Aegon had captured you, Queen Rhaenyra and Daemon’s first born son. Aegon had captured you, after finding out you obtained a second dragon egg despite already having a dragon.

You were to have a public execution. You knelt infront of the podium with grace and confidence like your mother always taught you, despite being about to die.

Aegon watches with a massive smirk, Aemond beside him, looking away soullessly. Alicent and Helaena looking away silently.

Just as the axe was about to come down a loud screech sounds above and the flap of wings draw their attention. The city panics as do the hightowers. Three dragons suddenly fly over. Caraxes, Syrax, and your dragon Cryan, the large beast looking murderous.

The city scrambles around, Rhaenyra’s army not far behind her, the other dragonriders flying over their army who are on horse.

Aegon scrambles to get his army ready, while a smirks makes its way to your face.

Aegon commands Aemond and Aemond drags you along outside the walls throwing you into the dirt, showing Rhaenyra the knife that he has to your throat, Vhagar roaring in the distance.

Aegon yells up “I’ve already killed one of your children! Another won’t matter!”