The Dragon in the North - Aemond Targaryen

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Hi all, this first chapter is long because I wanted you to get a little of Aemond to keep you guys going ^^ Please leave any advice for me as I am really trying to put a lot of effort into the fanfic. Thanks a lot for reading <3

TW: self-harm, death

7 years previously

I slowed Azar to a halt, us both hovering over my beloved Winterfell. I take a deep breath of fresh spring air and let it flow throughout my bones. The winter had been long, and I have missed being in the air with my dragon. While the season has turned, it is still undoubtedly cold in the North. I shiver beneath my layers of fur.

Azar has grown exponentially during the winter, he was a large dragon previously, easily twice the size of both of my brothers' dragons, but now he has surmounted even that. Why he grew larger than the other two, Kirin and Attor, was anyone's guess. I always thought that his wayward personality needed a larger frame than the two more obedient dragons.

I looked down at his beautiful scales and admired him, running my hands over his withers. It has been a long two years since I had I been able to ride, lastly just as the winter was closing in. He's as white as the snows that surround us, to anyone below I might look as if I'm floating as the clouds form above.

Azar lets out a roar that stirs me back into my body as I see my brothers flying to meet us. Azar whips his tail and steam flows swiftly out of his nose. He is ever bossy with the other two dragons and likes to remind everyone who is in charge.

My youngest brother approaches first, my little Rickon. Six years my younger he is only thirteen, with the jet black hair of the Stark's. He looks positively adorable on his Attor, an emerald green she-dragon. The elder of the two and one year my younger, Eddard, approaches next on his dragon Kirin. Another she-dragon, she is slightly smaller than Attor and a pale grey, almost as invisible as Azar in the snow.

My brother Eddard, newly anointed Lord of Winterfell looks menacing. His once handsome face is partially scarred from an accident where he was overconfident with my dragon, approaching him without me. Azar is not for the fainthearted and allows no one see to him aside from me, it has always been this way. Eddard was cocky, as he still is, after seeing me deal with both Kirin and Attor on several occasions and decided he would approach Azar. He was lucky to return to the castle with his life.

My brother Rickon gestures for me to follow him, and I do so, spurring on Azar after the other two dragons. We are going to enjoy a ride around the Wolfswood today, like we always do when winter has passed.

This winter had been particularly hard for us. My mother, Princess Daenerys, had passed the summer prior, giving birth to a stillborn daughter. She was the sister of King Viserys, who gifted my brothers and I dragon eggs when we were born. She had been warned by the Maester to terminate the pregnancy as she was passed childbearing years, but she would not hear of it. I was left as a fifteen-year-old with no mother and two younger brothers, but we did our best and had other family around us. During the winter, my father, Eddard Stark had also passed from the shivering sickness which plagued our walls. I was seventeen and orphaned. Luckily, my father had much foresight and taught myself and my brothers how to rule the House. My brother Eddard took the title of Lord of Winterfell at only sixteen years old. He has managed well so far, with me at his side.

I have survived, my brothers are what has kept me sane. In my darkest days they had been there through our shared grief. Now we were back our dragons together, everything felt as perfect as it could be. Pure joy radiated through me as we soared the skies together again, and I felt for the first time since that terrible summer my mother died, that we could be happy again, as long as we had each other.