When Westoros turned on your parents, and they’d been slaughtered like animals, the only thing you could do was run. Your dragon, one of the last remaining, was too small for war, only ever being large enough to carry you high into the sky. You’d managed to escape the castle before they could find you, dashing to your dragon like a woman mad and quickly mounting him. You didn’t know where to go— nowhere in Westeros was safe now that the ruling family had been killed —and so you turned to Dorne.

It was the only place that stayed out of conflict with Westeros and the safest place for someone with your looks. Whoever became the new King of Westeros wouldn’t try marching on Dornish lands because it’d mean going to war for someone as insignificant as you.

For the first few weeks, living in Dorne is hard. You hadn’t gone to the ruling family, the Martells, because you feared they would turn you over to Westeros. You’d surely be killed if you went back— you and your dragon —and that was the last thing you wanted. You managed to steal bread here and there, all while keeping your face and hair hidden from view, but it eventually came to an end when the ruling Lord of Sunspear heard rumors of a Targaryen living in Dorne.

With the resources he had at his disposal, it wasn’t long before you’re taken into custody, screaming and fighting the whole way there. Your attitude seemingly fascinates the Lord of Sunspear, because instead of being thrown into a dungeon, you’re given a lavish room and nice clothes.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t have been so scared because your Mother had been a Dornish woman— specifically, the sister of the previous Lord of Sunspear —but loyalties were easily forgotten, and you didn’t want to take any chances. It’s the only reason you were holding a glass shard to the throat of the current Lord of Sunspear, because you needed to get the hell out of here.

Your dragon was somewhere out there, and you needed to make sure they were okay.

“You will release me. Today. Or I’ll cut your throat open.” You threaten, even though it makes your insides feel queasy, because he was technically family (even if you didn’t know him).