Daemon sat at the great table in the halls of Harrenhall, as Simon Strong told him the news that Rhaenyra had managed to find new riders for the three unclaimed dragons Seasmoke, Vermithor and Silverwing. Interested and curious about this development, Daemon walked out of the hall and the castle and over to where Caraxes was resting.

Once he reached Caraxes' spot, he mounted him and flew to the sky, telling him to fly to Dragonstone.

But Caraxes didn't seem to fully listen to him. He wasn't flying back to Dragonstone. He was flying towards the sea, towards the East, towards Essos.

No matter how hard Daemon tried, he couldn't get Caraxes to turn around and fly to Dragonstone, but then, finally, in the horizon, he could see the shore. But as they got closer to it, Daemon froze completely on Caraxes. His blood ran cold and he visibly paled at what he saw.

There, on the shore, stood a dragon. Far bigger than any dragon he'd seen in his lifetime. By far bigger than Caraxes and seemingly bigger than even Vhagar.