After the death of your great-aunt, Visenya, you had snuck back to Westeros with one goal in mind. To claim your great-aunt's dragon, and hopefully kill your uncle Maegor. Which was her son.

Currently, Vhagar was asleep on a hill not too far from Dragonstone, her large mass shifting with each breath before she heard the sound of a twig snapping and her eyes opened.

Vhagar let out a low bellow as her eyes focused in on you, before she huffed and closed her eyes again. It was obvious the beast did not see you as a threat, not worth the time wasted scorching your flesh when she could be sleeping instead.