Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

A flower like a bell

Chapter Nintey-Eight~ A flower
like a bell

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Vermithor and Rhaella had a bond so strong they seemed to think whatever the other did. Of course dragons can only experience some emotions, but it never stopped the beast from being furious when she was angry or upset, or how he was relaxed when she was happy or content.

They always bowed to one another when they met during the day to take flight, and afterwards.
Vermithor had protected Rhaella on countless occasions and she had thanked her heart every day for giving her to him.

And as the morning sun blinded her sight, vermithor continued to fly, his foot skimming through the lining of the waters below him.

It felt like freedom, it was freedom. There was nobody in the world right now that could stop her flying away, nobody experienced and bonded with an adult dragon as she was.

She looked toward the sea, if she just kept flying. Away and away.

The smell of a new life filled her mind and she had to fight with the selfishness of her own heart, to stop her from flying on and never looking back.

She could go to them.

Her children, go to them and live out a happy life with them.

But that would make all of this be for nothing. They had parts to play in a greater picture, and going to them would challenge that.

Her hands rested on Vermithor's bronze scales, and she felt their shared power like electricity bolting through a storm cloud.

She would never know this feeling with anything else. It was a once in a lifetime gift, a power she should never have been given, but she was thankful she had.

Nobody would ever understand it, not even the riders themselves. The bond between beast and bonded was unexplainable, no king, sorcerer, or prophet would ever be able to match it.
You could be given the power of the gods, but it would not matter if you didn't have a dragon.

She loved Vermithor in a way she had never loved anything before. It wasn't like the love she had for her children or her husband.

It wasn't even love.

It was like breathing, like dreaming, like a heartbeat.

Vermithor was a part of her, he was her.

"I hear silverwing is residing on an island near Dragonstone." Rhaella whispered when they had landed. Her head resting against his snout. "You have coiled with her longer than any living being has been alive." She laughed, stroking his scales. "You should go to her." Vermithor let out a grumble, and she knew he was confused by her words. "I'll see you again, go live out your years free." She said to him. "All I ask is that you send me to him, like you sent them both."

"Princess your brother the king is waiting for you." Came a voice from behind her.

Rhaella felt a tear string down her cheek, and she pressed the object in her hand harder. "I'm coming." She said. "Go now old boy." She sniffled. "I'll be waiting."

Vermithor's eyes seemed sad, the gold in his iris seeming gloomy as he looked at her. He pressed his face gently into her hand again. before bowing his head.
Rhaella in turn, bowed to her bonded. And kissed the side of his face before she took a step back.

Vermithor spread his wings, the sun shining through the span of his skin, making him glow like s magnificent message from the heavens.
He clapped a few times before he lifted off into the air.