𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍, 𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧;
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐃
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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄. They breathe fire so hot, it melts stone, they can grow to be larger than cities whole. But, the best of their qualities is that they fly. Dragons fly, and they will continue to do so for centuries more, Maesters said. And the Doom of Valyria confirmed it, well, the House Targaryen confirmed the fact that dragons are the most elite of all creatures of magic. Fire made flesh, the King Jaehaerys would say to Aenora and Alyssa when they talked.

If dragons were able to shift into humans, then Aenora would be the Black Dread himself. Anger her, and you have a scary future that cannot be trusted. Aenora had a heart of a dragon, and hair of moon, she was a siren by sunrise, and then, a wolf by noon. Chaos is her lover, and the World is her tune.

As she stood on the balcony of her bedchambers, Princess Aenora smiled at the sight of Vhagar and Meleys in the sky. Both, Baelon and Alyssa's dragons were trully beautiful.

Meleys had scarlet scales and pink membranes on her wings, for which she received her alias, the Red Queen. Her crest, horns, and claws were bright as copper. Meleys was considered to be one of the swiftest living dragons in Westeros, easily outpacing Caraxes and Vhagar.

The color of Vhagar's scales, horns, wings, wing bones, and spinal crest, as well as the color of her flame was bronze with blue highlights. And she had bright green eyes. Vhagar was large enough that one could ride a horse down her gullet. It is said that Her breath was so hot that it could melt a knight's armor and cook him inside. She was the hardened survivor of a hundred battles, had grown almost as large as Balerion, and was the second oldest and largest of the dragons in Westeros.

As the moons passed, the name day of the two eldest Targaryen Princesses came to a close, and Aenora was already making aragements about what wine will be served at the feast.

It was to be the grandest of celebrations that Westeros has ever seen, The Queen told the King one day they spend together. Queen Alysanne loved to be in the embrace of her husband - as did he - but she could not find the time to talk to him, as they both were so busy with the preparations.

In 62 AC, the godsforsaken year as Aenora calls it, King Jaehaerys formally granted the seven-year-old Aemon the title of Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the throne. At the feast that followed Aemon's appointment, Queen Alysanne sat Aemon beside his younger sister, Aenora. The two spent the entire evening talking and laughing together. It was a rare thing to see Aemon laught, as he had such a difficult mind, he never laughted.

A knock disturbed Aenora from enjoying herself in the fresh air. Such a sight made Aemon groan. Why on this gods earth has he disturbed her? He wanted to push himself of off the highest tower on Dragonstone.

"Some tell me I am a dreamy person." She whispered to the soft wind that gently carried her curles in the air. "I do like that. I like the idea of being somewhere else."

"I know not if I shall laught, or agree with your statement."He smiled as he walked towards her."Although, I understand what you mean."She turned back to look at the two giant creatures dancing.

"You understand?"She laughted as she felt his thights rest on her lower back. "Tell me, my darling Prince, how have you understood this?"

"I dissapeared into the books when I was younger, like I was running away from the Stranger himself."Aemon layed his hands next to hers and placed his silvery-golden head on her silver one."But now, it is enought for me to be sure that you and I exist in the moment."He looked at the small ghostbumps on her delicate arms, and smiled.

There were times when he wished he could be the wind and touch all of her skin at once. Able to put his marks on her. Suddenly, he felt her moving beneath him.

Aenora has turned around and sat herself on the balcony fence made of cold stone. Exept, it was not cold to her, because she sat herself on his left hand, leaving the right one for Aemon to put on her back. She held him close to her, not letting him go - afraid he would let her fall. Only if she knew, Aemon would protect Aenora untill the end of her life.

"Has anyone ever told you how smart and powerful your words are?" Aenora let out a soft laught at his choice of words."They are so powerfull, they make my heart ache."

"You have no idea how long I have waited for you to say that." Aemon looked at her lips like a rapid beast. Oh how fast men become filled with lust. Aenora thought as she let out a tear. "Why are you crying, my love?"

"I am not crying, Aemon." She laughted and blinked a few times to let the tears dry."The air is blowing in my eyes, it stings."

As soon as the words of her disscomfort came to his knowledge, he smiled and put his right arm under her upper back and he gently lifted his left arm - the one that was under her - so that it stood under her knees. He gently lifted her in the air and walked away from the balcony, into the warm colored room, filled with warmth from the fire that the fireplace gave the great bedchambers of Princess Aenora.

"Aemon! You should not be here!"A voice shrieked from the doors. Both, Aemon and Aenora, looked at the now-open doors, to fing Maegelle standing there, a scared looking Daella in her arms.

"Let it go, Mae, it is nothing, I swear." Aenora tried assuring her gentle sister. Maegelle nodded with her lips pressed hard against each other.

"It doesn't look like that, but alright." The child of ten summers told her older siblings."I wanted to ask you something."

"Well, go on, then."Aenora smiled and sat at the end if her bed.

Aemon starred at Daella as she cryed in Maegelle's arms. He narrowed his face and moved towards Maegelle. "May I?"He asked Maegelle with a reassuring smile. She nodded and looked at Daella before giving her go him."I will leave you to it."Aemon told Aenora and Maegelle, and exited the rooms - Daella in his arms as he calmed her down.