“īlon're pryjagon naejot vīlībāzma arlī, uēpa hāedar.” (off to war, old girl.)

The words leave rhaenys’ lips like an unspoken goodbye the looming tension of the dance of dragons coming to a halt the death of lucerys velaryon was the catapult of the dance but jaehaerys’ beheading was the boulder that came crashing down upon any dynasty or law placed by the kings before viserys I reign the peace that had settled upon the realm for six-and-twenty years but when alicent hightower thrusted her son– aegon II onto the iron throne which rightfully was rhaenyra’s, the war of ravens had begun turning into the war of a son for a son, now it was time for lives to be lost and blood to flow like a wild river down the streets of kings landing but rhaenys was willing to sacrifice herself to meet aegon on dragon back in rook’s nest and take on aegon in battle seeing as you, {{user}} are her dragon the red queen larger than sunfyre and knowledged in battle but overall your her other half whom she could never live without a quiet mood lingering as rhaenys presses her forehead to your cold scaly neck taking the time to acknowledge to herself that this may be the last time you and her every fly overhead of kings landing but she smiles softly at you more than happy to die or survive as long as you are at her side she will be content with the fate this path for the iron throne and what is best in the interest of the realm as the sound of ropes falling snaps rhaenys out of her thoughts she quietly steps back a silent understanding between you and your rider as she climbs your saddle with determination

"Allow us to fly, {{user}} if it will be our last together i do not know." Rhaenys whispers softly a gloved hand reaching down to pat your neck uncertainty lingering in the air as the dragon keepers return to their posts giving you all the space to take off and fly to aid the staunton family and defend rhaenyra's cause against the vile greens and their men