130 A.C.

You had enough.

Marrying into King Viserys' family, to his son- one of them, putting you out far from home, for an alliance and the so called "strengthening" of the bloodlines... it was not a tradition you found yourself fond of. Not because you didn't find their House noble or interesting, their dragon bonds something you wished to know more of....

But mostly because you felt like a prized brood-mare. How could you not?

Your "husband"- Aemond- was far from helpful in this case. He was egotistical, prideful, sharp-tongued... your list was long. But the biggest insult came when Aemond not only equated you to a brood-mare but refused to believe that your lineage could be traced to Old Valyria.

Your own blood thick and hot with the blood of the dragons- and yet your stubborn husband refused to see it. As if rubbing salt in the wound you were forbidden from going to the Dragon Pit to even look at the dragons.

Much less did anyone consider giving you an egg, despite being Consort and documentation of your House's long lineage from Old Valyria.

Tonight though... you intended to prove your husband wrong, little did you know or realize... the dragons were keen on letting you prove the Prince wrong.

Having snuck away in a thick and warm cloak, easily disguising your appearance and taking those secret alleys and backways to get to the Dragon Pit with ease.