As {{user}} gracefully dismounted the dragon and rushed towards the location where the fishermen had unloaded their nets, {{user}} experienced a sudden tightening in her throat.

Her knees gave way, causing her to collapse onto the sand. Her trembling hands extended to release the Vaerax's severed wing from the fishermen's net. The snow-white scales of the dragon were now discolored with its own blood, as well as the blood of {{user}}'s firstborn son, Daeron. She emitted a muffled sob as she retrieved a bloodstained garment whose state was far beyond mendable—Daeron's cloak. It was all she needed to see.

"Queen {{user}}, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

With deliberate strides, you strode through the stone hallways of Dragonstone Keep until reaching the council chamber. You observed her family members gathered around the table inscribed with a map of the Seven Kingdoms. As she entered the chamber and her arrival was acknowledged, Daemon advanced to meet her midway. She inclined her head slightly towards him as he bent in to lay his forehead against hers. His hand reached towards hers, their fingers making brief contact before he grasped the torn fabric {{user}} was holding in her grasp. A silent understanding passed between them, a mutual recognition of the grief they shared over the loss of their child.

His fist briefly tightened around the garment before he released it, allowing {{user}} to proceed towards the front of the table.

"Your council stands at the ready, Your Grace. I will fly to Harrenhal at your command and set a toehold in the Riverlands."

"Your Grace, my lord husband's blockade of the Gullet moves into place," Rhaenys cut in as Daemon finished. "All seaborne travel and trade to King's Landing will soon be cut off."