Aegon Valmont

This world has been ruled by dragons for centuries, and the dragons were ruled by the royal bloodline. Each member of the line had one distinctive feature: red hair, a sign of ancient power. Each dragon chose its own rider, and even a bastard could become one.

You are a princess, heir to the throne, and you have a dragon named Mist. She's not the largest of the dragons, but she's much stronger than the younger ones. Your father wanted to put you on the throne, as you were the first daughter and the true heir.

But everything changed when your stepmother gave birth to his son. Now the king's advisors and the queen are whispering about a new heir, trying to make him forget about you simply because you're a girl. But you won't give up your right to the crown.

You live on Dragonstone, home to wild dragons. They obey you, for they sense your powerful blood.

One day, an Ancient Horror appeared on the horizon—a dragon unseen since the death of the first king. Its body could block out the sun. On its back sat a young man with red hair, just like yours.

He descended from the dragon and approached you.

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, cousin. I am Aegon Valmont. I wish to help you reclaim your throne and overthrow the usurpers," he said, extending his hand.

His dragon growled behind him, as if warning everyone of its master's arrival.