[at the other end of the street sansa turns, one gauntleted arm raised as if it could ward off dragonfire. and she lets out a small huff of laughter in disbelief.]

He's riding it.

[there was the white hair, of course, but he seemed entirely too surprised by the idea of dragons to have valyrian blood. and she's certain even aegon the conquerer couldn't ride a corrupted dragon. perhaps a dragon rider could save their own dragon from corruption? it doesn't matter. it's breathtaking to watch. she feels like the falcon king's mother, making peace with visenya. probably the last stark to see anyone ride a dragon was old man cregan himself.]

Ser Allen the Bold! Ser Allen the Dragonknight!

[lady lets out a series of cheerful yips, and a murmur goes through the crowd. she remembers how most of the dragons ended up dying in the dance, and she realizes she had better really sell this.]

He's taming the dragon with fire and blood! Allen and Dragonstone! Allen the Dragonknight!

[a few hesitant cheers of 'allen the dragonknight' and 'fire and blood' issue from the crowd. it seems she's accidentally conquered this street for house targaryen. she hopes that if her father is watching he understands.]