Aemond Targaryen lived to become a weak old man, withering in the cells underneath Dragonstone. One mistake caused a lifetime of pain.
Losing Baelon, was the start to the end of the Hightowers. But it wouldn't be the end of them.
Alys Rivers a wit...
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Aemond lifts himself onto Vhagar's forgotten saddle, shifting around realizing the saddle wasn't in good condition, bound to rip during the flight. But he doesn't worry, knowing that the flight won't be long. Finally, with a grimace, he wipes the remaining blood from his lips, hissing at the taste. His red tongue flicked out, trying to chase the taste away.
Ignoring the disowned prince and his dragon, Alys stands at the side, placing each candle in a perfect circle, while holding the pendant tied to her neck. She begins muttering something under her breath as she kneels close to a bowl filled with her brother's blood. She dips her fingers in the warm blood, marking her forehead and lips.
The wind began to pick up, which startled the old dragon, making her stand. The rocks around her pick up and fly away from her body.
Aemond tightens his hold on her saddle, waiting for Aly's order. His hood fell from his head, revealing his long hair. Aemond begins to feel something weird at the tips of his fingers, making him look down and his eyes widen as they begin to blacken and flake.
Suddenly Vhagar begins to run, taking off in the air.
Aemond gasps, watching as they fly from the forest floor, leaving behind Alys.
Aemond groans in pain, using a free hand to clutch his leg.
His cloak flies off his body, making his head whip to the side, watching as it disappears from the horizon. The pain slowly became unbearable, making him scream.
Soon water began to fall, hitting him completely. Aemonds eye widens, heart, racing in panic. Why was it raining?
Vhagar roars, blowing a stream of fire. Words are stuck in his throat, trying to command her to stop. Suddenly he looks up and a giant jaw opens and goes to snap over him but Vhagar manages to fly him away from the dragon's grip.
He gasps, recognizing Vermithors scales.
He looks around, hoping to see Baelon.
"Arrax no!"
Suddenly unforgiving fire hits Vhagar's chest, making her roar in pain, but she flies harder, almost as if she was running from something.
Suddenly a clear sky surrounds him. The full moon shone beautifully in the star-specked sky. His eyes shine with mirth and he yells out in joy, feeling every sweep Vhagar makes in his stomach like butterflies.
It was freeing.
He was free.
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Soft footsteps make their way on the pebbled ground of Driftmark, his eyes adjust to the light as he makes his way into a hidden path, he sweeps his hair from his wet face, his heart still racing.
His bones tremble at the roar of his dragon.
His dragon, he rejoiced joyfully, skipping a few steps.
