Blood of Dragons ||HotD||

ONE|VISENYA

Flying high through the clouds above King's Landing was a pair of siblings a pair of dragonriders.

One dragon was a huge monster of a beast, with scales of the deepest black and veins red was already nearly as large as Vermithor, despite being born many years later.

His name is Mirax, a monster that anyone who had any semblance of intelligence would fear and rightly so... for not only did his size and his shadow run long, but his rider was a warrior in her own right.

The first Visenya Targaryen had soared through the skies on Vhagar, a huge silver and white beast of a dragon who was now the eldest of the dragons in Westeros, as Balerion the Black Dread had passed long ago.

Visenya Targaryen was a warrior on Mirax, a swordswoman who would be inclined to enter the lists at the Tourney for the heir, if not for the fact that her father King Viserys I, and her mother Queen Aemma would without a doubt, forbid it from occurring.

Flying along by her side was her twin sister Rhaenyra who expertly rode the golden yellow dragon Syrax through the skies, in the shadow of her twin's much bigger dragon. "I suppose that we must return now." Visenya called out to be heard over the wind, but her sister didn't appear to hear her.

Mirax dove straight down like an arrow pointed at the ground with an earthshaking roar and at the sound of gruff enjoyment from her dragon's jaws, Visenya grinned at the feeling of the wind in her hair once more.

Mirax was not at all known to be a very vocal dragon, but with his rider on his back the exception was often made.

Mirax pulled up before the pair crashed and the movement of his wings, sent trees and things crashing away.

Mirax soared back up into the skies and Visenya let out a dragon-like call, as Mirax answered with another roar of his own.

Syrax's answering roar of communication, echoed in the not-so far distant sky and Mirax turned in that direction at the slightest nudge from Visenya's heel.

Visenya only used a saddle when riding Mirax, at the insistence of both her mother and her father. Otherwise, when she could sneak out to leave the Red Keep for a ride she always left the bloody saddle behind.

Visenya and Mirax, they dropped below the clouds to see the town that had once been nothing, that grew over the century into the walled city of King's Landing and to Visenya, the view of it all from dragon-back, never got old.

Visenya directed Mirax back toward the Dragonpit and she landed on the ground, only few feet from the significantly smaller and golden shape of Syrax.

"Welcome back, Princess Visenya, I trust that you enjoyed your ride on the beast?" Ser Harrold Westerling was not known for his tactful spoken nature and with that, that was what Visenya had always liked about him.

Visenya dismounted from Mirax's back and the dragon, he made a sort of soft chirping sound at her in a surprisingly soft tone for such a huge animal.

Visenya knew instantly what he wanted and slowly, she carefully pressed her palms together and she waited.

A moment later, almost as slowly as she had put her hands together, Mirax was lying on the ground.

Visenya was carefully removing the saddle and it was only when she had finished that she noticed the complete and utter silence all around her.