Ashes In The Castle ||| Aemond Targaryen

thirty-five

Naerys was terrified she wouldn't make it to Harrenhal in time. That Aemond would have already heard, tried to fight, and died.

She could not handle watching someone else die when she could have prevented it. Naerys would not survive it happening again.

The girl was tired, that was true. She'd flown through the night to be able to get to Harrenhal; she didn't know how long Daemon had been waiting. She couldn't risk anything.

Harrenhal came into view far before Naerys was close enough to do anything. The massive castle stood tall in the horizon and Naerys squinted her eyes for any sign of Caraxes or Vhagar. Dragons shouldn't have been able to hide.

They weren't at the castle. That much was clear the closer and closer she got to it. No flashes of red or the high-pitched, nasally whine of Caraxes.

The sun was setting by the time she truly got there, landed on the walls of the castle and searched. Nothing.

Had it all been a lie?

Naerys heard it before she saw it. Distant but loud and terrifying. The sound of dragons fighting, roaring, and colliding. Fire.

Her head shot into the air and she saw it. High above God's Eye, hundreds of feet into the air, Caraxes and Vhagar.

It truly was a sight to behold. As they fought, teeth and claws, it almost looked as if the sky was aflame.

They were going to kill each other.

Naerys had to stop them, use Vermithor to stop them before the dragons died and they fell to the ground. Neither would survive it.

The smallfolk would recount the tale of the battle above the God's Eye for many years. How the two dragons had been fighting brilliantly in the sky, flame could be seen for miles, roars heard for miles too.

That was before a third dragon joined them up there. The Princess Naerys arriving to save her prince. A reverse fairytale.

Vermithor, the Bronze Fury. Only having male riders before Naerys. He'd inflicted fear on the Greens during her conquest of the houses. He was her partner. And he knew what his rider wanted to do.

Naerys had her eyes on the dragons locked together in the sky when she commanded Vermithor to fly again. Her heart was racing as she ducked low. Vermithor was moving as fast as he could as they made for the two fighting dragons.

Please. Don't let me be too late.

Those words were repeated in Naerys' head as she pushed her dragon harder, pushed him to be faster. They climbed up into the sky, the roaring and growling becoming louder.

She could see the scene better the closer she got to them.

Both dragons were extremely injured and bleeding. Naerys saw the silver hair of both men as they tried to kill the other, shouting commands, their dragons spitting fire.

"Speak."

Naerys needed them distracted, to know she was there. Maybe it would stop them. Just maybe. Before both of their dragons were killed.