Lunarys Targaryen, First of her Name, The Rogue Princess, Lady of the Tides, Lady of Driftmark, Mother of Dragons, Protector of Old Valyria, The Bane's Majesty. ; That's what the people all around Westeros knew her for, her titles. She was loved by...
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Kings Landing
AEGON AND LUNARYS bathed in silence as they walked next another, strolling through the castle's rich decorated garden. The Tension was awkward and heavy, as both had properly talked last on the battle field on opposite sides. "I've heard Aerys and Urrax have laid new clutches of eggs, what colour were they? I haven't heard yet," Aegon murmured, he despised the heavy tension between the blood bound. The Princess fiddled with her hands, a soft smile gracing her lips at the mentioning of the new clutches of eggs.
"Aerys had a clutch of five, the first was black with green highlights, the second was black and red, the third was cream and golden, the fourth green with bronze accents and the last one was a dark red with bronze accents," as she counted down the eggs, she lowered a finger that she had risen for each number. "Urrax had six, the first was orange with red accents, the second was red with pink, the third a dark blue with white, the fourth silver and black, the fifth white and black and the sixth was brown and purple. Do you wanna go see?"
As Lunarys tilted her gaze towards her older cousin, it had softened from all the others time she looked at him. Aegon returned her gentle expression towards him with his own, "Yeah. I'd love to, actually," Lunarys hummed joyfully as she grasped the Prince by the wrist and dragged him out of the royal gardens and out towards the Dragonpit they hurried. "Luna', slow down," Aegon stifled a chuckle as he tripped over his own feet a time or two due to being dragged along by the Princess.
"Shh, don't start complaining on me, now," Lunarys muttered with a soft smile adorning her features. Soon the two Targaryen Royalties arrived at the Dragonpit, which they descended down and passed the Dragons currently inside. Dreamfyre, Sunfyre, Valerion, Aerys, Urrax, Arrax, Vermax, Vhagar, Tessarion, Moondancer, Syrax. Caraxes stable was empty, Daemon was most likely out for a joy ride or something. He and Caraxes hadn't done such in a long while, they were now catching up on it, it seemed like.
The two Targaryens now entered a section of the Dragonpit where the Dragon Eggs were resting, awaiting to be hatched by newborns of the Dragonblood. Every female Dragon had their own little section, Lunarys herself had wanted it to be like that. Every section had a name plate of steel, from which Dragon the clutch was that laid on burning hot surface. Lunarys released her grip on Aegon's wrist and the two approached firstly the clutch that Aerys had laid a couple of moons ago. As the two had approached the section of Aerys clutch, Aegon's purple optics traced along each and every scaled egg.
His gaze eventually landed upon the red one with bronze highlights, the Prince's vision tilted towards the Princess; his way of asking for consent to touch the egg. The Princess nodded her head, picking up the golden and cream egg herself to encourage the older prince. Aegon carefully picked up the mainly red egg, twirling it carefully in his grasp to check it out entirely. "I've heard Helaena is pregnant again," Lunarys mumbled softly, Aegon's eyes averted from the eye towards his cousin.
