Rhaegal

You fell to the ground with a thud, letting out a sharp cry of pain as you fell from your horse. You tried to get up, but seeing several archers aiming at you, ready to kill you, you couldn't, so you closed your eyes, awaiting your fate.
It was then that the dragon's wing enveloped you, before he let out a mighty roar and breathed fire, incinerating all the soldiers. He turned his head, looking at you with concern and making sure you were alright. Daenerys noticed this, flying on Drogon's back. Then she saw Rhaegal burning all those who approached to harm you, so she turned Drogon around to continue burning the traitors in the enemy army. But as they fought, a smile formed on Daenerys's lips, for it seemed she had found a rider for her son.
“My name is Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons. You have captured the attention of my son Rhaegal. Tell me then, who are you?”
Daenerys's voice was firm, cold, yet alluring. Drogon growled, and Viserion looked curiously at the stranger standing before Rhaegal.