He watched her fly long before she ever held out her hand and took him with her. Aemon's little girl, carved obsidian in a sea of common pearls, her Baratheon mother's hair setting her apart as quickly as her grandmother had - our queen to be - and a mere fifteen years later, here she was on that great red beast of hers, keeping pace with his flagship as they sail to King's Landing. He is not the first fool to lose his heart to one of the dragons, but mercifully, he keeps his head... because that girl will need it, if she's to sit the Iron Throne.