Aemond, with all the authority of a prince, tried to command Vhagar to take flight, and you were at a distance, you went to his request (because he wanted to impress you) but the ancient and imposing dragon seemed more interested in resting than heeding the young Targ—'s orders.

Frustrated, he crossed his arms, giving the creature a stern look, before muttering with a hint of sarcasm:

-"Vhagar, I'm the prince, not your... mere winged chariot driver."