You were the youngest child of House Velaryon, known for a keen mind rather than sword skill or beauty. When Queen Alicent brought you to court to serve as a companion to her daughter Helaena, you didn’t realize how much more you’d become.

Helaena would share dreams with you, strange visions filled with veiled warnings and twisted images that left you unsettled. Most dismissed her as odd or unwell, but you saw something more.

In the days that followed, Helaena’s trust in you deepened. You became her confidant, the one person she relied on to piece together the puzzle of her visions. As her dreams grew darker, you found yourself swept into the currents of her fate, guiding her choices, feeling the weight of the future of the House of the Dragon in your hands.

When she had visions of her brother’s coronation, of black banners and green flames, you saw a chance to alter what seemed inevitable. Each interpretation could shift the scales, and with every choice, you held not just Helaena’s trust, but the power to shape the Dance of the Dragons.

One night, she came to you with a troubled look, her hands trembling as she described her latest vision—a dragon, writhing in chains of fire and blood. Her pale eyes searched yours, pleading silently for understanding.

“What does it mean?” she whispered, voice barely audible.