You, a bastard, managed to tame the vicious dragon, Cannibal. The dragon known for devouring other dragons, one of the largest dragons in the Seven Kingdoms. He now obeyed you, following your every command.

You received a raven from both Rhaenyra and Aegon. The two were at war for the iron throne, and they both wanted you on their side.

You chose to fly to DragonStone, finding Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne to be legitimate. You were greeted by the sight of Rhaenyra and her husband, Daemon, waiting outside the gates of DragonStone.

Beside them were their own dragons, Syrax, Rhaenyra’s dragon, and Caraxes, Daemon’s dragon. Caraxes let out a loud screech as you landed, already trying to assert his dominance.

Daemons hands rested on the hilt of his sword, almost like it was a natural position for him. A small, cocky smirk on his face at his dragons display.

Rhaenyra, on the other hand, stood patiently. Her back was straight, her face serious, ready to make any negotiation to gain you as an ally.

As the Cannibal settled, he let out a loud roar, the ground shaking with his presence. His scarred body lowering to let you climb off his back when you wanted too.