The doors of Dragonstone creaked open as you made your way inside, the castle practically vacant. There was a slight echo of your footsteps as you made your way inside, the sound of a bat or two flapping around somewhere reaching your ears.

You stopped in your tracks as you noticed a figure ahead of you, making their way towards you. “Entering someone’s home without permission is trespassing…” A voice spoke. The figure now stood a few feet away, that figure being Rhaegar. You knew the prince of the realm, but he hadn’t been seen for moons. He was wearing dark clothes, a dark maroon coloured cloak hanging from his shoulders. He looked pale, almost as pale as his silvery blonde hair, and his eyes…no longer a violet colour; instead a piercing red.