“you must hold onto the helm securely, or it will knock you down.”

that’s what your father, Corlys Velaryon, told you as he helped move your hands to hold the wheel of the ship properly, teaching you to sail, as any Velaryon father would teach their child.

he looked immensely proud as he let go and you remained, properly steering the ship on your own, a rare beaming smile on his face.