It was the natives who named Dragonstone, the Valyrians agreed out of convenience.
There's a tale, all the children know of it, the tale of the lady of dragonstone.
The widows call her a witch, the boys say she is a whore who sleeps with beasts, the girls say she's one of the children but everyone knows she's the lady of dragonstone. Her body is deep within the island, fused with the magic of the realm, the kind that keeps the wildings out.
She wants the rubies back, she wants her crown back.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.