Ashes In The Castle ||| Aemond Targaryen

seven

"Naerys, stop. You're going to get yourself killed."

She did not stop.

Not in a million years would she pause, would she give up the opportunity to have her own dragon. Just because the Rogue Prince wanted her to.

As she climbed, quickly and nimble up to the top, the others tried to walk forward. They tried to approach to pull her down, get her to cease.

But Vermithor felt it. He roared and shifted, causing Naerys to grip his side for her life.

At that moment, Daemon realized they could not stop her without risking more lives. So he held out his hand to cease their movements and was forced to watch as Naerys climbed all the way to the top of the dragon.

When she got there, after great exertion, Naerys threw her leg over the side and climbed into the saddle, staring down at it through the darkness.

She found the handholds, the "controls" and grabbed them. The saddle was obviously made for someone much bigger than her. But Naerys didn't care.

Naerys unfurled the rope tied there and took it in her hands, testing a pull to the right. Vermithor growled and moved himself to the right. She almost fell off right then, gasping as she slid to the side. The girl quickly took hold of the saddle and righted herself.

"Okay. You've proven your point. Vermithor is yours. Now get down so we can fit him with a proper saddle."

Daemon spoke lowly, still trying to keep from spooking the dragon. But Naerys wouldn't take an order from him, not then.

Instead, she ignored Daemon. She could feel the dragon shift, he turned to look at Naerys.

"Fly, Vermithor. Fly."

The dragon growled. And despite the orders from the Dragonkeepers below, Vermithor did not listen either. He turned himself fully around, so they were facing the opposite direction, and began to run.

Naerys slid back in the saddle with the momentum. She used all of her strength to keep herself steady and huddled close to the dragon. She was putting all of her trust in him; she couldn't see where they were going.

His steps were thunderous and he shook the ground. Each time his body moved side to side while he ran, Naerys slid to each side of the large saddle.

Vermithor knew where he was going. There were a few twists and turns but they finally approached natural light. Naerys had to squeeze her eyes shut to let them adjust and prayed as she gripped the saddle with all of her strength.

When she could finally open her eyes, Naerys got a full view of Vermithor. And she truly realizes how big he was. He was only a few sizes smaller than Vhagar, which was a massive feat.

She could also see his colouring for the first time. He was a beautiful bronze colour with great big tan wings. And as Naerys looked back at those tan wings, he began to flap them and lift her off of the ground.

Sound came freely from Naerys' mouth. She wasn't singing to him anymore. The girl screamed the loudest she ever had in her life, more so when he lifted his massive body into the air and her legs slid off of him.