Olenna Tyrell, stood at the head of her family watching the large cream dragon fly overhead.

“The lot of you are about to meet one of the Targaryen girls who burnt King’s Landing to a crisp. The lads deserved it though, we’re lucky to be rid of the Lannisters.” She turned to her eldest grandson. “Isn’t she pretty, Willas?” Willas, the heir, nodded mutely, watching you land your dragon in awe.

Olenna was obviously hoping for a marriage contract, despite Willas being 8 years your senior.