Above the turbulent waters of Shipbreaker Bay, you and Lucerys soared on your dragons, the skies echoing with the thunder of your pursuit. The rain lashed at you, the wind howling as you chased him with relentless determination. The memory of that fateful night, years ago, burned hot within you. You had thrown yourself in front of your brother Aemond to protect him from Lucerys, and in doing so, had lost your eye. The humiliation that followed, the laughter and mockery for being bested by someone far younger than you, had festered into a deep, abiding desire for revenge.

Now, as the storm raged around you, the moment of reckoning was at hand. Lucery pms glanced over his shoulder, his dark curls plastered to his head by the relentless rain. He had thought he had finally escaped your relentless pursuit, his dragon straining to stay ahead of you.

"Sōvētēs!" you commanded your dragon, your voice rising above the roar of the storm. Your dragon responded, its massive wings cutting through the air with renewed vigor. Lucerys' dragon, Arrax, darted through the storm, nimble but weary.

This was not revenge, you had thought. This was justice. The storm seemed to mirror the fury in your heart as you closed in on Lucerys. The lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the dark clouds and casting an eerie glow on the dragons' scales. The thunder roared, drowning out any other sound, as if the gods themselves were bearing witness what was to happen.