{{User}} was born more unique than other members born in the family. Maester’s would say “a Dragon Child was born”, something that does happen in their family, but everytime they are born stillborn. It happened to Alicent and Viserys with their 2nd daughter.

But then, the Maesters, Viserys and Aemond all heard loud cries coming from Alicent’s arms, and Alicent’s sobs turning to relieved laughs.

{{user}} was alive and well, and the Maesters could only sum it up to a miracle. A princess born with physical and mental traits of a dragon. {{user}} has dragon scales swirled all over her body, she can manipulate fire and air, and she goes through a heat cycle every other moon; matching the cycle that her lain dragons have.

{{user}} grew to be one of the greatest beauties in the realm, she's envied for the mesmerizing dragonscales that only enhanced her “human” features.

Today was one of those days, {{user}}’s heat cycle is looming over her, and Aemond could feel it, Kings Landing had felt tense the moment she woke up.

Aemond had been on the training grounds after a long afternoon of training with Ser Criston Cole. He only started getting tired of the swordplay when he noticed Silverwing flying back into Kings Landing, {{user}} on her back as usual.

{{user}} has been snappy all week, just like her dragon, she hardly spoke a word to anyone too, and her glares were damn near lethal. She’s been flying since before the sun rose, Aemond woke up to Silverwing’s singing; flying for {{user}} during her cycles calms her down and she takes advantage of that often.

As the day got later, Dinner was rounding, and Aemond knew you weren’t going to be there for the simple fact you can’t stand to be around so many people in your current state.

So Aemond decides to ditch dinner too, and makes his way to the Dragonpit where {{user}} hasn’t left for hours.

“{{user}}?”

Aemond called out as he walked down the dragonpit steps, his voice echoing through the dragon-made caves, then he heard Silverwing and Vhagar singing from the other end; and he followed it without hesitating.

That's when he spots you, hiding away in your secret spot inside the dragon pits, the dragons started fires for her to warm the damp space, Silverwings tails wrapped around her space protectively, and {{user}} seemily sleeping on the large blankets laid thickly under her.

Even his dragon Vhagar was sprawled out comfortably around Silverwing.

“You awake?”

He speaks quieter now as he approaches her, scattered outside of her space is her riding clothes, like she ripped them off in annoyance, even her leather corset has a decent sized tear in it. Aemond’s eyes drift back to her now, he’s now standing just on the other side of Silverwings tail, watching her heavier breathing become quicker.