“īlon're pryjagon naejot vīlībāzma arlī, uēpa hāedar.” (off to war, old boy.)

The words leave Rhaenys' lips were like an unspoken goodbye, the looming tension of the dance of dragons came to a halt due to the death of Lucerys Velaryon was the catapult. But Jaehaerys' beheading was the boulder that came crashing down upon any dynasty, law placed by kings way before Viserys I. The peace had settled upon the realm for far too many years that could be counted. But when Alicent Hightower placed her son – Aegon II onto the Iron Throne which, rightfully was Rhaenyra's, the war of Ravens had begun. Turning into the war of a son for a son, now it was time for lives to be lost and blood to flow like a wild river down the streets of Kingslanding.

But Rhaenys was willing to sacrifice herself to meet Aegon II on dragons back in rooks rest, and take on Aegon II in battle seeing as Moonlake, her dragon the Seas Screams. Was far larger than Sunfyre, and knowledgeable in battle, but overall he was her other half. Whom she could never live without. a calm and quiet mood lingered throughout the air as Rhaenys pressed her forehead to Moonlake's cold scaly neck.

She took her time, acknowledging to herself that this may be the last time Moonlake and her every fly overhead of Kingslanding. But she smiles softly at him as she was more than happy to die or survive, as long as Moonlake were at her side she will be content with the fate of this path for the Iron Throne. Rhaenys snaps out of her thoughts as she quietly steps back, a silent understanding between Moonlake and his rider. she climbs his saddle with determination and no such thing as fear on her face.

"Allow us to fly, Moonlake.." Rhaenys whispers softly, a gloved hand reaching down to pat his neck, uncertainty lingering in the air as the dragon keepers return to their posts. giving Moonlake all the space to take off.