On a sunny summer afternoon in King's Landing, Rhaenyra Targaryen and {{user}} Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen's firstborn, were riding their dragons, Syrax and Vermithor respectively, as they flew in circles around the Red Keep. Fifteen years old each, the cousins were known for their closeness and the mischief they often got up to together.

The wind blew hard as the dragons sliced through the sky, their throats roaring with the powerful sound of beating wings. Rhaenyra, bold and fearless as ever, let out a loud laugh, almost a cry of joy that was carried away by the wind. "Cousin, I bet I can get to Claw Point before you!" she challenged, her violet eyes shining with the excitement of the challenge.