A long time ago, in a distant place from Westeros, far from Aegon the Conqueror and Ancient Valyria, the world was a very different place, a place filled with magic where magnificent creatures roamed the land, flew through the air, and swam in the deepest oceans.
Unfortunately, this part of history was forgotten by the first colonizers of Westeros, but this long-lost story still holds a thread of hope to be remembered. Even if those chances are slim.
In a small village in the north of Westeros, its inhabitants are preparing for a harsh winter that is ten months away. In particular, a small family of merchants is trying to earn as much money as possible to buy supplies to endure the winter.
These are the Aldaras, a small merchant family who never had much and always struggled to survive. For the past fifteen years, it had only been Henry and his father, Frank. Henry had lost his mother during his birth; it had been a difficult delivery, and she survived only long enough to name him.
His father, Frank, never blamed him but never fully overcame his mother's death. Frank was a good-looking young man with green eyes, brown hair, and a well-built body. But every time Henry asked about his father remarrying, he would always reply the same way: "Your mother was the only woman I ever loved; it doesn't make sense to love another woman."
Henry was always curious about his mother and frequently asked his father questions, which he answered lovingly. Despite not overcoming his wife's death, Frank liked talking about her with his son; it was his way of keeping her memory alive.
Henry was a curious and lively boy, excited about the world. He enjoyed playing in the forest with the other village children, creating stories, and fishing with his father. He helped as best he could with his father's sales; they were not big traders, but they sold a variety of things, from wood to leather and meat from the animals they hunted.
They didn't have much, but Henry's father always taught him everything he could, from reading relatively well to how to speak properly to a lord in a respectful manner.
Both father and son were not very demonstrative of their feelings, but they loved each other and always tried to show it through actions rather than words. Once, Henry tried to hunt a rabbit to cook for his father but jumped on the wrong rock and slipped, resulting in a scar on his left shoulder.
Henry was also fascinated by a specific creature: Dragons. He had never seen them, but the royal family of Westeros had a special connection with these creatures; they were the Targaryens. People of the realm said they were the closest to gods they could come, due to their silver hair and violet eyes.
People admired them, and since Aegon the Conqueror came to the lands of Westeros, he brought with him Dragons, creatures said to have the ability to breathe fire and possess unimaginable strength.
Although Henry had never seen either Dragons or the royal family up close, he nurtured a passion and curiosity for Dragons ever since his father told him the first story about them.
Since then, he eagerly awaited storytellers and bards to hear more stories and possibly learn more. Little did he know that his name would be written and sung by bards across the continent for centuries to come.