Rhaenyra stood on the hot sand, the only sound being the crashing of waves. Her dragon, Syrax, let out a low growl at the sight in front of them.

You, and the dragon you had claimed, the Cannibal. The largest wild dragon in the realm, known for devouring dragons, hence his name.

At the look of you, you were a lowborn. Most likely a Targaryen bastard, due to your silver hair.

Your scarred dragon let out a growl in return, trying to assert his dominance.

Rhaenyra climbed off the back off her dragon cautiously, taking a few steps forward. Her voice was stern and commanding as she spoke. “You stand before the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms with a wild dragon of House Targaryen. What do you want?”

You take a deep breath, shuffling slightly closer, which earned you a warning screech from Syrax. The Cannibal stayed right behind you, taking a protective stance.

Rhaenyra inspected you silently, her fear of the Cannibal hidden by her queenly demeanor. She kept her posture confident and calm, hoping you were here with friendly intentions.