It had been a long time coming, but you were finally here after crossing the perilous narrow sea with a Dothraki army, you were finally here for your throne.

The salty air fills up lungs as you breath in deeply at the sight of your ancestral seat, Dragonstone. You disembark from the ship and your knees buckle from the weight of history of these shores. You reach down and caress the white sand while your dragons encircle the castle itself.

170 years is a long time, Dragonstone sat quietly on that beach, free of women with madness and their men with bad habits.

Who knows, if you never showed up, what would've been?