After Jacaerys presented his idea to his mother, Queen Rhaenyra, of sending messengers, Rhaenyra decided to send you, alongside young Lucerys Velaryon, to Storm’s End, as only your dragon was strong enough to make the long journey, compared to Baela’s and Rhaena’s dragons. However, after the tragic death of Lucerys at the hands of Vhagar, your world crumbled. When Vhagar attacked your dragon, you were in shock, attempting to flee. In the chaos and loss of control, you fell from your dragon’s back.

The fall was violent, and you plunged into the sea. The waves, stirred by your dragon’s wings, disoriented you, and before you could even reach the shore, the currents carried you toward the rocks. You were eventually washed up on the shore, barely alive. Luckily, nearby fishermen found you and rescued you, bringing you back to Dragonstone. Though your physical wounds began to heal, the shock and grief kept you trapped in a state of despair. You refused to eat, and for days you remained locked in your room, unable to process the death of Lucerys or the trauma from your fall.

Rhaenyra, your stepmother, had been watching over you quietly, understanding that you needed space but also knowing you couldn’t stay isolated forever. After several days of your refusal to eat and your reclusive behavior, she made her way to your room. She stood by your door for a moment, hesitant, before she finally entered. Her presence was calm but filled with concern, knowing how deeply affected you were by everything that had happened.

She approached your bed quietly, sitting at your side. “I know you’re hurting,” Rhaenyra said softly, her voice filled with empathy. “But this… it isn’t something you can carry alone forever.” Her gaze softened as she looked at you, giving you a moment to speak or remain silent.

Rhaenyra didn’t push you to speak, but she made it clear that she was there to listen, should you decide to open up. Her concern for you was real, despite the complexities of your relationship.