Bathed In Fire

Nine: Kings Landing Pt. 1

3rd Pov

The wind blew with a slight chill, the young boy's fingers feeling like stones as he held the reigns of his mount tightly, white curls blowing wildly around his face. Sapphire eyes gazed down at the view beneath them, black waters peeking through the clouds. He was nearing his destination. The beast on which the boy rode gave a low snort from its right head; it was pleased to return to the realm of the crownlands.

Golden scales gleamed like Lannister gold as the king of dragons soared through the clouds of King's Landing, bells ringing as a shadow not seen since the likes of the dread covered the land below. A small smile bloomed on the boy's face as the Red Keep came into his sight. The two sons of Old Valyria, both dragon and prince, flew in a circle around the castle before old drake made its way towards the dragon pit.

As the king of dragons, King Valyrius landed both he and the Prince Dracarys were met with a troop of guards, the banner of a white seahorse on a field of light blue billowing in the air at their sides. Velaryon men. They stood tall and proud, their armor gleaning a beautiful shiny silver. As the Prince dismounted from the back of Valyrius, the men took a deep bow; Dracarys giving them a small head bow in return. Dracarys walked past the guards, more so focused on their leader. Standing tallest was Dracarys' trusted sworn sword, Ser Alderus.

"My prince," The Dornish bastard gave a quick bow as the boy gave a nod in return. "Your horse has already been saddled for you. And Lord Corlys shall be arriving shortly." Dracarys nodded as he hopped on his horse, a beautiful milk-white mare with a mane of silver.

"Thank you, Ser Alderus. As always your assistance is appreciated." The young prince then gained a smirk on his face. "Wanna race to the Keep?" Dracarys didn't wait for an answer as he kicked his horse into a full gallop, Ser Alderus not far behind him on his bronze stallion. As the two men rode their horses through the realm, Dracarys waved and smiled at the citizens of King's Landing; happy to see his homeland once again.

The prince gave a toothy smile as he hopped down from his noble steed, Ser Alderus slowing his horse as his gaze rested on the young prince.

"You cheated." The knight stated plainly as he hopped off his horse. Dracary's smile quickly turned into a smirk.

" Says he who lost," The prince began to pet his white equestrian. "Perhaps if you were a better rider you'd win." Alderus merely rolled his eyes in response. As the two finished their conversation, their attention was turned to the man walking before them. Otto Hightower, the hand of the king and father of the queen.

"My lord Hand." The Valyrian prince spoke in acknowledgment. Otto gave a slight bow.

"Your majesty," The older man glanced at the prince's sworn sword before once again setting his gaze on the king's grandson. "The king awaits your presence from within the Keep. He sits the Iron Throne with great eagerness to have you." Dracarys did not respond to the adviser, instead walking into the halls of the Red Keep; mind focused solely on his grandsire.

The crimson leather of the prince's overcoat flapped behind him as he traversed through the dark corridors of the palace, his pace getting slightly faster as he made his way toward the throne room. Having made it to those large doors, Dracarys threw them open with a large smile.

"Grandfather!" The old king looked up from his aging hand toward his eldest grandchild. A toothy smile, almost as large as the prince's, bloomed on the old man's face. With surprising strength, Viserys rose from where he sat, marching down the stairs of his throne to his precious grandchild.

"Dracarys, my dear boy, my how you've grown!" The King spoke with joy and wonder. Dracarys had indeed grown, now standing at 5'5 with curly shoulder-length hair and a lean build. The prince allowed his own eyes to rest on his grandsire.