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Rhaenyra
She watched from afar as her father's ship sailed away from the docks. Her father had asked her one more time to come with him before sailing away, but Rhaenyra had refused. Her place was here. She would return to King's Landing one day and never let it fall to the rats, but for now, she would stay here. She watched as the ship sailed away until it disappeared into the horizon. She wished to spend time with Aenar, but he was busy with the troops. Daemon had said that it was about time Aenar took the role of someone who orders people, and from what she heard, Laenor was helping him since he, too, would be part of the assault.
She wondered what Laena was doing right now; she wished her friend was here with her, but Princess Rhaenys had made it clear that Laena had no reason to be here since she had no dragon of her own. Her mind quickly went back to her father. She knew a child was growing in the whore's belly.
What can I do? That child, if it's a boy, could be a potential threat to my reign, she thought, wondering what she should do. She knew what her...
"What are you thinking about, my niece?" She escaped her reveries and turned her head around. Her nuncle strode towards her, smirk on his face.
"...The war, I will soon be out there. I was thinking of taking Syrax and flying around. I think she misses me." To prove her point, Syrax let out a roar from her resting place, lifting her head up to look at her as if telling her, 'This is boring. Can we fly?'
"Is that so." She didn't miss that he sounded doubtful. "So you are not thinking about your father?"
"I have no reason to think about him." She said sharply, snapping her eyes at him with anger in her eyes, like a dragon roar. "He betrayed us. He made his choices. I don't care how he feels. I never will." She added coldly, her eyes brimming with pure anger.
Daemon stared at her before patting her on the back and walking down the small hill toward the field of Dragons where Syrax and Caraxes were residing. "I don't think you should hate Viserys," he began, recalling his promise to his grandfather and his big brother's comforting words after Lyanna's death. At the lowest moment of his life, because of his grief, he had allowed Lyanna's body just to lay there and decay for three days instead of burying her.
"How can you say that, after what he did?" Rhaenyra couldn't keep her voice down as she screamed at her uncle, and Syrax let out a roar from her place; she could feel the same anger as her rider.
"Niece. I will never forgive my brother for making such a foolish decision. I will not forgive him for trying to marry my son off to a Hightower whore. I will never forgive him, but..." He placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look up at him. "I do not hate him. Hate is a strong word. Despite everything, he is still my brother, the one who was there for me when I needed help the most. Rhaenyra, hating your own father will eat away at you. Instead, use your hatred against someone else who deserves it. I hate the Hightowers for convincing him to marry my son to that dirty whore." Daemon spoke, and Rhaenyra stepped back, appearing slightly perplexed.
"What do you mean the Hightowers convinved him to marry Aenar to Alicent?"
"Do you really think my brother made that decision by himself?" Daemon posed the question, and Rhaenyra attempted to respond, but the words remained trapped in her throat. She had never thought about it. She had thought this was a case of her father acting out of grief for her mother.
"...You think Otto convinced him to do this?" She questioned.
"No. Otto might have his hands on Viserys, and he listens to him, but I don't think it was him this time. Late at night, the day after your mother's death. I went to Viserys. I-I wanted to be there if he wanted someone to talk to, or maybe have someone nearby." Rhaenyra had to admit that she was surprised to hear that. Her uncle was never good at showing grief. Amongst all of them, he didn't know how to do that, and many would say that Daemon wasn't grieving. He was but in his own way.
"But then the whore entered his chamber as if she owned the place and Viserys...he told me to leave him alone, and the next morning, he decided to marry my son to that whore. It was the perfect plan for her. Viserys didn't seem...himself when I was talking to him; he said things, and I think she used that against him. My brother would marry my son to Alicent, and if my son refuses and ran off. Viserys will be forced to marry her out of shame for what Aenar did, so it was a win-win for her." Daemon explained, and Rhaenyra felt her anger bloom in her chest like a flower. Her blood was boiling like wildfire. She wanted nothing more than to burn that whore for what she had done. She already disliked her for marrying her father, but to hear that she was responsible for this whole mess. Rhaenyra would make sure Syrax burns her before eating her while she's still alive and screaming.
"I want her Dead," Rhaenyra said with a look of fury in her eyes, her purple eyes glittering in the sunlight.
"She will, one day. But not today, niece. Now come with me." Daemon said before urging her to follow her down the long stairs made on the Dragon fields.
