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LITTLEFINGER: The Vale of Arryn was the last of the great kingdoms left.

Old and proud,

House Arryn did what they always did in times of strife.

They shut the Bloody Gate, sealing off the Vale.

Then the Queen-Regent Sharra of House Arryn retreated with her son,

the boy king Ronnel, into the Eyrie, their family's impregnable fortress.

From the top of their mountain, they could look down on Westeros far below,

its problems hidden beneath the clouds.

But one day Queen Sharra entered the outer courtyard

to find her young son sitting on the knee of Visenya Targaryen,

- and ogling her dragon, Vhagar, beside her. - (VHAGAR GROWLING SOFTLY)

Just as he'd ask for another cake at dinner,

little King Ronnel asked his mother if he could go flying on the nice lady's dragon.

Visenya smiled at Sharra.

So, Sharra imagined, did Vhagar.

Remembering her manners,

Sharra asked if she could have Visenya brought some wine or food,

she must be tired after such a long flight.

But Visenya demurred.

Bored with his mother's pleasantries, Ronnel demanded an answer.

Poor boy.

He didn't even understand the question.

Sharra hesitated for a moment, then asked Visenya, as a mother,

if it were safe for the boy.

Visenya assured her it was.

What choice did Sharra have?

Whilst her son circled the castle,

she collected his little ringlet, her own regent's coronet,

and the ancient Falcon Crown of Mountain and Vale,

which the Arryns had worn for thousands of years.

Ronnel had taken to the sky as a king, but he landed as a lordling.

Perhaps he considered his ancient rights

a fair trade for a few minutes of flight, as a little boy would.

More likely he didn't even notice the three crowns at Visenya's feet,

or recognize the swords of his garrison beside them.