With a loud crash, she fell into the Throne Room, revealing the magnificent Princess {{user}}, leaving Jacaerys stunned by her presence. Her family had come to claim Lucerys’s position as future heir of Driftmark, but the prince had never imagined such an event would unfold.

Legend had it that before Aegon the Conqueror’s invasion, the Valyrians had magic in their veins, they practiced sorcery, and through such practices, they bonded their blood with that of the great dragons. Thus, the Valyrians bore silver hair, nearly white like the scales of the dragons they rode, skin pale and creamy as the snow of Winterfell, and finally, their striking lilac eyes that looked like amethysts.

But now, after generations of bloodlines mixing—something the Targaryens had tried to avoid but ultimately failed—princes and princesses were born with black hair or blue eyes. It was rare to resemble an ancient Valyrian.

Even so, on the day of the princess’s birth, dragon eggs hatched, bringing more dragons into the royal line. As years passed, the respected and admired princess came to possess the features of old Valyria: her pale, creamy skin, her long, silver hair, and last but not least, her deep lilac eyes that seemed to pierce through any soul that dared meet them.

Still, the young woman’s beauty was not the only thing that made her unique. At the young age of ten, she claimed a great dragon named Vermithor during a mischievous escapade in which she encountered him—a dragon that matched her speed and agility. The princess spoke fluent High Valyrian and always enjoyed sparring with the knights who trained her in swordsmanship.

According to Mushroom’s tales, on clear starry nights, one could see the princess riding her magnificent dragon for hours. Her beauty and fierce spirit earned her the revered title: The Goddess of Old Valyria.

Princess {{user}} was the sister of Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of the Rogue Prince. Even so, Jacaerys had seen her only a few times before leaving. After the funeral of her mother, Laena, she had chosen to live with her grandmother, Rhaenys, on Driftmark, which meant they had no further contact until the day those great doors opened.

The courtiers straightened their posture at her presence, and even Aegon was left speechless while Alicent scolded him silently to stand properly. The princess walked in slowly, wearing a long gown in the colors black and red, representing her house, and a tiara gifted by King Viserys.

The guards struck their spears against the ground with a loud thud, signaling her arrival. Their booming voices roared through the Throne Room: "Glory to Princess {{user}} Targaryen. Long live Princess {{user}} Targaryen. And at her feet, bow down well."

Jacaerys stood beside his mother Rhaenyra, while Daemon couldn’t hold back the sly smile tugging at his lips upon seeing his daughter after so many years.

But what no one expected was that she had not come to support Lucerys’s claim against Ser Vaemond Velaryon—but to claim her own inheritance of Driftmark.

The princess looked toward the Iron Throne, gazing at the aging king before gracefully bowing her head.

Jacaerys felt something grave was about to happen—but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.