"Where are we going?" Rhaenyra asked a little excitedly. It's been a long time since she had flown with her uncle. As much as she enjoyed flying with Aenar. She would lie if she said she didn't want to see what her nuncle had planned.
"You said you wanted to fight with us in the war?"
"Yes. I want to show that I'm worthy warrior."
"Are you?" Daemon's question halted her in her tracks. "You have never seen war; you have never fought one. You might think you are ready to fly out there and just order 'Dracarys' over and over, but when we are up there. You will hear them."
"Hear them?"
"The people you will burn, you might be on top of your dragon, but you will hear their screams, you will smell their burned bodies. That is not a sight for the weak."
"I'm not Weak." Rhaenyra sharply asserted her point while looking up at her uncle.
But Daemon merely chuckled slightly before pointing at Syrax. "Well, let's see it then. Mount your dragon. I want to see what you will do." Daemon gave her the instructions before heading towards Caraxes.
Placing the dragons near one another was never a good idea; for this reason, the Dragon fields were split into nine fields, each far enough away so the dragons wouldn't start fighting because they were territorial creatures.
Rhaenyra felt herself get excited. She didn't know what her uncle would show her, but she knew she couldn't wait to see it.
"Hāedar, māzigon. īlon issi flying (Girl, come. We are flying)," Rhaenyra said with a wide smile, touching her scales along her jaw and neck. Syrax let out a cute sound as she spread her wings. The Princess could almost feel the dragon's joy as she used a stirrup to climb on top of her. Once she mounted, she gripped the horn of the dragon's saddle to keep herself balanced.
"Sōvegon (Fly)!" She shouted, and her dragon walked forward, using her wings and back legs, before spreading her wings and flying to the sky. Rhaenyra grinned like a little girl as she flew higher and higher. She had flown many times before, yet flying with her dragon still felt so good.
Soon, the Dragonstone appeared much smaller as she flew high into the sky; from her point of view, she could see Dragonstone's volcano. Then she heard a roar. She looked downwards, and Caraxes joined her from below.
"Try to catch me," her uncle shouted as he flew past her. He flew by so fast that it appeared as if she and Syrax were not moving at all, but despite seeing his speed, she would not let him win.
"Māzigon va, hāedar. (Come on, girl.)" Rhaenyra whispered to her dragon as she closed her wings and descended towards Caraxes. She felt the wind blowing on her face as she gripped the saddle's horn to keep herself from flying off the saddle, but she didn't want to remain behind as she was getting closer. She could easily win this silly game.
She could swear she saw Daemon looking back at her with a smirk before looking forward and saying something to Caraxes. She didn't know what he said, but Caraxes suddenly flew faster towards a tall rocky formation.
Rhaenyra and Syrax quickly chased after them, but as her nuncle entered the tall rock formation, the dragon made sharp turns so as not to hit the rock columns. She quickly followed behind, thinking it would be easier, but as she turned to Syrax's right, a column of rocks suddenly appeared in front of her.
She quickly yelled, "Keligon (Stop)!" as she pulled her reins, but Syrax still needed to use her legs to prevent his collision with the rocky formation. She then turned left and pursued Caraxes, who was audibly roaring deeper into the formation.
Rhaenyra knew it would be better to fly above and chase after him from above where it was safer, but she would never choose the coward's way out. She was a Targaryen, and they were Gods amongst men.
"Māzigon va, hāedar. (Come on, girl.)" Rhaenyra shouted as they took flight once again, trying to chase Caraxes. She turned right, left, and right again, trying to avoid the columns of rocks, only for one to appear right in front of her again. Syrax screamed at her as the two collided with the rock, but the sharp talons of her feet and the talons at the end of her wings quickly got hold of the rocks so the two wouldn't fall down.
Rhaenyra quickly grabbed the saddle's horn; her back was facing the water below, and she almost fell off the saddle entirely. With an order, her Syrax quickly used the rocks to climb before jumping off. Spreading her wings, she flew upwards this time, not listening to Rhaenyra until they were out of the rocky formation.
Despite feeling a sense of relief, the Princess couldn't resist angrily punching the saddle. She had failed to do what her uncle could do; she and Syrax should have done this and not failed like this. She was a Princess; she should have done this on the first try.
She looked around the place, trying to find her uncle, only to hear a roar. Looking upwards, she saw Caraxes descending towards them.
