Aerion, Aenys's dragon, was a stubborn dragon, much like Jacaerys's Vermax. No matter how hard Aenys would train his dragon, he wouldn't follow the commands. "Dracarys!" Aenys commanded his dragon, but the stubborn dragon wouldn't budge.
His sister, and betrothed, Daella laughed. "Aerion seems to dislike you, Aenys!" She muttered. Daella was like the splitting image of Alyna, but she's got the fiery temper of both her parents. "He does not!" Aerys exclaimed, blushing going through his cheeks.
"Now now, children. You needn't fight with one another, that is not good." Alyna gently told them. Her parenting would be frowned upon by stern Septas but who cares about the Spetas?
"Go train with your own dragon, Daella!" He exclaimed, his fists curled up to a ball. Aerea, Daella's own mount, was patiently waiting for her. "Fine, maybe I will!" She stuck her tongue out and sassily walked all her way to Aerea.
Aerea was a fiery red she-dragon, who was as fiery as her rider. "Feed your dragon meat." The dragonkeeper told Daella, who huffed.
"Dracarys!" Daella shouted, with enough confidence and strength. And with that, Aerea breathed fire. Aerea was growing a lot, maturing enough. She was now a quarter size of Moonfyre, but not as large as her.
Aenys, who was looking at Daella, had suddenly changed his mood. His eyebrows upside down, his cheeks turning red. Aerion could feel his rider's sudden change of mind, and he made a sound out of his throat.
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His Last Fire
FantasíaHe was fire, she was ice. A flame may love a snowflake, but they can never be together without each harming the other. A forbidden love between two Targaryens, with fire and blood. rankings: #1 alyna 30/12/2022 #7 alicent 09/04/2023 #1 aemondfanfic...