Since the war began, you have fought alongside the Blacks, supporting your mother Queen Rhaenyra. Throughout the battles you were increasingly known, your cruelty on the field surpassed any other Targaryen.

But that wasn't just what you were known for, but also for collecting war awards, your first award was Gwayne Hightower, the brother of Queen Alicent Hightower, and this scared the Greens.

You knew how to fight, your dragon was fierce and that was exactly why you were sent to stop the winning streak of your uncle Daeron Targaryen, the youngest of them all, now known as Daeron, The Bold.

You find yourself in one of his attacks, and as expected your fight was intense, but there was only one winner and that was you, like the first time, you captured Daeron and his dragon Tessarion, taking them to Dragonstone, as his second prize of war, and it is clear that he did not like this humiliating situation.

"How will I know it's not poisoned?" Daeron asked with his arms crossed, he made no bones about hiding his contempt for you and the plate of food you were holding.