ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇʀ- ᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

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[𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮]
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

—AMARA STOOD ONCE AGAIN, WATCHING HER DRAGONS DART THROUGH the sky as their wings flapped, quickening them. She watched as Fyreheart spun around, as Lola teased Eryx and how Rhaegal flew down by the shivering sea. Cannibal was minding his own business as he flew a bit further away from the others, closer to Amara.

Cannibal was probably the dragon Amara was closest to. She admired and loved all her dragons like none other, though Cannibal and Eryx had a special place in her heart. He sensed when she was angry, happy, uncomfortable or just felt anything really.

That's why he was hard to control at times, he would appear to be threatening in front of the people she loathed or disliked. Such as Aemond when he first met Cannibal. And Willem merely days prior.

She continued to watch them in awe, admiring their every move as she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She felt that everyone had a slight hatred for her at the moment.

She wanted to speak to Baela. She wanted to have an adult conversation with her of this entire situation. She just couldn't fathom that she had that big of a hatred for Aemond that it would be put first above their friendship.

She wasn't able to speak with her if she truly wished to do so. She wasn't even on board of the ship. She had decided to go upon the other ships with knights and sailors as she wished to admire the wonders of the wintery land to a closer distance, Amara on the other hand, believed she was there so she could avoid her.

Not because she was afraid of Amara, but because she loathed her. And that hurt Amara, although she felt the same she didn't want their friendship to be entirely broken. She wished to rekindle their relationship according to time.

She wasn't sure what Baela's intentions were, if she meant to cause her harm or merely just to make Rhaenyra and Daemon force her to keep a distance from Aemond.

But either way she had lied and told them that Amara and Aemond had fucked. Fucked. It was insanity for her parents to think such was true. Although if Aemond hadn't left she wouldn't know what had happened, but it was an awful situation such.

She couldn't let herself melt by his gaze or touch, she couldn't long for him as she had. She hadn't realized it before he left her, but she was crazy about this man. She wanted to be able to laugh with him, to have real conversations with him, to know who he was.

But he had made that impossible and she had realized it too late.

"Tell me, why does a Princess as yourself always end up sulking in the corner?" Asked Cregan Stark, from behind her as he made his way next to her.

Amara sighed. "I wish I had a reason. At the moment it feels as if nobody wants to be in my presence." She spoke truly.

"Am I not here?" He questioned. "Standing in your presence tall and proud of such?" He gestured to himself with hand movements, and then resting him arms upon the wood that separated them from the sea.

Amara sighed, a soft smile capturing her expression. "You are the only one doing such, I currently am a loner when it comes to family."

"You're to inherit the Iron-throne. You are not an outsider." Stated Cregan.

Amara took a swift breath through her nose and looked at him, a small smile appeared ever the slightest on her expression. She looked at him. "I know I am not. But my rash thinking this morrow has led me to believe that I am at fault. Although I'm far from it, I do have my regrets."