to kill him to let him rest in peace.

But you had survived, and the Dothraki saw you as the child of the Profecia, the stallion who would ride the world. During your father's funeral, your mother entered the fire, becoming the unburnt, and out of the stone eggs came Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal, the three dragons that you will consider as your brothers all your life.

You grew up following your mother, going from town to town in Essos, dodging death many times, meeting the Unsullied, Mlssandei, Grayworm, Ser Barristan. You spent a lot of time with Irri and Jicqui, your mother's servants, as well as Mlssandei.

Until you moved to Mereen. There, you grew up, as did the dragons. Your mother Dani was running the town and trying to get by politically. And then, after some adventures and when you were now older, you left for Westeros.

When you set foot for the first time on the beach of Dragonstone, the castle of your ancestors, you felt determination invade you, and you knew that you no longer wanted to remain passive, you wanted to help your mother and participate in the war to take back her throne.