"Follow me." Her uncle shouted as he flew past her. Rhaenyra quickly told Syrax to follow him, but she did so a little reluctantly this time.
Rhaenyra expected her uncle to fly back to the rocky formation so she could try again, but much to her disappointment, he landed on a small island near Dragonstone. She followed him behind, and once she landed with Syrax, she quickly jumped from her dragon and ran up to Daemon.
"I want to try again." She quickly said determinedly. She would not allow herself to lose such a simple test; she would prove herself.
"Are you sure? Syrax doesn't seem happy with you." Daemon said, pointing at her dragon. Her eyes flickered at her dragon, and she could tell she was a little annoyed that she had made her collide with the rocks.
"I need to become a better rider. I will try it again, without your help if needed." Her uncle sighed wearily, but she could tell he was proud of her determination.
"Very well, but follow my lead, and the next time, you should know when your dragon should fly faster and when to slow down to make the sharp turns. One wrong move and it will get you." Daemon instructed her, and she listened to his every word, but that last part confused her.
"Who will get me, uncle? Are you talking about the rocks?" she questioned. Sure, she had made mistakes, but she was sure she would get it done within a few more tries.
"The people, the archers, they will get you if you don't get better at flying Syrax."
Rhaenyra giggled in amusement, but then she realized that her uncle wasn't making a joke.
"Uncle, I have a dragon, my Syrax is faster than all of their arrows. Her scales cannot be pierced. They can never touch me when I'm up there."
"Niece!" The sudden seriousness in his voice made her gasp and fall silent as he rested his hand on her shoulder; looking right at her eyes, she couldn't help but feel tiny compared to him. "Do not think yourself as invincible up there. There won't be just a single archer that you have to watch over; there will be hundreds of them, with hundreds of arrows flying in the air. If only one single arrow hits you in the right place, you will die. Just because you have Syrax, do not think of yourself as invincible. Do you understand, or I will have you stay here during the whole war and not allow you to participate at all."
Rhaenyra opened her mouth to complain and say this wasn't fair, but the grip of his hand on her shoulder grew a little firmer. "Do you understand?" He asked again; this time, the warmth was all but gone.
"...I do," Rhaenyra said a little resultantly. Her Nuncle was clearly not pleased, but thankfully, he let go of her as he turned to face Caraxes.
"Mount Syrax again, and remember, do not fly around like a headless chicken. Use your eyes." He told her as she turned around and walked up to her dragon.
Laena Velayron
' Laena was five years old when her cradle egg went cold.
Laenor's egg had hatched two years before, though Laena did not truly remember it happening, young as she had been. She did know that every day that passed since only made her more impatient for her own egg to hatch. She always made sure that the maids kept a fire going in her chambers to keep her egg warm. She would spend long periods of time sitting on the floor, just chatting to her egg and thinking of what she might name her dragon. It had never crossed her mind that her egg would not hatch for her. She was a child of Valyrian blood, and her own mother was born a Targaryen and had claimed Meleys as a teenager.
But then, one day, Laena found that her pretty blue egg was now cold to the touch. She had started bawling, startling the maids who rushed to get her parents. Her mother had scooped her up into her arms and let her cry herself out while Laenor worriedly tried to cheer her up by saying they could ride Seasmoke together when his hatchling grew up.
"Do not cry, my little seadragon. This just means you will follow a different path than your brother," her mother promised her. "Your dragon is out there somewhere, waiting for you."
Laena took that to heart, and from then on, she pestered everyone she could about which dragons were unclaimed. There were so many! There was the docile Silverwing, the fearsome Vermithor. Cannibal, but her father told her when she was young that Cannibal was a monster and he had already shown interest in her cousin Aenar Targaryen. That was before she met him for the first time.
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Laena was eighteen years old when Queen Aemma died in the childbed.
Everyone was mourning little Prince Baelon, who died hours after his birth. Laena thought that was sad, but she felt sadder for Rhaenyra and Aenar. She knew if her own mother died, she would be devastated. She thought her cousin was very brave when she had to command Syrax to light the pyre on which Aemma and Baelon's bodies rested. Would Laena have the strength to do that for Mother and Laenor?
But then it all went wrong when the King announced that he would marry Aenar to the Hightower whore. Laena had felt like she had lost her dragon egg all over again. No, she felt worse.
