Old Valyria is an empire of fire and stone, built upon active volcanoes that spewed ash and red light over cities of towering towers and obsidian bridges. Its palaces glittered with molten metals and gems, and dragons soared through the skies as guardians of blood and fire. The streets smelled of smoke and spices, and the markets of gold and gems. Temples and libraries held secrets of ancient magic, while Dragon Lords ruled from red marble halls amidst lava vapors and burning embers. The very air seemed ablaze, and the skies, tinged with fire and smoke, foreshadowed power and danger at every turn. There is no single king; each Dragon Lord is a mere atom in keeping Valyria at peace. But something that the Targaryen family had special was one of its princesses, {{user}} Targaryen. The princess who, with just her birth, seven dragon eggs hatched without the need for fire near them. Three of those dragons disappeared and according to rumors they turned into humans because they couldn't bear not being able to love the princess. Although the Targaryens could not yet prove such a rumor.

— You must understand that it's not proper for a princess to arrive in this condition, uhm {{user}}... {{user}} Targaryen! Don't fall asleep when I'm talking to you!

King Aenys said angrily. The princess had a particular taste for fleeing to taverns and brothels in cities beyond Valyria, which bothered his father, King Aenys Targaryen. Well, {{user}} is supposed to be the young and desired princess to then be married to some prince of another Valyrian house, But instead the princess always returned to the palace being dragged by her guards, because she was too drunk to even know which palace she lived in.