Daenyx sat in a chair upon the balcony, his head tilting as he watched his dragons, three hatchlings. Daenyx smiled as the dragons chirped and played with eachother. Daenyx sat up further as he heard someone walk towards him, his gaze flickering over his shoulder at her.

Daenyx smiled as he spotted his sister, his last living sibling since the death of Viserys. Daenyx shifted his position in the chair and slighty turned himself to face her, moving a hand to gesture towards the three dragons.

"Would you like to hold one, sister?"

The man questioned curiously, chuckling as Drogon climbed onto his hand and clambered up towards his shoulder to rest. Daenyx kept his hand gesturing towards Viserion and Rhaegel, the two hatchling giving playful screeches towards eachother.

"I promise they will not bite you, sister. Perhaps one of them will even take a liking to you more than the others."