𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 彡 [a. targaryen] [✔]

─ 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

*ೃ༄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑

The moon had come to replace the sun as the bright orange ball sank beneath the horizon just like how it did every night. Though, while most of the castle's inhabitants were asleep, two young children clad in dark cloaks used the shadows to stay hidden as they made their way toward the Dragonpit. Lucaena's sparkling eyes peeked into the large building, checking for any sign of life other than dragons of course. Once the young girl was satisfied with the sheer emptiness, she stepped inside and gestured for her brother to follow. Lucaena took the hood of her cloak off her head, successfully revealing her platinum hair situated in place with shiny gold pins. Even in the most minimal of lights, her flowing hair seemed to glow. She was pretty. Gorgeous even. However, Aemond had little to no time to come up with flattering adjectives for his sister. He had a dragon to tame after all.

"Valarr. I have brought you an old friend. You must remember my arrogant twin brother. He deems himself worthy of you. Where are you, my pretty boy?"

Lucaena's poised voice cut through the silence, seemingly echoing off the walls as she called for her dragon. Though the girl did not ignore the way Aemond shoved her slightly for having been called "arrogant." The way her twin felt about that was the least of her concerns. Her dragon was the top priority right now. Valarr treasured his sleep and Lucaena knew that. She knew her murderous beast would be extra snappy for having his rest disturbed. But the Targaryen girl felt a temperamental dragon was the best practice for Aemond. If he wanted to command Valarr, he needed to learn that the creature would not be easy to control.

After the reverberation of her voice stopped bouncing off the walls, Lucaena tilted her head down at the ground as she tried to focus on the slightest noise. Any noise that would resemble Valarr. Nothing. The young girl cursed under her breath, tossing all lady-like customs she'd learned to the side yet again. Perhaps the Gods were expressing a sign—a sign that Aemond Targaryen was not meant to possess a dragon. The Princess heard her brother sigh incredulously as he kicked the dirt beneath his feet. He too believed that this was simply no use. Meanwhile, Lucaena had to stop herself from strangling her brother as she became fed up with his impatience. What he lacked in terms of composure, she made up. It was a severe imbalance.

"This is pointless. I should not have agreed to come here with you. I can find better ways to spend the rest of my night than concerning myself with your stupid dragon—"

Aemond forgot how to speak when he felt the ground under his feet shake a bit. The boy went silent immediately, his eyes wide like the full moon spanning over the night sky. A victorious grin formed on the corner of Lucaena's lips as the shaking of the ground began to grow more frequent and intense. Aemond felt his mouth going cotton dry when a guttural rumbling broke through the air. A cold chill ran down his spine when a large, muscular dragon the color of midnight with deep purple scales emerged from the shadows gradually.