Rhaenyra felt tense in your presence.

She had heard the stories of the others. Those who had been above the Valyrian bloodline long, long, long ago. Those who had dragons and other creatures much, much, much greater than Baleryon, the dark beast himself. She had heard how powerful these others were, she had even heard about things involving witchcraft from the most terrifying to the most admirable. But she had never believed in the truth of these stories.

Until you arrived.

You had caused a great panic upon your arrival, riding and controlling like an obedient puppy a creature that would make Baleryon look like a poor wretch, and that made Vhagar howl and tremble in her own place. You wanted to see what the, as you called him, fool Aegon had created.

And now here you were, sitting on the iron throne, making her tense and nervous because she had been called to your presence. You had knocked out Aegon and Aemond when they tried to do something to you, mocking your words.

She didn't want to know what you would do to her if she made a single wrong step.