𝑆𝛦𝛦𝛫 𝛢𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝛦𝑆𝑇𝑅𝛰𝑌 | 𝛨𝛰𝑇𝐷

𝑍𝛦𝑅𝛰

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑍𝐸𝑅𝛰 | 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝑅𝛪𝛮𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆

𝛪𝐹 𝛵𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝑊𝛢𝑆 𝑂𝛮𝐸 𝛵𝐻𝛪𝛮𝐺 𝛵𝐻𝛢𝛵 𝐿𝛢𝐸𝛪𝛢𝛮𝛮𝛢 𝑉𝐸𝐿𝛢𝑅𝑌𝑂𝛮 𝑊𝛪𝑆𝛨𝛦𝐷 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝛭𝑂𝑆𝛵, it was to be a dragon rider. Though a child of ten name days, Laeianna had yet to claim a dragon of her own.

Targaryen tradition called for the placement of a dragon egg in the bed of any newborn child with Targaryen blood running through their veins. However, Laeianna's never hatched, leaving her to wonder why she was any different than the rest of her family. It was incredibly demoralizing to have to watch her surrounding family with their dragons, while she was left with nothing but her bright, white hair to show her Targaryen identity.

Though a dragon-less Targaryen, Laeianna was very knowledgeable about the large beasts. Her knowledge surpassed that of what one would expect of a child so young. It was, actually, quite alarming how attentive she was. Her attentions rarely strayed during her lessons and it was quite clear that the young girl was on her way to being an extremely proficient dragon rider. That, the little girl had her mother and father to thank for that.

Though she had no dragon to speak of, Laeianna had become familiar with riding from very early on. Just two moons had passed after her birth when Rhaenyra had first taken her flying. Of course, she'd spared no expense in making sure that her daughter would be tightly secured to her. And, from then on and until she'd grow big enough for Rhaenyra to even consider letting her go up on her own ━as well as the fact that she needed her own mount ━, Laeianna had only ever ridden with her mother on Syrax. As much as Rhaenyra trusted Laenor with their daughter, she felt that the only way to, truly, ensure her daughter's safety was if she accompanied her. Well, that was until Rhaenyra had fallen pregnant with her other children. During those nine-month periods, the amount of times she'd mounted Syrax had drastically fallen.

Now, nearly nine moons along with her fourth child and wrapped tightly in a cloak, Rhaenyra stood outside of the dragon pit, aiding the dragonkeepers in their instruction of little Laeianna. They would use Syrax for the demonstrations as the Velaryon girl was to watch.

Laeianna adored Rhaenyra. Whatever chance the girl got to be with her mother, she'd quickly take it. The young Princess took after her mother in her mannerisms, having grown up watching her mother since her own birth. Little Laeianna aspired to be just like her mother in any way she could. So, it went without saying that her failure to obtain a dragon was a topic of contention for her.m It weighed heavily on her even at such a young age. With the hatching of her brothers' eggs, she saw the happiness and excitement that came with it. She wanted that, too.

The still-unhatched dragon egg that had sat watch over the baby Laeianna in her crib remained in the same state as it had been when the little Princess had been born. Now, the egg was kept in the girl's room as some semblance of hope that, maybe, Laeianna would, one day, gain a dragon of her own. Either that, or the cruel reminder of her disappointment.

The cool, King's Landing air was not a bother to Laeianna. She always favored a nice breeze through her open window while she slept. It seemed that she'd become accustomed to the colder whether as a result. Even still, Rhaenyra had wrapped her daughter, tightly, in a warm cloak. The last thing the mother would want was for her daughter to fall ill.