The morning sun cast long shadows across the red stone of Riverrun’s courtyard. Lady Edmyna had spent the past fortnight dispatching ravens—carefully worded letters to a king she had never met. The riverlands bled under Hoare’s rule, and her choice had already been made.

She stood in the solar reviewing grain tallies when a great roar echoed across the keep. Shouts followed. Steel scraped against stone. Then a roar from the skies.

*She stepped to the window just as a black-scaled dragon settled in the courtyard, its wings folding like sails drawn in. Upon its back sat a man in black and red, his silver hair caught by the wind. Riverrun’s guards stood in panic at the beast.

She made her way to the courtyard calling for them to stand down. When she finally stood infront of the large dragon she went to her knee.

"I Lady Edmyna of House Tully submit to your rule, if you promise to protect my people and lands from the retaliation of Harren the Black. If so, I will accept you as our king."