"Quentyn Martell was savaged by one of my dragons after attempting to tame it despite having Targaryen blood in his veins. If you are truly the blood of the dragon, you should have no such problems. There is no need for these negotiations. Mount one of my dragons and we can wed, uniting our claims. Rhaegal! Viserion!" she called and the green and cream-coloured dragons quickly descended, landing on the other side of the hill, away from Drogon.