𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐒

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The dragon has three heads

     "Oh Drogon," Rhaella said slowly approaching the Dragon. He looked hurt, slashes on his wings, dried blood on healing wounds on his neck.

     "Rhaella," Gaemon whispered. The boy was terrified, he was terrified when he first saw Rhaegon, but seeing Rhaella approach the black dragon with such caution made him very uneasy, and the dead creature at the dragon's feet scared him even more.

     "Go," the girl whispered, not taking her eyes off the dragon. Gaemon quickly ran out of the cave, happy to finally see some sunlight, but he stayed by the cave's entrance to wait for his friend.

     The princess walked closer to the dragon, slowly touching his snout with her hand, and caressing it. It made the girl happy that Drogon allowed her to touch him, she knew Drogon was the wildest of the dragons, but he was family all the same. "We have to go to your mother soon," Rhaella kissed the top of Drogon's snout gently and then she started to walk out of the cave leaving the dragon with his kill.

     "What was that?" Gaemon was still surprised.

     "That was Drogon, one of my sister's children," she told her friend.

     The two stared at where they were, they had come out in the farthest of the 14 flames, on the side that was turned towards the ocean, and they knew that even though they were outside again, they were at least a day and a half from the small house they lived in. While the two walked back the boy asked the silver haired Targaryen to teach him the commun tongue, which the girl tried to do.

     Rhaella and Gaemon were starving, they ate some fruits they found on their way but nothing substantial, they did find water, the doom caused the land in Valyria to break and now small rivers that ran through the city, which helped the two travelers.

     When the sun started setting, Gaemom found them a place to rest in between some ruins, which he thought would somewhat protect them from whatever was out in the ruins.While her friend looked for a place to rest Rhaella looked for branches for their fire and for some food. The girl was exhausted, they had been walking for almost two days straight with almost no food in their stomachs and no rest, the princess was afraid that when she sat down she might not be able to get up again.

     Getting back to their makeshift camp, Gaemon started a fire and they shared the small mushrooms his friend collected on her way. Gaemon was fast to fall asleep, but Rhaella did not want to sleep, she loved this place, but ever since she arrived in Valyria her sleep and her visions got worst, and after her vision of the Iron Throne and the red door the day before she was terrified of what she would see if she fell asleep. The exhaustion eventually caught up with the girl and against her wishes she fell in a deep sleep.

     Strangely enough Rhaella didn't dream that night, all she remembered when she woke up was darkness and a voice, amna kept repeating the same thing, "the dragon has three heads." She knew the dragon had three heads, but she was told that since her father was king her brother Rhaegar obsessed over who those heads were, he thought his children were the heads, he thought Aegon was the Prince who was promised. He was wrong, the youngest Targaryen thought, she was still not sure who this prince or princess was, but she was sure who those heads were. she had had those thoughts before, but her stay in Valyria had made that very clear to her. The dragon has three heads, Dany, myself, and the dragons, she knew. The only real dragons in the world, she thought.

     "You seem to be deep in thought," Gaemon interrupted her thoughts. Rhaella turned to her friend who was getting up and getting ready to resume their walk.

     "I was thinking of dragons," she smiled at him. The two Valyrians poured water on top of their fire and walked away from their camp.

     "I do not think we should go back," the dark skinned boy said, unusually serious, which worried his friend.

     "Why?" She asked, very worried.

     "Because mother will murder us," Gaemon laughed at his friend's expression. Rhaella relaxed seeing her friend laugh, she gently pushed her friend as they continued their walk. "Have you ever been in love?" The boy asked suddenly.

     "I don't know," the silver haired girl looked at her feet.

     "You don't know," he laughed, "how is that possible?" He looked at his friend, who still looked at her feet. "Well, I have been in love once. He is a baker, in the village me and Saera told you about, we would kiss in the barn until morning. I met him because Saera had an affair with his brother," he said, making both of them laugh. "But one time when I visited the village I found out his father had married him with a girl, I was heartbroken. I haven't been back to the village since," he explained. Rhaella's heart broke for her friend. "But don't worry, I have moved on," he reassured his friend.

     The princess' eyes were still at her feet when she decided to speak up, "his name is Theon. He lived in Winterfell with the Starks, he was their ward. He was older, handsome, and he always took care of me, I adored him, but I knew we were not meant to be," she told her friend. The dark skinned boy could tell by Rhaella's voice and the spark he saw in her eyes that this Theon still meant a lot to her.

     "Is he the one that gave you that necklace?" Gaemon asked, seeing his friend unconsciously touching the necklace again.

     "No, that was Jon. He was a brother to me," the girl smiled thinking of Jon, she still worried about him everyday, after seeing him dead in her dream she was almost sure her brother was gone, but somehow that dream felt different. "You would think after all these years and that fact he is on the other side of the Narrow Sea would change something," the girl chuckled at herself.

     "You will move on," Gaemon placed his hand on Rhaella's shoulder, trying to reassure the girl.

     "I won't," she was sure of it. "I do not think I love him like a wife loves his wife anymore, but before I wished we were a couple he was my friend, he was always one of my greatest friends. I dream of him every night, real dreams, I see him getting tortured, mutilated, called names, and it kills me everyday. And I know I will never truly move on until I know he is safe," the girl told her friend, never looking away from her feet, but Gaemon could see that spark in her violet eyes was gone now, and now sadness roamed the dragon's eyes.