Fire On Fire

14.𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔚𝔞𝔯

Amara dawned her jewelry as she stared in the mirror. She looked at herself, wondering where she belonged. She often wore blues and purples and rarely green but as of late, she had been wearing bright reds and golds. Who was she becoming? When did she lose who she was? She conformed to the Lannisters and never fit in with the Hightowers, mostly because in many ways they were like the Lannisters.

Amara ran her hands over her dress. It was bright red and short sleeved with gold embroidery. She was not a lion, so why did she dress like one?

As Amara was stuck in her thoughts, She had not heard the knock on her door. It wasn't until there was another knock it finally clicked to her. "Come." She walked from her mirror to the table and took a seat. As the door opened and Viserys entered, Amara stood. "Your Grace, to what do I have the pleasure?" Viserys gave a slight chuckle. "You may be seated Amara. I have come to talk about Rhaenyra." Amara took her seat and Viserys sat across from her. "Out of all the proposals you have read, which seems to be the best." Amara folded her hands on the table.

Amara and Viserys have had private meetings in the past but in everyone Viserys told Amara what to do. He never asked her opinion.

"Well…" Viserys laughed as Amara held off her words. "Speak freely, Good Sister." Amara gave him a nervous smile. "None. Every proposal I read had a secret tone. Every man that wants the Princess, only wants her for her Targaryen blood and because she is the future Queen." Viserys nodded. "Who in the realm is the best choice for Rhaenyra? Who would you have her wed?" "Ser Laenor Velaryon." Viserys gave the young woman a curious look, "Why?" Amara gave him a nervous chuckle. "When you chose to wed Alicent and not Lady Laena you created a divide between House Targaryen and House Velaryon. Wedding Rhaenyra and Laenor might mend the divide. Lord Corlys would be appreciative and indebted to House Targaryen."

Viserys knocked on the table and smiled at Amara. "It seems you and Lord Lyonel Strong have the same ideas. Perhaps I should listen." Amara gave him a sadder smile, "Your Grace, you told me to speak freely. Does that still apply?" Viserys nodded. "I believe Rhaenyra should choose who she wishes to marry. It is pain enough for her to believe she will be surplantted by the young prince but to believe she need marry someone she does not at the minimum like,” She looked into her folded hands and back at Viserys who was focused on her. “Well,” she gave a chuckle, “That is another pain.”

Viserys looked down at the floor and back at Amara whose eyes told him everything she said was true. He smiled as he rose, “Thank you.” Amara rose with him bowing her head as he turned to leave. Amara stopped him, “Your Grace, why did you ask me? You have your small council and my father and yet you came to me.” She narrowed her eyes, “Why?” Viserys laughed coming closer to her. He took her hands. “You are the only person my daughter confides in. You have made her feel not so alone, you know her best.” He bent just a bit giving her an eye, “You are her advisor, after all. She trusts you…and so do I.” He kissed her hands before walking towards the exit.

Viserys words made Amara feel better about everything in her mind. Maybe she had belonged somewhere. Maybe there was a perfect color for her. She stared at the table, not noticing that Viserys turned around. “Amara?” “Yes?” Her head snapped to him. “I meant what I said and because I and Rhaenyra trust you, I wish for you to lead her search for a husband.” Amara eyes widend. “And does Rhaenyra know?” He shook his head, “I am off to tell her, as soon as I finish my missive for Daemon and Aegon.” “Had something happened?” He shook his head, “No, your dear sister believes we need show our support for the Stepstones.” Amara smiled giving him a nod as he left her chambers.

Amara took a seat on her bed and thought about everything that had happened in the past few days. She was moving up in the world and now she had the King’s support. He trusted her.

Venisses was a beautiful dragon. She was dark blue, almost black, with purple undertones. She was bigger than Syrax but smaller than Meleys. She had horns like Syrax but many more. She was caring and sweet. Venisses was lucky enough to have never have had to face a war, which meant all her scars were from the war in the Stepstones. Her skin was tough enough that arrows did not hurt her, nor did the fire on the ends, but there were small holes in her wings. The skin on her wings was thin and had been pierced but she was not seriously hurt. Her scars only made her that much scarier. Aegon, unlike his dragon and brother, did not receive any scars. This was mostly because his bond with Venisses was so great she would do anything to protect him.

The day when Daemon received Viserys’s message was already fucked and Daemon felt as though the message insulted him, which made the war seem easy to him. The war would have been over in an instant but the Crabfeeder and his goons would retreat into caves. It would be foolish to go in after them. The only reasonable solution, in Daemon’s eyes, was to play bait. He had explained the plan carefully; he would row out and surrender to the Crabfeeder, drawing the attention. Then on Corlys’ signal, Aegon and Laenor would ride Venesiss and Seasmoke in to burn those that remained.

Aegon, dressed in his black and gold dragon Amour, sat atop Venissis awaiting the signal. Even from their high place in the clouds, Laenor and Aegon could see the battle. They watched as Daemon became surrounded. Corlys gave the signal to the young men and out of the clouds dove Aegon and Venisses. As Laenor and Seasmoke flew to the cliffs to burn the archers, Venisses and Aegon flew to Daemon’s aid.

Just before Venisses reached the men in front of her rider’s brother Aegon yelled, “Dracarys!” Venisses spewed dragon fire over the line of men as Aegon smiled. Venisses and Aegon burned many of the Crabfeeder’s men. They aided from above as Daemon personally killed the Crabfeeder. Aegon flew Venisses up and around laughing as he watched the war beneath them. The triarchy was burning and Aegon love every minute of it. He watched as Daemon walked out of one of the caves dragging half of the Crabfeeder’s body behind him, covered in blood.

Aegon was proud of what they had done that day. In that moment the old Aegon no longer existed. He was gone. As he sat on Venisses' back smiling she let out a roar. And when she did they knew they had won.