From the moment you arrived at Dragonstone, your life had been intertwined with the weighty legacy of House Bar Emmon. You learned at the feet of your father, the Lord, who held you close and taught you alongside none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen herself. In those early days, war was a whisper on the wind, and the lessons were endless—preparation, knowledge, duty. Your father's shadow loomed large, and you remained by his side, soaking in every word, every gesture, every command.

But that wasn’t why you found yourself foraging for crabs and clams on these windswept shores with Addam of Hull. Blame him, if you must, but from the moment he arrived at Dragonstone, claimed as the new rider of Seasmoke, you were drawn to him. The books you once pored over with such dedication were forgotten, and the halls of learning left silent as your teacher searched for you in vain. You couldn’t help it, just as two lost stones might find each other on a desolate shore. Addam was a bastard, and you were a sheltered noble, more familiar with the inside of chambers than the world beyond.

Even so, duty was never far from your mind, only set aside when you were with him. Dragonstone was vast, its wet rocks and hidden coves your playground, where you could lose yourself in the waves, learn, see, and feel. And Addam was a greater teacher than you could have imagined, his stories filled with the kind of life you had never known.

Now, as you kick the sand from your shoe, it's a futile effort. You glance up to see Addam wading into the deeper water, Seasmoke circling high above in the winds. He turns to you, a humble smile on his face.

"You should be back in the keep, learning something useful," he says, his voice light but sincere.