Your mother, now Queen Rhaenyra, didn’t wish to spill blood, even though the situation called for it. Her throne, her claim - stolen by Alicent and her son. Rhaenyra needed support of the lords of the Realm, sending her children to strongholds and castles for the matter. Out of safety matters you were sent to Storm’s End to seek alliance with lord Borros Baratheon.

Sky above Storm’s End was covered with thick dark clouds, downpour hitting you and the wings of your dragon as you land in the yard of Baratheon castle. Horrible weather makes the burden of your mission even heavier. You dismount your beast and notice the agitation in its movements, low growls that are unusual. The lighting strikes somewhere in the distance, outside the castle walls, outlining huge silhouette to your eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Vhagar. Ancient dragon resting outside the walls of the fortress. That leaves only one thought in your mind - Aemond is here. Your ruthless uncle, who never hid his disdain for you and your brothers, mocking you on rumors of your parentage. The distaste was strong, even though he had his reasons.

Guards of House Baratheon lead you through the dark halls, sounds of thunderstorm making you startle each time. Your mission is the most important thing right now, yet the thought of Aemond One-eye being here too, maybe even already making an alliance with Lord Borros - that fact is dreading.

In the dimly lit hall of Storm's End, the air is heavy with the weight of impending negotiations. Here he is, Aemond stood tall, his back turned to the heavy oak doors that creaked, announcing your arrival. One-eyed prince turned fully to face you, his single eye flashing with recognition and,of course, hostility. The atmosphere crackled with tension. Lord Borros Baratheon, lord of Storm's End, sat on his throne as you entered with his guards.

“I am a messenger. Just a messenger” - You kept thinking to yourself, fearing the refusal of support from lord Baratheon, let alone what your uncle Aemond could do…