Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷 The fires burned dim the night of Lady Laena Velaryon's funeral in Driftmark.
The waves crashed the shore as if even the gods, old and new, were in despair of her passing. The seas song cried out along with her brother, my father Laenor and her mighty dragon, Vhagar.
The older I became the more I'd grown aware of the side glances and whispers from people in the halls. I was not Ser Laenor's true blood, this much was certain, but I was Targaryen.
At first glance one might assume it'd be possible, matching both my mother and fathers white blonde hair and purple eyes but I knew better.
My fierceness mirrored my Uncle Daemon's along with the shape of my eyes and face. It's been years since I'd last seen my true father, had he missed me? Did he even believe me to be his in the first place?
When the sun crept down over the hills of Driftmark sleep escaped me at every turn. My heart beat like a war drum in anticipation for what was to come, but I couldn't understand what.
Throwing off the sheets I decided on a late night walk.
The breeze swept through the cold halls of Driftmark, a usually cold place similar to Dragonstone in that it was surrounded by water, which was even a short flight from here.
Pulling my robes tighter around me I lift my hood over my head hoping to stay inconspicuous.
If anyone saw the young princess out for a late night stroll they'd surely send me straight back to bed where the winds howled through the windows of my chamber.
Descending the many steps of the castle towards the ocean I'm struck by a familiar figure sat on the sand dunes looking out over the hills where the dragons laid sleeping.
Where Aegon II, the older brother drowned himself in the cups of Westerosi wine and the desires of the flesh, Aemond truly only ever wanted one thing.
To have his very own dragon.
My heart went out to Aemond being the second son of King Viserys constantly overshadowed by not only Aegon but Jace and Luke as well being the heirs sons.
We had more in common than I'd realized for I was dragonless as well, spending my days trying to live up to the expectations of my mother who was perfection in the eyes of those who were loyal to her.
Before I even realize where my feet are taking me I'm climbing the hills of sand towards him and my breath hitches in my throat when he turns, locking eyes with me.
"Elaena, what are you doing here?" Aemond asks, standing to meet me in surprise, brushing the sand off of his emerald green cloak.
"I could ask you the same thing. Keeping a watchful eye over the dragons?" I arch an eyebrow at him and he relaxes instantly realizing I'm not here to reprimand him.
