The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Twenty Two

Dragonstone, 284 AC

Viserys had found the courage to escape from the castle as soon as the two assassin had left the kitchen to search for them. He had quickly moved towards the cave that Jehar and Sōna had claimed on Dragonstone.

As soon as the young prince and newborn princess had entered the cave, the two dragons had turned towards them. Jehar had happily moved towards the two royal children, nudging prince Viserys' shoulder with his head to be petted. The boy laughed at the dog-like behaviour the dragon and ran his hand on the dragon's snout.

Daenerys opened her eyes and was immediately captivated by the large green blur before her eyes.

The little girl seemed to understand the delicate situation they were in and hadn't cried since they had left her nursery.

“Īlon jorrāelagon naejot arlī naejot King's Landing. Kostilus Sōna maghagon īlva arlī.  Rhāegār iksis morghe se īlon jorrāelagon naejot umbagon lēda Iclyn.”
[We need to go back to King's Landing. Please Sona bring us back. Rhaegar is dead and we need to stay with Iclyn.]

The great white dragon nodded, almost humanly. And laid flat on the stony floor waiting for the prince to saddle her.

Viserys gently laid her sister on a discarded blanket on the floor. “Jehar, kostilus, jurnegon tolī ñuha mandia.” [Jehar, please, look after my sister.] The young green dragon gently put his snout on the princess' stomach, in order to keep her pinned in one place. Daenerys laughed as the hot air from the dragon's nostrils gently tickled her.

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It took them four hours to fly between Dragonstone and King's Landing, double the time it would normally take. Sōna had slowed down her stride, careful of the precious cargo she was carrying. The young she-dragon knew her mother loved little Viserys and would also love the new addition to their family.
Little Daenerys had been strapped securely on her big brother's back with an old harness, which was thankfully still in good conditions, that they had found near the saddles in the dragonmount on Dragonstone.

The baby had been surprisingly calm. She had drunk the small portion of goat milk they had found in the kitchen and hadn't made a peep since. She wasn't sleeping, her eyes still wide open as she stared into the night sky over her brother's shoulder. 

Sōna and Ēbrion's nest, near King's Landing, 284

After a night flying over Blackwater bay, Sōna landed on a small mountain near King's Landing, where the dragons of old used to make their nests before the dragon pit was built within the city.

She landed, quickly followed by her younger nestmate, in the small cave she and Ēbrion had claimed two years prior. Where she knew no one, except for the mother could find them.

The small cave was situated nearly to the top of the small mountain, only accessible by and almost hidden pathway.

“Go to mama.” the white dragon said. “Go and find him. The young hatchlings needs him, especially the youngest. But be careful, little brother, not to be seen. Or they will imprison you, like they did with our mother.”

Jehar had nodded, before he had flown towards the Red Keep. The darkness of the night covered him from prying eyes.