𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺,
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍
" Wed her to me. "
" What? "
" When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Daenera. I want to love her the way she loves me - the way we've alw...
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THE CLEAR BLUE OF BLACKWATER BAY brushed frisky against Wyvern's wings, as the dragon glided through the air, with Caraxes by his side. The two dragons let out roars, the distance of King's Landing coming into view.
Wyvern's black wings flapped against the summer breeze of King's Landing — his presence being known by the many smallfolk, as his roar echoed far and wide. Daenera sat heavily onto the dragons back, a grip of steel tightly wrapped around his reins — glancing ever so often to Daemon, who rode cockily on Caraxes.
Her hands patted the neck of Wyvern, silently complimenting the dragon on his work, as the four settled down into the Dragonpit of King's Landing. Daenera hustled the reins forward on Wyvern's neck, leaving him in the hands of the Dragonkeepers.
Her feet hit the ground with dust riding up, dirtying her already needed to wash clothing. Daenera walked towards the carriage that sat in waiting of her and Daemon, as she ripped the gloves on her hands off with her teeth. Daenera was quick to hop up the steps of the carriage, in want of a rest.
Daemon soon joined her, after giving a farewell to Caraxes. Daemon and Daenera's marriage had stayed secured throughout the 10 years of marriage — though, they do have their fair number of arguments. Over time, both had realized they were too much alike to get along, even if their love continued to stay powerful. They were happy, that's all that was of matter.
"Enjoy today?" Daemon interrupted the silence, catching Daenera off guard, as her focus was on the rolling view of the Street of Silk. Daenera hummed lowly, a gentle nod coming from her. "Very. Wyvern's getting better at handling his aggression, especially with Caraxes around." Her lips fairy tilted up into a curve.
"It seems our Dragon's fondness for one another shares the feelings of their riders." Daemon stretched forward, taking Daenera's heated hand into his own chilled one.
"I believe they do."
"Aeven blew my ear off last night about Vermithrax's progress. Dragonkeeper's say he'll be as big as Vhagar." Daemon informed.
"Which is to why she is stuck with Zafira until I say otherwise." Daenera raised a brow in reminder, gaining a laugh from Daemon.
"He is her Dragon — I see no problem in her riding him."
"Daemon, Virmithrax is still young, but strong. I love the dragon, I do. But I do not trust him in the hands of our daughter until she is of age to control such a power." Daenera shut-down his idea. Years on end, Aeven had been in the habit of begging for a fly on Virmithrax, the brother Dragon of her other, Zafira — being the Son and Daughter of Dreamfyre.
"I understand, my love." Daemon leaned into the seating of the carriage. "She has your spirit — don't forget the early morning rides you and Rhaenyra would take with Wyvern and Syrax without your father's permission."
