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 The breeze blew through my hair and I take in a deep breath of fresh air.
Freedom.
Keeping Jaehaeryn close to my chest I tighten the straps, making absolutely sure he was as safe as possible flying atop a hundred-year-old dragon.
The child screams with half joy and fear shaking his long hair in the wind and I could almost forget the hallowing pit in my stomach that grew with each passing moment.
Surveying the skies, I expect with Vhagar's wingspan they'd catch up to us but we were quickly approaching Dragonstone and Aemond was still nowhere to be found.
This morning I might have been dazed but I'd heard him when he told Ser Erryk that I was the priority when to me, he was just as important.
I couldn't raise these children without him, without my partner.
Descending upon the many mountains of Dragonstone, Seasmoke's wings disperse the low-lying fog and he gracefully lands, looking to his left and right for Vhagar just as well as me.
"Welcome to your new home, little one. Welcome to Dragonstone," Putting on a happy face, I feign excitement knowing in my heart of hearts that something had to have gone wrong.
"Home," He breathes in awe staring down the hill at the many dragons that either lay sleeping or eating, almost in protection though my family inside had no idea of the looming threat of Kings Landing.
"Uncle Aemond come home?"
Biting my lip I blink away the uncertainty but nod anyway more for myself than for him.
"Of course. But today we're going to meet some new people, hm? You're going to be meeting my family now."
I imagined they'd seen us arrive but they would be shocked I'd returned alone, with a child in my arms and another growing in my belly.
Rumors had spread of my pregnancy at the capital but it was still unclear if they'd reached Dragonstone yet.
Taking a deep breath I unstrap Jaehaeryn, helping us both down into the plush grass such a stark difference from the rough gravel and sand of the Dragonpits.
Seasmoke stretches his wings, taking back off to fly in the open air, just as relieved as I am to be home where we belonged.
Hand in hand Jaehaeryn and I walk the long stretch of the bridge as Seasmoke's cries filled the sky. Our dragons might've not mated as we had, but they were certainly bonded and Vhagar was missed almost as deeply as Aemond.
I could only hope wherever he was, he was safe. If he was caught I could only imagine how angry he'd be that Aemond had helped me escape. Ser Erryk would surely be put to the sword, he had no mother queen to protect him.
