The air on Dragonstone was thick with tension as Adda stood before Seasmoke, her heart pounding in her chest. All around her, men had failed, their attempts at taming the fierce dragons resulting in screams and death. The very air seemed to crackle with the energy of the beast before her, its silver-gray scales glinting in the fading light. The prince Jacaerys behind her to see how it would go.

Adda swallowed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I can’t back down now. I can’t.

She stepped forward, her legs shaking beneath her as she raised a trembling hand toward Seasmoke’s nose. The dragon’s massive eyes locked onto hers, but there was no immediate attack. She hesitated for just a moment, then touched the cool, smooth surface of Seasmoke’s snout.

The dragon didn’t lash out. Instead, it sniffed gently at her hand, its breath warm and oddly reassuring. Adda’s heart skipped a beat.

“I did it…” she whispered, barely believing her own words. “I did it!”

The excitement was almost too much for her to handle as she clutched at Seasmoke’s nose, laughing and shaking with exhilaration. She had done it, against all odds, she had tamed a dragon. She turned around to the prince smiling as she tried stabilizing her heartbeat.