green queen, black ace | daemon, rhaenyra and vaegon

vi. drifting, flying

I couldn't find a Valyrian word for mount, so I used malla lmao
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IT DID NOT TAKE LONG for Laena to steal Ceryse away. The manner of said stealing was very typical of Driftmark's oldest child.

She appeared as if out of nowhere, stepping out from behind a tapestry in Ceryse's bedchambers, which depicted the marriage of Lord Montereys Velaryon to Lady Aemyra Targaryen, the maternal grandparents of Visenya, Aegon the Conqueror and Rhaenys if Ceryse recalled correctly.

The new queen startled, rolling almost off the bed at the curly-haired girl's appearance.

Laena rolled her eyes at the dramatics, and ordered her friend to wrap up warmly.

"Where are we going?" Ceryse asked as she hurriedly put on a heavy woollen dress.

Laena grinned at her. "Riding," she said simply. "If we wait too much longer, you'll be too fat to do it."

"Rude," Ceryse huffed, pulling on some mittens and some boots at Laena's directions, before following her back through the tapestry.

Her friend turned back to her with a frown. "On a more serious note, I hope you know that my mum raged when she heard about your pregnancy. Her and father rowed about the fact she was glad the King had not wed me if he was so desperate to bed little girls. She had half a mind to get on Meleys and tell the King off herself! She called both him and the Lord Hand cun-,"

Ceryse laughed to interrupt her, a scandalised blush on her cheeks when she realised the extent of Laena's language. Her Septa would have half a mind to have whipped if she said such a word! "I thank your mother's concern, but it is my duty."

Laena's lips thinned with distaste at such a word, but she quickly decided to smile instead.

"Well," the Lady said with a teasing grin. "I'm sure your duty has made you deserving of a rather fantastic treat - one that no other but a Targaryen and the once Crown Princess of Valyria has had the privilege of."

Indeed, just a few moments later, after many twists and turns and echoing footsteps, the two girls stepped into the dragonpit.

With wide eyes, Ceryse turned to Laena. "Is this what I think it is?"

Laena laughed. "My dear Queen, how would you like to be the first non-Valyrian to ride a dragon. And even better, Vhagar."

Ceryse's breath caught in her throat.

She had received a reluctant offer for her to ride another dragon once. Syrax, by the Princess Rhaenyra, though such an invite had only been due to Queen Aemma's influence. Back then, Ceryse had felt she had to refuse after her father had forbidden her.

But things were different now, were they not?

She had a descendant of the dragon growing in her stomach; a child that would grow to ride the creatures and speak the language of Aegarax.

Surely she could give a good enough reason to her father now. Surely he would understand that it only cemented her position as the mother of a dragon.

That, and she desired to ride Vhagar with a ferocity that took Ceryse herself by surprise.

"I would love that," the young queen breathed. And so, Laena reached out one soft hand to grab Ceryse's own, and pulled her deeper into the caves that surrounded Driftmark.

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STANDING BEFORE THE GREAT VHAGAR was a terrifying and endlessly exciting experience.