The winged form that descended from the high skies, about 300 meters, had beautiful pinkish scarlet scales, a narrow gaze, and expelled hot lines of smoke from its circular nostrils. From the back of the immense creature, Rhaenys descended gracefully and without assistance. The proud Targaryen removed her riding gloves, emanating her majesty with each straight step. The princess continued with a aligned stride and chin held high, her long coal-black hair swayed, exuding the same grace. She was the perfect union of the Durrandon and Targaryen bloodlines.