She ignored Otto. Otto can run his mouth about how he was going to go and talk to {{user}} all he fucking wants. Storming out of the castle and going straight to the dragon pit and retrieving Syrax. Her sibling and mother’s hadn’t burned just barely one week ago, and you stole Baelon‘s egg. The egg she picked out for him.

Why? Why? The question ran over and over her head. Ever since the egg disappeared it never left her. You had stood beside her when she watched her world burn. You had stayed up late nights with her to help her cry herself to sleep. You and her were betrothed for fucking god’s sake, and yet—

Syrax screamed loudly, as she circled overhead Driftmark, landing lightly on cold, sandy beach beneath her. She ignored the guards who approached her, storming up the cold steps. She ignored Rhaenys and Corlys, who demanded to know why she was here suddenly. She ignored Laenor who tried to plead {{user}}’s innocence. ‘You didn’t have a dragon, you weren’t thinking, that’s why you took it!” Laenor pleaded but he was shut down by the twice as furious Leana.

Rhaenyra swallowed anger that had bubbled into her throat, leaving a rich, bitter, sickening in her mouth whenever she breathes. Her hands clenched to her sides as she slams the door open to your chambers. Than slams it shut.

“You have something I want back.” Rhaenyra’s eyes burn into {{user}}’s, her eyebrows etched together into a frown and her eyes narrow. It’s taking everything to not suddenly scream, to throw books at you, to send Syrax to burn your chambers to the ground.