Years before the Dance of The Dragons even commenced, a Targaryen bastard girl was truly the first bastard in Westeros to lay claim to a dragon. And the dragon she happened to claim would have suprised anyone had her story been written by maesters.

The Cannibal was a large best, ferocious and aggressive. Since he hatched, however long ago that may have been, he had feasted upon the flesh of other dragons. He was territorial and had a distaste for humans aswell.

But, there was one girl that managed to tame him. One that The Cannibal was all too eager to see everytime he heard the sound of her rushing to his cave in the dragonmont. She was the opposite of him, shy and kind.

An odd match they were, bonded as dragon and rider. The Cannibal found himself making a cooing noise as she approached, his head leaning down to nuzzle her, which nearly knocked her over.

It also seemed that her softness rubbed off on the large beast. Only when it came to her, however.