Dance of The Dragonwolf

Leaving The North

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Aenar Targaryen

"Stand behind, your grace," Ser Ryam commanded with unwavering confidence, positioning himself in front of Aenar with his sword held tightly in both hands. His armor, adorned in a striking yellow hue, shimmered brightly against the fiery sun, starkly contrasting the dark fur of the nine direwolves that had formed a cautious circle around them. Despite their menacing presence, the wolves remained eerily still, their piercing eyes locked onto the pair as if waiting for a signal to attack. Ser Ryam's heart pounded with anticipation, but he remained steadfast, keeping a watchful eye on each wolf, ready to defend his prince at a moment's notice.

As the young Prince Aenar strode forward with a determined gait, his heart pounded with excitement and anticipation. The soft patter of his footsteps echoed off the land as he passed his esteemed Kingsguard.

Aenar's purple eyes, deep and piercing, scanned the area until they landed on the largest direwolf of the pack, whose white fur glistened in the sun like freshly fallen snow. The beast was easily as large as a horse, its muscles rippling under its fur as it watched the man approaching it. Aenar's heart raced as his eyes met the wolf's red orbs, and a flood of memories from years past washed over him. Despite the many years that had passed, he recognized the wolf's eyes right away and knew that fate had brought him here for a reason.

Aenar felt his eyes burning with tears, his heart beating faster with happiness, a broad smile forming as he came face to face with his best friend.

Aenar's heart leaped into his mouth, and he rasped out, "G-Ghost!". But before he could think, his legs started moving on their own toward the wolf. Ghost started running towards him at full speed, its eyes still locked on Aenar's. The kingsguards, who were following Aenar, called out his name in horror, expecting the wolf to pounce on him and bite his face off. Even Laena and Rhaenyra, who were watching from a distance, cried out Aenar's name in fear. It was as if they all knew something terrible was about to happen, and they were powerless to stop it.

But instead of attacking, the direwolf stopped right in front of Aenar and started licking his face with its rough, wet tongue. Aenar's laughter echoed through the trees as the direwolf's tail wagged around in excitement, almost blurring with its movements. Ghost kept making circles around Aenar, letting out sounds of happiness as he continued to shower Aenar with affection. At that moment, Aenar felt a sense of joy and wonder that he had never experienced before.

As time passed, their grips began to ease, and their postures relaxed as they saw no signs of danger. The kingsguards shared a confused glance, unsure of what to make of this bizarre situation. They had never seen a direwolf behave in such a friendly manner before. As the wolf approached, Ser Ryam tensed, expecting it to attack the prince at any moment. But much to his surprise, the direwolf simply bounded up to the young prince, its tail wagging happily, and began to lick his face as if they were the oldest of friends.