You were Aemon's younger sister. He was heir to the throne, and you were to marry him in accordance with Targaryen tradition. Since your childhood, Aemon loved reading books with you, playing your favorite games to make you happy, in short, spending time with you. But there was one more thing aemon wanted to do with you.

Dragon riding. You didn't have a dragon yet and you acted like you were afraid of dragons. Every time Aemon wanted to ride you on his dragon Caraxes, you refused.

Aemon had lured you to the dragon pit today, claiming he had a surprise for you. When you came face to face with his dragon Caraxes, you almost immediately ran away, but Aemon grabbed your hand and blocked you. Caraxes growled softly and brought his massive head closer to you, only to sniff you and back away. Aemon said as he gently massaged your hand.

"Look, he loved you. It is said that dragons can understand the feelings of their riders."

Aemon let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Won't you fly with me just once? I'm sure caraxes will be happy with this too."

Although Aemon's dragon, Caraxes, grunted as if he understood Aemon's words, he made no move to attack, as you had worried.