Bathed In Gold

Chapter XXXIII

"We've got you now little one," one said. 

"You think so?" I giggled as Drogon hovered outside my window. A sinister grin also stretched up his snout, splitting a strong jaw open with long jagged teeth and a serpent-like tongue that licked hungry lips. His jaws opened wide and loosed fire into the room, I pushed the sons of Harpies off me and rolled off the bed, I hit the floor hard. The sons screamed and writhed on the floor. I was too weak to move but I wouldn't give in so easily. Drogon roared desperately at me, and I crawled toward him ignoring the nagging pain from my previous injuries. He lifted me onto his snout and gently pushed me onto his back. He roared loudly and as the two men ran at us he chomped their heads off swallowing them whole. 

He flew me to the bell tower, and I rang the bell desperately. It woke everyone up, a spell of dizziness took over me and I toppled off the bell tower, just when I thought was going to fall to my death and my chapter had ended; Drogon flew beneath and caught me on his back I hit the makeshift saddle with a thud. He let out a low grumbling roar; he took us took me to the dragons stable and guarded me while the other two hid me under their wings as I lay still on a pile of hay. Drogon was vicious and he attacked anyone who dared to come close or tried to attack. I wanted to fight, but the fear and the wounds had their talons deep in my flesh and had left me helpless and defenceless. 

I tried to get up, however, Viserion pushed me back down gently with his head and let out a low grumble, he was telling me to stay put it was too dangerous for me to fight. "I can't let everyone die because of me," I said gently stroking his scaley neck. Rhaegal pushes me back down gently with his wing this time making it clear I wasn't going anywhere. The sounds of clashing steel got closer and closer but so did the screams of the men as they were attacked by Drogon. It wasn't long until I heard the sound of stomping horses hooves coming toward the barn. The first voice was my father. 

"Hazze yer hash brienne, anha zhorre been worried," (There you are Brienne, I have been worried.) He said as he rushed through the barn doors.  

"Anha zin davra, nakho fussing!" (I am fine, stop fussing!) I insist and try to push him away gently. 

"Avvos, anha zin yeri ave!" (Never, I am your father!) He says and looks me over, "Ajjin hazze anything else anha jif worry about?" (I there anything else I should worry about?)

"Anha zin okay, jin dragons looked after anna," (I am okay, the dragons looked after me.) I said to him. He looked between the dragons and me, he thanked the dragons one by one before taking me back to the palace to my bed.