Blood of the Dragon (daenerys targaryen x fem oc)

It Begins

Maelora stepped out into cold night watching as her brothers and sister were readying their dragons for their flight.

She walked over to them with Ser Owen, carrying the crates with gear and weapons.

Maelor turned to her, rushing over and helping them.

"What's in here, sister?" Maelor asked as he grabbed the crates and placed them over by the cliffsides where their dragons sat comfortably waiting for their riders.

"Things we will absolutely need," Maelora answers.

She walks over to her brother as he starts pulling things out. "Where is the other crate?" Maelor asks as the Princess turns to see Ser Owen staring up at the large dragon looking down at him.

Zarrax's long neck bends down to sniff Ser Owen and he backs away. Maelora sprints over to Owen, and places a gentle hand on Zarrax, putting herself between them.

"How are you all so calm?" Owen asks as Zarrax breathes out a puff of hot air, "These beasts are unpredictable."

"They are not beasts," Maelora corrects as she strokes Zarrax's brownish scales, "They are our living and breathing companions who are just as brilliant as any man. We respect them as much as we respect human beings."

Owen nods as Zarrax stares at him curiously, "Is he your dragon?"

"No, Zarrax is bonded and claimed by Maelor," She turns to her brother who is giving a set of armor to Daemon and Saera, "We are all familiar with each other's dragons. We also familiarize ourselves with their sets of behaviors so that way we don't startle or harm them in any way."

"That's incredible," Owen mutters as he continues to stare up at him.

"Why don't you pet him?" Maelor calls out to him as Owen shakes his head, "He likes it, don't worry!"

"Go on," Maelora encourages as she stands beside him and holds his hand, "Just tell him that you are a friend. Don't be startled by his movements or he will get scared."

"HE will get scared?" He asked as he put out his hand and Maelora held it tightly.

"Yes, it's like I told you. They think and breathe just like us," Maelora says as Owen steps forward and carefully approaches Zarrax.

Daemon and Saera watch as the brave knight gets closer to the dragon.

"I'll give you all of my rations says Owen chokes and gets burned," Daemon bets and Saera chuckles.

"Rations and your flask of rum if he manages to pet Zarrax," Saera adds and Daemon looks at her.

"I don't have my flask of rum," Daemon says and Saera shrugs.

"Then get one because Owen just put his hand on the bloody dragon," She points to Zarrax and Owen laughing in delight as he pets the dragon.

Maelor smirks as the knight stroked Zarrax.

"Alright," Maelor shouted at them, "We have to take to the skies before first light comes. We can't be seen or Westeros's King will be alerted."

"Do we know the way to Westeros?" Saera asks as she tightened a bag to Moonstone's reins.

"It's straight ahead," Maelor says as he points to the choppy waters by the cliffsides, "We fly for a few straight hours and we hit the outerskirts of the Westerlands."

"And you know this how?" Daemon asks as Brightfyre growls at his rider walking away from her.

"I studied the routes Queen Maekara and her siblings took and drew onto some pieces of parchment," Maelor says as he pulls out some scrolls from one of his bags, "Studied them in case this day ever came."