The Dragon's Daughter (Aemond Targaryen)

Silverwing

*Vyserra's POV*

Vyserra had found a dress that fit her reasonably and threw it over her head, waiting for Aemond to tie it for her. Once he was finished she ran out of the door giggling excitedly. She was doing a great job of ignoring the traumatic thoughts she had at the back of her head. She was subconsciously trying to protect herself from reliving the memories of the last few days.

"Vyserra!" Aemond shouted after her as she was running up the halls, dodging the King's Guard outside, she turned and saw Aemond running out, throwing a shirt over his head. 

She hadn't got the whole way down the long hall when he caught her and put her over his shoulder. "You are a brat, where have you got all of this energy?" he said while she started kicking him, "I can't trust you to behave so I'll be escorting you like this everywhere now," and he smacked her behind while she yelped and booted him again.

"OK OK I'll behave, put me down!" 

"No I will not, you can stay there and I will take you to Silverwing," Aemond huffed at her.

They were going down a flight of stairs and Vyserra could feel a warm breeze coming from downstairs. They reached the entrance hall with the doors open and Aemond put her down and grabbed her hand tightly. 

Vyserra saw Silverwing and the she-dragon let out a huge roar. Vyserra looked up at Aemond who said, "fine," and let go of her hand while she ran off down the stairs. Aemond followed behind her, as well the numerous guards who were now trusted to tail her.

Vyserra ran up to Silverwing and cuddled her snout, her dragon lowly growling at her, almost like the purr of a cat. Vyserra kissed her snout and looked back to see where Aemond was and he was stood talking to her father. Vyserra was desperate to get back into the skies and knew Aemond would never allow it, so she decided to take her chance and jumped onto Silverwing quietly before they could see.

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*Aemond's POV*

Daemon was outside, he watched as Vyserra ran to Silverwing and raised his eyebrows at Aemond, "she's feeling OK then?" he grinned.

Aemond grinned back, "she has made a miraculous recovery, I've no idea how she has so much energy."

"It's probably relief," Daemon said happily, "When are we plotting revenge on these bastards?"

"I think she needs more time to rest," Aemond said, already dreading Vyserra's involvement on the revenge, he knew he couldn't stop her, but he wasn't happy about her going into possible danger.

"I don't think so," Daemon laughed and pointed at Vyserra on Silverwing's back.

Aemond looked and saw Vyserra looking at him, and the mischievous look on her face before she spurred Silverwing into the sky. 

"VYSERRA!" Aemond shouted, he could hear Vyserra laughing as Silverwing took flight. 

"You fucking idiots," he shouted at the knights, "Don't let her fly! She's ill!"

The knights looked guiltily at Aemond, no one truly thought she would fly Silverwing today.

Daemon laughed again, "Relax Aemond, she's fine, just look at how happy she is!" he saw Aemond's worried face, "She is a Targaryen women with a mind and will of her own, I pity you brother, she is hard work! Even harder than her mother perhaps!" Daemon laughed again, "Good luck!" he said before wandering back into the castle.

Aemond waited angrily and worriedly on the ground, considering going to get Vhagar when just a few minutes later Vyserra landed Silverwing, a playful look on her face, she kissed Silverwing and went back to Aemond, trying to look guilty but failing.

"What?" she said innocently, with doe-eyes.

The knights waited in anticipation for the Prince's anger at her behaviour.

Aemond couldn't help himself with the look on her face and the anger flooded out of him and he tried to control a laugh. He went to her and took her face in his hands, "Please Vyserra, you are going to give me a heart attack, please, 48 hours of rest."

"OK I promise, I mean it," Vyserra said and kissed him, "Let us have breakfast."