BLOOD // FIRE - - - DAEMON TARGARYEN

PART I

It was an utter privilege the life that she had been living for the past years. A privilege that was only possible due to be outcasted from the main spotlight that was the continuous verbal battle between the named heir and the Queen. She was the second daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Aemma and for a long time a reminder of the truly failure she was born. No male. Again. The first one they could pass, but to be the second female and last child was a burden. However, with Rhaenyra being made Heir of the Iron Throne and the birth of two males with Alicent, she was most left alone and no longer looked upon - not that much anyway.

During six years the skies were her dear friend. Of course, Vhagar being the most important companion. With eleven years old she decided that she would be the one to tame the dragon. In the middle of the night, escaping her chambers and her guard, she was able to enter the Dragon Pit and meet the enormous dragon. She felt so petite in front of Vhagar. She was used to perceive herself as a small creature inside the walls of the castle and between her family members. However, standing there face to face with the dragon, it felt a different kind of little - a one that did not sadden her. Vhagar welcomed her as an old friend. They flied till the sun was up in the sky.

The King had a light smile in his face while watching his child get back on the ground. "It is good to see you, my child, riding a pride of the House Targaryen". Viserys had a better relationship with his older daughter then his second - he realized too late he had let the comments of disappointment regarding her gender get to his mind. Since the establishment of his heir and then the birth of male children, he had taken a step back in the way he used to see his second. It was hard work, although it was something he was willing to fight for. "Thank you, father".

Till she reached the age of seventeen years old, she was left to ride Vhagar free between King's Landing, Dragonstone and Driftmark - Princess Rhaenys thought she was a good influence in her granddaughters and enjoyed having the young Targaryen there. In King's Landing she used to observe her little brother and sister create a bond with their dragons, all four mere young children. Rhaenyra was also a good companion to have, always having had a soft spot for her younger sister - which included letting her escape of not so fun duties to ride Vhagar. She was no Lady of Dragonstone, but the stones welcomed her constantly with warm.

With fifteen years old, she got in a fight with the King. She departed King's Landing in a fit and went to Dragonstone where she knew she would be left alone. King Viserys I was a calm figure and their relationship had improved considered since she was a child. She was free to fly and be more curious about things than it was proper for a lady, but she was still one and she had to fulfil her duties. Her father, her King approached the subject of marriage with her and was not well received - she had till seventeen years old to accept the proposal of a Lord or Ser. Viserys thought that maybe he had given to much freedom to her as he watched Vhagar fly in direction of Dragonstone. "Let her be for a few days. She will come to her senses." Rhaenyra assured her father.

She was furious. If it was with her father, her King, or herself she did not know. With fifteen she was almost a woman and still too naïve to think they would let her just continue to fly and nothing else. She was a princess, the Second Princess, and had a duty to fulfil. Would she be able to stay in King's Landing or she would need to leave and be the Lady of a strange land? A destiny she knew belong to her, even though it caused her pain. A part of her, the impetuous and rebellious one wanted to leave. Go to the Free Cities and even beyond - cut the skies of lands long forgotten to the dragons. Could she? Would she?

With fifteen she and Vhagar crossed the Narrow See till Essos. The sea welcomed her and her dragon with good weather and plenty of fishes to eat - Vhagar ate them, she had brought what she could. They landed first close to Andalos - a few nomads watched amazed as Vhagar set foot in the ground. The Princess and her dragon were left alone during the passing days - the people too afraid to come closer. She was still contemplating were to go when a large figure entered the skies - Caraxes was an imponent being but did little to surprise Vhagar. It was her dragonrider that felt nervous with the inevitable scold she would receive from her uncle.

Daemon Targaryen had been away in the Free Cities for almost a decade, even though he was not exiled - this time. He left when she was a child and almost did not recognize her if it was not for her silver hair and lilac eyes.

"Glad I was able to catch you before you were sold to some salvage here."

"I am with Vhagar. No one would dare to come near."

"I would not bet my life on it"

She was sixteen years old when she returned to Westeros and King's Landing. In the year that she stayed in Pentos with her uncle the King almost sailed to get her two times, but the Heir of the Iron Throne convinced him to let her be one more time. Not before she went to see her sister and made a blood promise that she would return before seventeen and fulfil her obligations. The younger sister accepted the oath and was left under the care of Daemon for the following year.

Vhagar and Caraxes enjoyed flying in the skies together and often would dance with their dragonrides while entertaining the Prince of Pentos who was delighted to welcome another Targaryen. The balls would occur every full moon and even if she was not an avid fan of those, she would partake and dance for many hours with Daemon. He showed her the busy streets of Pentos and Braavos; he read to her books not found in Westeros; he flied with her above hills, forests, and the sea; he shared with her maps that he had obtained of what would like Sothoryos - he had not much interest but discovered that his niece was an avid learner and liked to wonder about other lands. He shared with her nights in with they would drink wine and talk about Old Valyria - how was it? Would they be happy there? Dreams of two people with too much alcohol in their mind and a little too much to say.

She needed to leave soon to go back to King's Landing but standing there with Daemon by her side while they were waiting for their turn to join the dance, she wished she could stay there. His small smile and his hand on her and his entire presence - it felt divine. But she needed to leave. She just wished he would follow her.