Helaena at the age of seven had been given permission to claim a dragon at Rhaella's insistence. She had chosen a sky blue and golden she dragon she named Juno.

Juno, while only twenty nine years old, was young but she was incredibly fast and agile—both on the ground and in the air.

"Baelon does not have to bed you so soon. Viserys and I waited until I was seventeen—we faked it to look like I had been bedded." Rhaella suggested in High Valyrian while the petted their mounts.

"I wish, mother. But we have no choice. If I am not bedded then Alicent will try to force me to marry Aegon." Helaena said, frustration lacing her words.

"I see. Then I insisted you wait three or four years if you get pregnant before you try again." Rhaella hummed.

"I know, muña." Helaena murmured softly.

Rhaella hugged her after they bide goodbye to Dreamfyre and Juno, making way to their litter. "You will be a wonderful mother." she spoke simply.

Helaena beamed. "I was taught by the best." she said proudly.