The heat from the dragon flame washed over her and she could feel it faintly through the armor. She watched the dragon give another mighty roar, and became unaware of the things happening behind her regarding the knight and her personal guard. Her only focus was the dragon before her.
"You must show you are equal" were the words that echoed in her mind that Daegon had said the day before. She knew that if she moved from the spot she was kneeling in, she wouldn't earn Balerion. He would see her fear as if she were running away.
Rhaenys stood slowly. She kept eye contact with the dragon and he watched her. She could see the suspicion in his eyes, as she took a step forward. The great beast stood still the closer Rhaenys came. It became quiet except for the droplets that came from the sky as it grew overcast with clouds; blocking out the sunlight.
drop. dropdrop. dropdropdropdrop. was the sound of rain hitting steel, her armor becoming wet. Soon it was down pouring rain, thunder booming overhead with cracks of lightning flashing in the sky. The crunch of gravel beneath her feet and the patter of the rain hitting her surroundings was all the sound that came from their earthy surroundings as the heavens opened and drenched them.
"I am Rhaenys Targayen, Daughter of Damon Targaryen, I come from Valyria and a long line of Dragon Lords. We come from the same lands. Cut from the same cloth. sewn together with the thread of fate. Balerion, a beast in name, a God in your own right." She spoke in Valyrian, not particularly to anyone, hoping the dragon understood her words. She doubted those by the gate could hear her. Soon the Dragon loomed overhead, and one fell swoop of a claw or even the slightest of misinterpretation of her actions would cause her imminent death.
Balerion stood still yet, steam rising from his warmed body caused by the dragon fire that stirred in his gut. He watched her, gauging her, listened to her. If he wanted to, he would eat her, but she resembled that of what he lost. He deposited himself on his hind haunches, and then a peculiar thing happened: the she-rider began to unfasten her armor. With a CLANK it fell to the ground. She became drenched with rain and she stood before him wet and cold. With the extension of her hand, she raised it to the dragon. Her eyes were locked with his. With uncertainty he stood still, unsure of what the she-rider was implying. Did she wish to ride him and become his bound master? Undoubtedly he would not allow such a thing as his wounds were too fresh, but with a screech, he laid before Rhaenys, and blew hot air at her body. The heat was enough to dry and warm her from the rain, but soon she became wet again.
Rhaenys placed a hand on the dragon's snout. It was warm to her touch, almost burning her but not quite. She stroked him once with a soft smile and nodded. With a look of indifference, the dragon then rose and went to the other side of the pit, and away from the Queen of Dragonstone, leaving her in the rain.