The Dragon in the North - Aemond Targaryen

3.

Winterfell

Vyara's POV

I have been anxiously awaiting a reply from the prince. I have been raking through my mind with how to stall the march from Winterfell southwards, but my brother seems to be making a good job of that on his own. The troops are so unorganised, and unsurprisingly the Northern lords aren't trying to help them progress. I certainly am not helping, biding my time to escape.

I have been staying as far away as possible from Eddard and he is too busy to call on me. I'm sure he'd very much like my help right now but is too embarrassed to call on his big sister to help in a man's war.

My mind is constantly on the breakout. I've not told my brother Rickon or Arya yet, as I know they will follow my direction as soon as the time comes. They aren't as good at hiding secrets as I am.

I've managed to get news to my deceased husbands mother, Lady Manderly. I have told her to take my son Eddard and go into hiding. I've had a reply that they are already on route across the narrow sea to a trusted friends, but she didn't tell me where. This has eased some anxiety for me, knowing my brother cannot punish my son for my behaviour.

My main concern is Kirin, Eddard's dragon. I need to get her away with Azar and Attor. I know getting her to take to the skies won't be difficult, she follows Azar around like a lost puppy, and Eddard hasn't ridden in months. The difficulty will be when we land somewhere foreign, how am I going to ensure that she doesn't go back to Eddard? If he is surrounded at all sides and knows he is going to lose, I know that he will cause as much destruction as he can before he is caught, and I cannot let him have a dragon at his disposal.

I also have love for the little grey dragon. I care for Kirin and Attor as if they were my own. I helped train them, I taught my brothers how to fly. We had no dragon trainers in the North, I'm not sure my Uncle Viserys thought the eggs would hatch. I was left to teach myself, as my mother although a Targaryen wasn't a dragon rider. I read many books and tried my best. I was left with two small females who were obedient, and my wayward dragon who only listens to me.

It's midday, the servers are coming in with my afternoon meal, which is such a waste at this point as I eat very little, only a square of cheese if I think I may faint. Brienne looks at me wide-eyed and I know she has something to say.

"Stay with me Brienne, I want my hair pleated," the other servers leave the room. She slips me a note and I gesture for her to eat my lunch.

Cousin,

I can guarantee that the men that are by your brother's side will be tried fairly. If you fulfil your promises, my father the King and I will accept advice from both you and your brother Rickon regarding the guilty parties. We are not looking for unnecessary bloodshed.

What do you need from me to secure your safe escape?

You surely cannot mean to escape with your brother Eddard's dragon also? I would not condone this with your safety in mind.

We are weeks away from combat and I believe your brother is yet to leave Winterfell, but do make haste with replies.

Regards,

Aemond

I breathe. I couldn't have asked for a better reply from the prince. We are not looking for unnecessary bloodshed.

What do you need from me to secure your safe escape? I think on this, I need somewhere to hide the three dragons, especially Kirin, who will need to be tucked away safely until my brother is dealt with. As much as the dragon respects me, Eddard is her rider and who she is faithful to.