She and Aenar would be together; they knew that. The two of them loved each other. She knew that. Everyone knew that. She would never allow for Aenar to be married off to that whore.
That night, she had sneaked into his chambers. She had thought they would need to run off to Essos, but Aenar had reassured her that their plan had stayed the same. She only needed to wait a little while longer.
She still remembered his kisses that night and his promise to her.
"Laena. I will never let you go. You are the most important person of my life. Never let yourself think otherwise." Aenar had told her that night with so much love as their foreheads pressed against one another, his bright purple eyes looking back at her eyes.
"As you are to me, Aenar. You and I. We are perfect for each other. Never let yourself think otherwise." Laena told him before kissing his lips—a gentle kiss of love.
That night, he had given her his direwolf. Ghost.
"Why are you giving him to me, Aenar? "He should be with you," Laena quickly said, as the white direwolf licked her hands as if she were his owner.
"No. He must stay with you for now. It's important. I want you to keep him for now." Laena wanted to ask if he had seen another dragon dream as Aenar kneeled to Ghost. The direwolf smiled as his owner scratched his ear.
"Hey, this is not goodbye, Ghost. It's for your own good. Now, be a good boy and take care of Laena for me. Can you do that?" Aenar asked gently, and Ghost licked his face before nodding his head as if he could understand every word. '
After sailing back to Driftmark, Laena was informed by her brother that their parents would sail to Dragonstone to make an alliance with Daemon and Aenar and for them to join in the War against the Triarchy.
Laena had demanded that she come with them. She had nothing to do here; she wanted to be there, but her mother had made the decision for her instead.
' "You will stay here, Laena. End of discussion." Her mother almost shouted at her before turning on her heels, ready to leave the chamber.
"Why do you hate Aenar? I know you don't like him, but I don't understand why you hate him. I love him," Laena announced in a booming voice, and her mother's eyes snapped at her.
"You will not marry, Aenar. He's not good for you. And me and your father have already chosen a good husband for you." Laena felt like her heart had just shattered into thousands of pieces. How could they do that to her, despite knowing what she felt about him?
Ghost growled loudly and slowly advanced towards Rhaenys, baring his teeth as if he wanted to tear her throat, but Laena quickly hugged him, stopping him from doing anything to her mother.
"...Why?" She choked out weakly with a look of betrayal.
Her mother looked saddened for a moment before putting back the blank mask. "You will marry the son of a sealord, Laena. Once the war is over, You will marry him, and help your father's family." Her mother spoke dismissively before leaving the chamber.
Once, she was alone. Laena broke into tears, hugging Ghost tightly as she cried into his fur.
If only I had a dragon, she thought.'
Now
This day started like all the others. Since she was her father's daughter, it was her duty to take care of people who came to the castle to complain and to rule the castle in his stead.
Laena didn't find this job boring; she quite liked dealing with the small folk. Even the Maester told her that she had a talent for ruling the Household and even said that in the future, she could become an excellent ruler of a castle.
Laena had thanked the old Maester, but after doing her job for today, Laena was left wandering around Driftmark aimlessly. Usually, she would have guards following her, but Ghost was the best guard she could ask for, and having him close felt like Aenar was with her. She made sure the beautiful Direwold was always with her.
But today was different; as she was walking around the rocky terrain behind the castle, Ghost suddenly touched her hand softly with his nose before making circles around her and even barking at her,
"What's wrong?" Laena asked worriedly, thinking he might have gotten sick, but Ghost pulled her dress a little before running off.
Laena didn't know what he wanted to show her, but she quickly started following him as he led her to the caves around Driftmark. They built their castle on the island's highest point, while villages and small towns occupied the island's front side. The rear side of the island wasn't used due to the many caves, and the ground often crumbled down like sand. It wasn't a stable ground to build anything.
Laena chased after Ghost, who led her to the caves. She didn't understand what he wanted to show her as they climbed further down the island, but he suddenly stopped when they reached the shore of this side of the island.
Laena breathed a little heavily as she reached Ghost, who was rotted in place like a tree. She looked around, but couldn't see why Ghost would bring her here. She looked down at him with a furrowed brow.
"Ghost, why did you- ROAR!!
It roared like a hundred thunders as one, and she quickly looked up at the sky. The sight mesmerized her beyond belief. Flying overhead was the one dragon she wanted. Her body cast a large shadow over her.
"Vhagar!"
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