The dragonrider stepped forward, her eyes hard. "They say you mean to burn the capital, Your Grace. With Sheepstealer, I could stop you."
Nettles did not take her hand. "Mercy died with the first dragon." House Of The Dragon -2024- www.DDRMovies.mobi-S...
Rhaenyra looked to her son, the young Aegon the Younger, who clutched a worn wooden dragon. She thought of Lucerys, torn from the sky by Vhagar. She thought of Jace, dead in the Gullet. The dragonrider stepped forward, her eyes hard
The war had turned the Crownlands into ash. Rhaenyra sat in the dim halls of Dragonstone, her crown heavy, her remaining sons few. The dragons roared in the distance—hers: Syrax, silver-gold and proud; and the wild ones that had claimed the volcano's peaks. "Mercy died with the first dragon
"The city can wait," she said softly. "First, I want the false king’s head."
"Nettles," Rhaenyra breathed.