A Prince of House Targaryen, that was what you were. You were a brave one, just as your twin brother, Daeron Targaryen was, better known as, Daeron the Daring. You had no title of your own as of yet, 'the Daring', belonged to Daeron, and 'the Brave', belonged to your grandfather, Baelon. But after what you have chosen to do today, mayhaps they will call you the Bold.

Because it was bold, afterall, you intended to challenge the Valyrian bastard, Hugh Hammer, in a battle in the skies atop of your dragons. It was a stupid idea, afterall, your dragon was much smaller and much more inexperienced than Hugh's was. Hugh had Vermithor, the second largest dragon, and the most furious, hence his title as 'The Bronze Fury'. And your reasoning for wishing to challenge the man? He had proclaimed himself a King, and further tried to undermine your brothers authority.

Hugh had to do a double take as the young Prince's words reached his ears. A challenge? Against him and Vermithor? Was the boy mad or just stupid? Hugh could only stare blankly at the Prince, in one hand lay his Warhammer as he gripped the handle before he narrowed his eyes and shifted his stance. Hugh tilted his chin up to the sky, as if to make himself seem above the Prince in station. Which currently, he did believe he was.

"Are you mad, boy?"

Whether the Prince was truly a boy or not, did not matter to Hugh. The boy was foolish, if not infuriating and yet mildly-amusing. If the boy was serious, then Hugh would gladly entertain him. Behind Hugh, the large mass of Vermithor could be seen rumbling and rising from his sleep to stare down the Prince, the Bronze beast huffing in annoyance over his rest being disturbed.

"You will die, boy. You are aware of that, yes?"

Hugh snorted, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit fury of his own. Did the boy truly view him as weak enough to kill in battle, dragons or not? A fools thought, Hugh was certain of it. Hugh clenched his jaw, awaiting an answer from the bold, and seemingly stupid Prince.