Aemond One Eyed Targaryen and Elaena Velaryon had always had a soft spot for one another from growing up in the halls of Kings Landing, to soaring through the skies of Westeros.
It isn't until Elaena shares a late night flight on dragonback with th...
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𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 My heart thumped in my chest being quite possibly the loudest thing in the castle walls. Aemond and I had spent all day together training, walking through the gardens and than making love all evening until we'd both fallen asleep... or so he thought.
Earlier this morning I packed a bag and some food leaving it in the dragon pit for my departure but the only thing keeping me in bed was my husband who'd be heartbroken when he woke to find I'd left him in the night.
Aemond's arm was wrapped tight around my waist and his soft breathing fanned across the back of my neck his long blonde hair laid splayed out across the many pillows.
Kissing the palm of his hand I wiggle free from his grip, trying my hardest not to wake him.
Taking one last look at the sight that was Aemond naked in our bed, I leave a note on the table praying to the gods I'll be long gone before he read it.
Shutting the door behind me I pull my hood up over my head and disappear into the shadows.
The walk to the dragon pits was a long one plagued by body wrenching guilt that would surely last the entire flight to the Stepstones. I'd wondered if I would return to Kings Landing or Dragonstone... or if I'd even return at all.
I tried to do this correctly, go through the council come up with a plan but in front of everyone my mother showed she didn't believe in me. I'd prove her and Alicent wrong.
The dim light from the moon bounced off of Seasmokes sparkling silver scales when he notices me. Spreading his wings he greets me sensing my unease and we're both anxious to get up in the air.
Pressing my palm against his cool skin I calm him,
At the soothe tones of my voice the dragon responds, turning to connect eyes with me in the moonlight. Climbing up the ropes I adjust myself on the saddle.
"Say goodbye. Something tells me we won't be home soon." I say more for myself than I do my dragon. For a moment I hesitate, hoping Aemond comes through the darkness to stop me or maybe even come with me but he never does so as I planned, I fly off alone into the night.
***
The smoke from the island of Bloodstone was the first thing that told me I'd arrived to the battle of the Stepstones.
Breaking through the clouds the hundreds of burned down ships laid waste surrounding the islands in a warning to all who dared to attack the Triachy forces.
"eglikta, Seasmoke." *Higher
Taking our flight back into the clouds I try to keep our arrival as much of a surprise as possible. Circling back I recognize the Velaryon fleet on the shores of Dwarfstone, a small island adjacent to the Stepstones.
