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𝗜𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗦 𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡'𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗡. 172 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗔𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗦, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝘿𝘼𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉.

We find ourselves in the clouds. A beautiful place to think and relax, without having the fear of something happening suddenly- Rawrrrrrrrr

Ahhh....It's hard to be a narrator. Well, back to work.

A sound cut through the skies, a dragon. Or rather a she-dragon. This was Syrax, Princess Rhaenyra's dragon.

"I'm going to win, Aunt."

A voice shouted.

"No, you're not. Valerian, ūndegon zirȳ (catch them), Syrax, paez ilagon (slow down)."

The dragon soon obeyed, gaining a frustrated groan from her rider. That was the effect of the Mother of Dragons. She made even the Cannibal look like a puppy.

"That is cheating, Aunt."

The rider looked around, but she dindn't see her aunt.

Ah yes, yes, Valerin could be big, but her white scales helped alot with camouflage, especially, in the clouds.

The warrior appeared from above along with her glorious beast. Valerian was a dragon that few knew, but whoever saw her, would never forget it. They called her a Second Balerion for a reason.

She was, at this moment, just a few meters bigger than Balerion himself, being the biggest dragon in the world, that until now had not been ridden.

What many people think, is that Valerian was born out of one of Vhagar's eggs, that she had laid in her early years, but what few know is that Valerian was older than Vhagar and Meraxes themselves. She had seen the wonders and the atrocities of Old Valyria e when she felt the Doom and saw the Targaryens sail, she fled with them.

She ended up helping a little in the Conquest but never had anyone gotten close to her without being: burnt, dismembered ou beheaded, is the dragon was in a rush.

Even though she was huge and old, Valerian was one of the most athletic and fast dragons, if not the most.

Now that's enough, back to the story.

"It's all fair, dear niece."

Aerin winked at Rhaenyra from above Valerian. Rhaenyra couldn't see a thing because of Valerian's size. Even less when Valerian passed trough the towers of the Red Keep and landed on the Dragonpit. Winning the race.

By the time Rhaenyra landed, Aerin was already smoothing one of her many flight suits and caressing Valerian. This one was purring almost like a cat, even though being as huge as she was.

"Sȳz riña (Good Girl)"

Aerin looked at her niece who had her arms around her waist.

"Ohh...ñuha zaldrītsos (my little dragon) don't be sad. You'll win next time."

Rhaenyra only rolled her eyes while the dragon keepers took Valerian and Syrax to the Dragonpit. She couldn't get angry at her aunt, Aerin was like a mother to Rhaenyra. It was Aerin that would let Rhaenyra sleep in her bed, when she had nightmares and came knocking on her door crying. Aerin would always pick her up and calm her, making her sleep, and then put Rhaenyra on her bed. Even tough she knew she would have trouble in the morning for letting the princess do what she wanted. Her aunt had never let her down and she would always be there to protect her.