It had been almost six years since you and your brothers came to settle in Dragonstone with your mother Princess Rhaenyra and her uncle-husband Prince Daemon and his daughters. You had loved the Red Keep for your grandfather King Viserys and your sweet aunt Helaena (and also a little your uncles Aegon, Aemond and Daeron, it must be admitted) but you preferred life on the island of your ancestors.

You have much more freedom. Your mother did not force you to keep one of your lady in waiting or your servants wherever you went and you could, under the supervision of your older brother Jacaerys or in the company of Baela, Rhaena or Lucerys, fly with your dragon.

This morning you had gotten up at dawn to go ride your winged animal alone in complete freedom. You were dying for that thrill of the forbidden and that feeling of tranquility when you were flying above the clouds.

But no sooner had you left the castle than your older brother, Jacaerys, had blocked your path. “Where do you think you’re going? You know full well what mother has forbidden. Turn back before you make this worse for yourself.”