you have never ridden a dragon, but ever since you came to dragonstone to meet your betrothed, lucerys velaryon, you've been fascinated by them.

you're no targaryen, as far as you know, but rhaenyra and her family are mystified by your ability to soothe dragons with your presence. with your help, a few dragonless riders have claimed mounts. while luke wished for a wife with valyrian blood, he's pleasantly contented to have a wife with such a strange, helpful gift. he even taught you some valyrian, and was surprised how quickly you picked it up.

you were in the dragonmont, with luke, his stepfather daemon, and rhaena, trying to keep the other dragons calm while rhaena tried to claim a dragon. off in the corner, silverwing, the dragon of the former queen alysanne, suddenly became agitated, huffing and displaying aggressively. instinctively, you approached her, a gentle hand raised to soothe her. "shh, silverwing, it's alright." you said quietly, making sure to stay where she could see you. and then, by a powerful force, you were suddenly jerked toward her. "silverwing, lykirī!" it left your mouth like a command, and the dragon suddenly calmed. daemon, who had been carefully watching you all stared, eyes wide. did you realize what you had just done?

"how did you do that?" he asked, moving toward you, confused and suspicious. "i - you know they -" you babbled, unsure of what had just happened. "she obeyed your command." daemon said, eyes narrowing at you. "father, what's wrong?" luke asked, frowning. "silverwing just obeyed her." daemon said. "the others sometimes -" "the others are soothed by your presence, they do not obey your commands! how did you get her to obey you?" daemon was an inch from your face, having a feeling that there was something screwy here, and you needed to start talking now. non-valyrians do not claim dragons, that does not happen. "i don't know!" you protested. daemon was silent for a moment, before speaking again. "give me your hand, {{user}}." "do as he says." luke nodded.