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Viserys Targaryen X Reader - (Long Lost Love)

Your silver hair tangled in the wind as you felt the strong wings below you contract and relax with every beat. Flying always soothed you, clearing your mind. You squinted down to the earth below, noticing several dozen riders heading in the direction of Bloodmoat, your home.

Leaning forwards, you press your belly and chest against the neck of Silverstorm, urging him towards the ground. The movement of his wings slow as you race ahead of the riders, swiftly plummeting to the ground. You chuckle as you hear several of the men shout and swear, horses whining and kicking their masters off.

Hitting the ground before the hoard of strangers, causing great clouds of dust to fill the air, Silverstorm huffed angrily and protectively. Gracefully you swung from the grey dragon and stood infront of him, bravely facing the unknown people. You noticed two of them, at the front, held the same silver pale hair and white skin as you.

"Who are you, and why are you in my lands?" You shouted, hands on your hips. An older man spoke to one of the white haired strangers in a rough language you didn't understand, before asking you something.

"I do not speak your tongue." You shouted, attempting to maintain control on the situation. If only Jahaerys was here, he knew many languages, you thought.

"You speak High Valyrian, do you not?" A woman spoke, dismounting her silver horse. She was one of the pale haired ones. The other one dismounted his horse, the two slowly approaching you despite the foreign shouts of the older man behind them.

"I do. Who are you? Why are you here?" You demand, flexing your fingers in agitation. Silverstorm let out a snort in warning, and the strangers ceased their approach.

"We could ask the same of you." The man scoffed. Raising your eyebrows, the woman shot him a look and the smirk died on his face.

"I am y/n Valdaerys. These are my home lands."

"We are Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen. The last Targaryens. We are traveling to gather an army large enough to take back our throne." The woman said, holding her head up high. The Targaryens stepped forwards a few paces, causing Silverstorm to rise. You raise a hand to calm him, before stepping forwards yourself, and holding it out for your kin to shake.

The man gently took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss. The woman shook your hand, her thumb gently brushing one of your many rings.

"I can't believe you have a dragon. We thought them to have died out centuries ago." Viserys said, looking at Silverstorm in awe.

You smiled at his wide-eyed, child like excitement. It was rather endearing. "Yes. He is one of three dragons, from one egg. His name is Silverstorm, his sister is called Darkbringer, their brother is called Blackblood." You pause for a few moments, stroking Silverstorm's long snout, before continuing, "I believe we have much to talk about, Targaryens. I would be happy to host you and your closest men at my home, Bloodmoat."

The two Targaryens looked at each other and nodded, before the woman shouted something in the foreign tongue, which caused all but two of the men to turn and ride off. The two men and the two Targaryens followed you, Silverstorm circling above, as you made your way to your ancestral home.