Lunarys Targaryen, First of her Name, The Rogue Princess, Lady of the Tides, Lady of Driftmark, Mother of Dragons, Protector of Old Valyria, The Bane's Majesty. ; That's what the people all around Westeros knew her for, her titles. She was loved by...
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Pentos
THE STREETS WERE AWAKE in the very morning, chattering filled Pentos streets. In the distance the Dragons roared and screeched. It was the same as every morning had been the past eight years for a young Targaryen girl except that she had now been, motherless. Truthfully spoken, she never had a Mother. But Laena Velaryon had treated her like her own blood.
The Morning was dreadful unlike any other, the young Princess had her handmaidens fix her up for the following events that occur the very day. Her Step-Mother's funeral although nothing had remained of her mother except perhaps a couple of bones after she had her own Dragon burn her to death, instead of facing the death due to Childbirth.
Dragonless she'd been, no Dragon she had met had the will to bond with her. She didn't know why, her father, Prince Daemon Targaryen had tried all of the Dragons that had been in the Dragonpit, riderless. He gifted his daughter all she could ever want, just a Dragon, he could not. The only Dragons that loved the company of the young Targaryen were claimed beasts, the Prince's Bloodwyrm, Caraxes and what had been her step-mothers monstrous Vhagar.
Yes of course, Vhagar was now riderless and she could most likely easily bond with the beast. But.. It didn't feel right, for now at least. Vhagar was still mourning her rider's recent departure, by her own flames distinguished. She heard the roars of agony from Vhagar the night it happened all, they had been what woken her. She had rushed the night to see the Dragon, and found the mighty beast staring at a burning spot. Her Father wide eyed stared at the Dragon and flames.
But she had to stay strong now, for her father, her siblings and Vhagar. Torn out of her sorrowful thoughts by the mighty sounding roar of Vhagar, the Princess had returned into the saddening world of reality. She thanked her handmaiden that had prepared her and skipped down the stairs to join her Family for breakfast. Rhaena, Baela and her father had seated already around the table, the atmosphere was rather gloomy, but it was understandable. After all, today wasn't going to be pleasant for the family.
"Ñuha zaldrītsos, I'd like for you to fly on Caraxes with me to the funeral. Baela and Rhaena will be with their grandparents by the sea," He spoke ever so softly, he knew how much his daughter loved to be on Dragon's back despite not having her own. If there was a way that Daemon could give his favorite child just a glimpse of joy on the day filled with sorrow, he'd kill for it and she knew. Ñuha zaldrītsos, meant My little Dragon in High Valyrian. He always called her that, it were the first words she heard when she saw the light of life.
"Alright, Father," Prince Daemon only sighed and remained quiet afterwards, perhaps the one thing she enjoyed the most wasn't just able to bring her joy at the very moment as usual it would've. After breakfast had been finished, Daemon took his first born outside to the Dragons resting place. There they laid, Caraxes and Vhagar sprawled with their wings on the grass. Caraxes was the first to lift his head, growling at whom had dared to approach them until he saw the Prince and his child.
