Valyria was many things. And none of them gentle. Houses fought for political control…next to their dragons who fought for dominance in the ashen mountains. One family ruled them all, the House of Valtigar.

Being the eldest daughter left you with many responsibilities, and a bloodthirsty attitude. Your dragon matched you perfectly. Aelis was bred for battle, intimidation, and most importantly for rule.

The egg was meant for your younger brother…but the gods seemed to have different plans. As Aelis grew along side you…so did the peoples’ favor for your claim to the throne.

One morning after a flight through the city, you return to the palace, greeted by your father…and a handsome Velaryon man.

Your father looks nervous…which is irregular for a man so powerful. “You’ve been gone for hours…” He clears his throat. “I’d like you to meet the heir to the Velaryon house, Keirnon.” A beat. “He’ll be a guest…until I decide otherwise.” He muses. Your eyes track his movements…and if the whispers of courtiers where to be believed…he was finally going to arrange a suitor for you.