The Path to Freedom, a HOTD Fanfic

Chapter 5

Christon and Rhaenyra bid a fond farewell to his family, his mother handling a basket of food and blankets, to make the trip will be more tolerable. As they left the castle gates, Criston stood amazed that Syrax was waiting for them.

"It's like she knows," Criston mused aloud.

"She does," said Rhaenyra, "Dragons and their riders share a special bond."

"Will Dragons," asked Criston, "Only accept Targaryens as dragon riders?"

"We haven't tried anyone else, honestly. The consequences are too..."

Criston paled, as he could only imagine what would happen should one mount a dragon who didn't like them.

Rhaenyra stopped, grinning at Criston. "Do you want a dragon, Criston?"

"Oh no," Criston laughed, "I'm quite content riding back seat."

On dragonback, the pair retraced their previous steps, camping in the Rainwood at night, leaving on sunrise to make it to Driftmark in nearly two days time. The sun sat in mid-evening when the island appeared beneath them.

As Syrax lowered below the clouds, Criston's gut sank. An entire fleet of ships encompassed the port. All with Targaryen flags.

The kings sigil.

Syrax was small enough to land on the narrow path to the castle, much like the path to Dragonstone. Rhaeneya dismounted first, eyes set firmly at the port in the distance. As soon as Criston reached the ground, she turned and jumped onto him, arms around his neck.

"I won't let them take you." Rhaenyra said, her breath shaking.

"It's alright." Criston said as his hands ran down her long, soft hair. He tightened their embrace, in case it was the last time. Knowing that the princess chose him was enough for Criston. He placed her his hands on her shoulders and pulled away. He stared into her deep blue eyes, filled with fear and sadness.

"It's alright." Criston affirmed.

Those blue eyes quickly became engulfed in a flame that he rarely saw. She turned on her heels and quickly walked to the castle doors. When the guards began to open the doors, she pushed them with her hands, storming in. A great feat for a much a small lady.

Her fury could be felt by all.

The throne room was empty, save for Daemon, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. Before Rhaenyra could say anything, Daemon threw his hands in the air.

"Don't look at me, I didn't invite him."

"I did," said Corlys, "You think I would let this insanity continue?"

Rhaenyra looked at Corlys, and the full realization of her actions washed down on her. Her temper cooling, she drew a deep breath and said, "Lord Corlys, I take full responsibility. The insult to your house and your heir is on me, alone. Please don't punish my shield--"

Rhaenyra fell silent when Corlys raised a hand.

"This isn't about what occurred at the wedding," said Corlys, "This is about making things right with your father. He's waiting for you in my council room."

"We will walk with you," said a voice behind them. Criston and Rhaenyra turned to Lyonel and Harwin Strong. Rhaeneya ran to them both, throwing her hands around Harwin's neck.

"My lady"

"Mi'Lady!"

"Thank you." Rhaenyra said to Harwin as he pulled her into a hug. "So much."

"The king awaits," said Lionel, "Let's all go together."

The men let Rhaenyra lead the way. Harwin slowed down to meet Criston, giving him a hard slap on the back.  "You dog! The envy of the realm, you are!"