Rhaegar's Pov,
That Night.
Sitting by the small campfire hidden deep within the Kingswood with my upper clothes off, I feel eyes wander over my chest.
"Are you just going to stare all night?" I say with a raised brow as I look at Nyra, whose eyes now shoot up.
"Just wondering where you've been, how you've got them, but you don't wish to speak of it."
"And I've told you I've been east." I say with a shrug as she scoots closer to me.
"When you where drunk you mumbled that you've been to where ever are from. You went to old Valyria, did you not?" She asks, and I let a frown grow on my face as I look at the flames in front of me.
"For some time."
"Tell me about it? They say no living man ever has returned from there and that the smoking sea kills everyone who tries to gain access to the remains." Nyra says as she leans her head against my shoulder.
"I'll tell you a little."
Flashback,
Sitting on top of the sadle as Diaval flies high up in the sky, I feel my eyes grow heavy. We've been flying for days, but anywhere is better than being in King's Landing right now.
I don't think I can ever forgive him for what he has done. Women die when they give birth, but letting them cut her belly open and letting her bleed out Is a whole other story.
As my eyes continue to grow heavier and heavier I eventually drift off while the flaps of Diaval's wings barley fill my ears anymore.
..........
Feeling as if I can't breath my eyes snap open as I start moving my hand to my neck while i try to just even get one bit of air in my body but nothing is working. Frantically looking around me all I see is smoke for probably miles.
Slapping Diaval's body with my fist he doesn't even make a sound as he starts flying down.
As my vision begins to darken as I start gasping for air Diaval starts to free fall while I'm holding on for dear life untill we both crash into the ground and everything goes black.
"So Diaval flew you to old Valyria?" Nyra asks as she looks up at me and I give her a nod.
"Traveling by dragon is way faster, but the smoking sea made it clearly also impossible for him to breath. I just think we where lucky with how the winds where that day otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it." I awnser as Iean back against a tree and she lays her head on my chest.
"And then what hap-" She softly asks before I cut her off as I hear movement in the bushes in front of us.
"Shh."
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The Wild Dragon.
FanfictionRhaegar Targaryen is the only son of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, but many don't wish him to lead even his father has his doubts. Rhaegar is wild and mostly doesn't think about his actions. Therefore, many believe he will...
