The Love of Dragons (HOTD)

Love or Duty?

"Issa jorrāelagon Meraxes. Ivestragī īlva henujagon bisa nykeōrves dārion." (My dear Meraxes. Let us leave this cold kingdom.) I spoke climbing on the back of my dragon and sitting on her saddle. The mighty dragon roared before lifting high into the sky. She struggled even more due to the cold wind. She cried out, forcing herself to prevail on. The Silver dragon flew as fast as she could as we flew back to the south. I could feel the elderly dragon requiring a break. Just as I was about to head for Dragonstone an idea came to mind. I directed the dragon towards the Claw Isle. Meraxes landed on the small island Aegon informed me of. The island was home to a beautiful coast that miraculously turned from a beach into a meadow. My dragon laid upon a grassy hill, catching her breath, as I made my way towards a ginormous beautiful tree that stood in the middle of the meadow with no other surrounding trees. It was a beautiful white barked tree with red leaves. It appeared to be extremely old. At first glance I could have sworn the grooves of the bark resembled a face. A single boulder sat under the massive trees branches. I sat down and stared at my dragon. After the first few minutes of silence, doubt began to creep in. If what I had heard was true, Aegon was crowned King. I couldn't believe it. All throughout our childhood he had constantly stated that being King sounded boring and uninterested him.

I was preparing to give out to go home, but the sound of a dragon roaring in the distanced gained my attention. My eyes widened seeing a golden dragon circling above the sky. I recognized the creature as Sunfyre. I stood up from the rock, my red and black dress blowing around my feet as the dragon lowered himself to the ground. Aegon climbed off the dragons back and practically ran up to me. We stood under the tree just staring at one another. There was something different about him. His hair seemed messier and he looked as if he had a lack of sleep. There was a large cut under his right eye as if he had been involved in a fight. He wore all green, the Targaryen symbol on the center of his chest. He wore a black cape along his back connected to a silver chain around his shoulders.

"You came?" He asked shocked by my presence.

"Is it true?" I asked ignoring his shock and staring at his face with unease. He didn't say a word, he simply pushed his cape out of his way as he grabbed a familiar dagger from his belt. My eyes widened seeing the valerian steel knife. I brought my hand to my face in shock.

"How could you?" I hissed at the betrayal. My eyes grew watery as I stepped away from him in disbelief. His hand shot out and pulled me back to him.

"Please, Aemma. This does not have to resort to war." Aegon begged staring down at me with an intense gleam in his eyes.

"King Viserys named my mother as his true heir. And you stole her crown." I scoffed at his suggestion.

"No, his dying wish was to see me on the iron throne. My mother knows so." Aegon declared.

"Lies!" I spat trying to pull myself free from him. But the false king refused to let me go.

"Aemma, I love you. Do not let your mother pull you away from me." Aegon hissed with frustration. I sighed looking up to Aegon. I gently placed my free hand on his cheek. He shut his eyes leaning into it. He relaxed and released my hand.

"I love you too, Aegon. But I also love my family." I sighed tired of the constant fighting.

"I cannot side with you as much as you cannot side with me. I'm afraid we're trapped in a conflict that is out of our hands." I added.

"So what does this mean?" He asked with heartbreak in his tone.

"I-I do not know." I frowned. I sat down on the boulder as did he. I gently rested my head on his shoulder and fiddled with his hands.