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CHAPTER SIX.
THE HEIR
( 1.01 )
112 AC
VISENYA TARGARYEN smiled. The wind was in her hair and the clouds at her feet. The cool breeze swept at the braid and was forcing it to come undone. She would have to get Rhaenyra to do it once more.
However, at the moment, she did not care for the mess of her hair. She leaned forward on her mount and the dragon they called the Cannibal shot toward the ground. She shifted in her saddle to make him level out as she patted him, "Well done, Meranax."
The dragon she had unintentionally claimed on Dragonstone purred genty beneath her touch. It was a vast difference from the name he'd been given. The Cannibal. It was not exactly wrong either. He'd eaten many dragons in his time. Before getting a rider, Meranax was a wild dragon and now he seemed little more than a playful kitten in the presence of his bondmate. Without her, he was back to his ways.
Visenya glanced beside her to see Syrax burst through the clouds beside her. The dragon was still slightly small and was definitely not to the size of her own mount. Meranax was larger than Caraxes and Meleys, and if he continued to grow, he'd soon reach the size of Vhagar, one of the largest dragons in the world and previously the first Visenya's mount.
Visenya laughed as Rhaenyra shouted over the wind, "Wait for me!"
"You sound like a child Rhae!" Visenya hollered. She urged Meranax on and he shot through the air, Syrax following eagerly, her snarls happy. They dove down and broke through the clouds toward the Red Keep.
Seagulls squaked in their wake as they flew past and Visenya looked down to see her dragon leaving a shadow over Flea Bottom. They flew toward the dragon pit and landed. The dragon keepers walked toward them, large sticks present in their hands.
Meranax immediately snarled and Visneya spoke, "Lykiri, Meranax."
As Syrax growled, one of the dragon keepers spoke firmly, "Dohaeras Syrax!" He was clearly training a younger student and looked at him expectantly.
"Umbas," the younger one said, "Rybas!"
Visenya smiled as Rhaenyra as the two dismounted their dragons. Meranax growled as one of the dragon keepers neared him. Visenya turned, "What have we talked about? You be calm with the keepers. They feed you remember?"
The dragon purred gently under her touch. For a dragon that was most probably older than Vhagar and called The Cannibal, he was quite docile in the presence of his rider.
As she parted with him, he allowed the keepers to lead him off. Rhaenyra removed her glove with her teeth as the two walked toward her sworn guard, Ser Harrold Westerling, "Welcome back, Princesses. I trust your ride was pleasant."
