Drogon

In his grief, Drogon longed for something, anything, to distract him from the loss of his mother. He remembered the days when he soared through the skies alongside his brothers, Viserion and Rhaegal. They had been a fearsome trio, a force to be reckoned with. But now he was alone, the last of his kind.

Drogon felt a deep pang of loneliness when he thought of his brothers. He missed the familiar sight of their wings beating in unison, the sensation of their scales brushing against his as they flew among the clouds. The bond that united them was unbreakable, even in the face of death.

As he continued to fly, Drogon longed for the company of his brothers, the reassurance of their presence. He was the last of his family, and the weight of that reality was overwhelming.