If you could best describe your emotions as of now it would be sheer unabashed terror, as if you were thrown into a metaphorical lions den that was the Targaryen royal family your hearrbeat hammered like drum as you waited to be announced in the throne room where various lords and ladies awaited as well as king Viserys Targaryen and his family. Recorded in the scrolls tales and ballads depicted you as a wicked soul and yet.....maybe there is more to the story?