Tales Of The Heart [Aemond Targaryen]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

125 AC~

THREE YEARS LATER

Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she maintained her posture. The constant drizzle from the sky made the earth under their bare feet soft and almost slimy while the mixture of mud and water stained their garments.

She liked the feeling of stepping in the mud, she enjoyed the coldness of the ground that pressed under her bare feet however, it also made it difficult to stand without faltering as she tried to stop the steel launched in her direction.

The immediate clash of swords was the only sound in this murky weather of Dragonstone. She quickly retracted the steel as the lightweight object couldn't bear the heaviness of the dark sister. She was quick to dodge another attack by ducking a little.

A chortle was caught in the mist, "Are you going to only duck around?"

"Why? You want me to put myself under your blade?" he wasn't lying, I have managed to duck and twirl away from most of the attacks. We both are allowed to use our strengths, his was the sword fight and mine is the fast pace.

She stopped another blow with a clash but Daemon was quick to twist his wrist to knock out the blade from her hand. As the sword fell from her on the ground, she glanced at it but he already pointed his blade on her neck.

The steel was shining with the water droplets, looking even more alluring. "Can I have the Dark Sister after you die?" her father's sword has always attracted her.

He retracted and sheathed the blade. "A sword is an honor for the bearer." He turned towards the shore. "Swords can be bought, gifted or taken whereas...honor is earned, understood?" I nodded my head.

"I'll take the sword when you die," I looked at him while answering, "Honor can take a dive into the Narrow Sea." I innocently blinked my eyes at him, to which he must have mentally facepalmed.

"Change your clothes, we wouldn't want you to catch a fever." He moved towards the castle.

"I think I'll sit here-" he cut my words.

"No! You're drenched. Come on, the weather may get even worse." He dictated narrowing his gaze to see me through the mist.

I agree the weather was a bit dark and gloomy for me, and I could barely see the shore through the mist. So I stood and followed him towards the hill which had a thick layer of mist veiling it.

For the past month, Dragonstone has been very sticky and dirty. The clouds are always drizzling, even the dragons try to stay away from the water. They are mostly flying above the clouds. I asked Father about the reason behind it. He told me that the air is thinner there, which makes flying easy.

I read about the history of dragons and their riders. They used to take their dragons above the clouds during a rainstorm because there are a lot of things that they cannot see in the storms, so being above the clouds works as their safe place and they can avoid the storms.

The only thing that I have regretted after accepting that I am no dragon rider would be the rush of thrill that fills the person when they are up above in the skies.

Apart from their disheveled appearances, Jace and Luke always seem elevated for their next ride on Dragon Back. Not that I feel envy of any sort because I know that I am not a dragon...I am not a Targaryen. But I am just as proud of being a Velaryon as my twin sisters of being a Targaryen.

Until now, Dragonstone had been very heartwarming...except for its weather. The castle is a perfect combination of dark beauty. Now I understand why Targaryens built this palace as their seat. This castle's view can easily scare people before entering.