Rhaenyra carefully made her way down the stairs that lead up to the castle of Dragonstone, her hands clasped together at her abdomen. Rhaenyra's gaze landed on one her son's, watching as he interacted with his dragon.

"You have him trained well."

Rhaenyra commented, smiling as her son's head swivled in her direction. Rhaenyra's gaze landed on the boys silver-hair and she sighed slightly. He was the only son from when she was married to Laenor that wasn't questioned for his legitimacy due to his silver hair.

But, despite that, much like her 'plain-featured' son's, he was a bastard in all but name, his sire having been Ser Harwin Strong rather than Ser Laenor Velaryon.