Dance of The Dragonwolf

Queen Alysanne

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Aenar Targaryen

"Aunt Lyanna, is it true that there are giants in the North, and they kidnap and eat children during the night?" Rhaenyra asked from her seat inside the Housewheel.

The sight was a magnificent one as the entire Royal Family, comprising of the King, Queen, their child, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, embarked on a journey to the North, riding towards Winterfell. To accommodate the large number of people, they had taken three housewheels, each adorned with the royal crest and colors, gracefully moving along the road, creating a spectacle for anyone who witnessed it.

The Royal Family was not traveling alone, as over a hundred soldiers accompanied them, including the legendary seven Kingsguards renowned for their unparalleled skills with a sword, who were sworn to protect the King and his family at all costs. The soldiers formed a formidable wall around the procession, their armor and weapons gleaming under the bright sun as they marched forward with a sense of duty and honor that only a royal guard could possess. As the journey continued, the Royal Family and their party passed through many towns and villages, where people gathered to catch a glimpse of their beloved monarchs. The sound of cheers and applause filled the air, and the King, Queen, and their children waved at the crowds, acknowledging their adoration and loyalty.

As House Targaryen made their way through the rocky terrain, their procession was a sight to behold. The Housewheels, adorned with intricate designs of dragons and fire, rolled steadily along the path while the sound of hooves echoed in the air as the riders on horseback guided them forward.

But what truly caught the eye were the five majestic dragons soaring through the skies, their wings spanning wide as they followed their loyal companions. Caraxes, with his shimmering red scales, flew with grace and power, while Vermithor, the third largest of the dragons, let out a deafening roar as he soared through the clouds. Silverwing, with her gleaming silver scales, glinted in the sunlight, and Vhagar, with his fierce red eyes, looked down at the world below with an intimidating gaze.

And finally, there was Cannibal, the wild dragon known for his ferocity, flying with untamed energy that made him unpredictable. It was a breathtaking sight, a display of power and loyalty that could not be matched by any other House in the Seven Kingdoms.            

When the black Dragon had started following them, Aenar had noticed the tension around his family, especially the King. Still, it didn't take long to realize that Cannibal wouldn't harm anyone, not even the Dragons around him.

Whenever that was because he knew he wouldn't be able to win any of the fights without getting seriously wounded himself or because Aenar didn't want him, no one knew, but they were happy that Cannibal wasn't attacking anyone.

Despite the wheelhouses, Daemon and Baelon decided to ride horses instead of just going inside, Aenar had wanted to join his father and perhaps try to ride a pony, but his mother said he was still too young. She also reminded him that his cousin Rhaenyra would be alone in the wheelhouse if he decided to ride a pony, which made Aenar think twice about his decision. Despite this, he still longed to ride alongside his father and uncle, feeling the thrill of the ride and the excitement of entering the castle on horseback.