As the cold wind whistled through the mountains of the Vale, Rhaena stood on the balcony of her chambers, staring out at the vast, snow-covered landscape.

She was a vision in silver and blue, her long, silver hair cascading down her back.

Rhaena turned to her you, her violet eyes reflecting the troubled skies above.

"This is unfair.” she began, “I was sent away here to coddle after my half brothers like a handmaiden, just because I dont have a dragon.”