"Ariagor!" She shouted above the winds lashing at her. She had a firm grip on the saddle horn as her dragon turned, the angle so sharp she had to do her upmost to keep from falling. "Daor! Arlī!" (No! Back!) she screamed, "Rȳbās! Angōs!" (Listen! Attack!)
But her dragon ignored every command she gave. Looking over her shoulder she watched the black smoke rise as it plumed into the sky, blocking out the beautiful blue with a blanket of death. Her eyes desperately searched for any sign of a dragon. A wing flap, a roar, a breath of fire. Anything. But there was no sign of any life.
Tears stung her eyes as she faced forward again, her fingers trembling as they held onto the grips of the saddle. A sob broke free of her throat as the shaking moved up her hands into her arms forcing her to lean forward more to keep stable. Below her Ariagor kept flying on his course, his instincts to protect his rider outweighing Viserra's commands and her desire to turn back and kill.
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Aemar paced up and down the beach, the footprints in the muddy sand proof of how many laps back and forth he had taken. His eyes flashed to the horizon for a boat, or to the sky for a returning dragon. But always to no avail. He was nervous, he was tense and it was obvious. He knew it was not wise to let such emotions show on your sleeve but he could not help it. With everything that had happened. . .
"One would think." Daemon's voice carried to him on the cold breeze. Aemar turned to see him strutting out the doors that led to the bridge. The massive structure dwarfing the man. "That a greenseer would have little he need worry or fret about."
"Which shows just how little you yourself know."
Daemon giggled.
"Wise and worldly men know a threat can come from anywhere."
"Well pardon me for my conviction in your abilities. Or lack thereof."
"Do not condescend to me Daemon."
"I assumed you could see a threat coming long before it struck." The reply was a slap in the face. Laenor, Laena, Harwin, Lucerys. All the people he cared most for and had failed. But he could not allow himself to spiral back into depression and despair. For he had other people he loved who were still alive, who needed him. Like this ludicrous idea Daemon had for the dragonseeds. The risk that was involved, the lives of people, and Daemon cared for none of them outside of what he could gain from them.
"I used to think you reasonable." Aemar said breaking the silence that had ticked by a moment too long, "I did not see how rash you are."
Daemon giggled, this time the sound more amusing.
"You do not think Daemon!" Aemar snapped turning on him, "You feed your base instincts like anger and lust without thinking of the consequences! This plan of yours with the dragonseeds is dangerous, how are you blind to that?"
"Careful little greenseer." Daemon warned. "With the way you speak, with such care for these bastards it makes me wonder." Aemar's face dropped as Daemon smirked, "What secrets are you yourself hiding?"
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Maela looked at him with an open jaw. In her lavender and blue eyes he saw an array of emotions, each one affecting his heart like a dagger. Shock, betrayal, anger, sadness, disgust, pain.
"Maela." Aemond tried to reason with her before her mind could jump to too many conclusions.
"Please. Let me explain." he begged, for the first time in his life. He would have approached her if he could, if the bars of his cell were not in the way. Instead all he could do was press against the iron, gripping his prison with white knuckled fists. "Just allow me to -"
"Fuck you." she uttered softly, like she barely had the energy to even speak. Her throat was dry, her fingers were trembling, her whole body felt cold. Then she remembered that he had touched her, what had once been the sweetest, most romantic caresses now filled her with nausea.
"Maela." he tried again, his eye wide and desperate as his voice cracked.
She only sneered at him as her mind decided on one emotion, instead of the storm she felt inside. "You fathered Jaehaerys and Jaehaera?"
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Violent Delights (House of the Dragon- Aemond fanfic, Ewan Mitchell fanfic)
Fanfiction"We come from pure strength Daenerys." Her brother told her as he flipped through the old tome. "Viserra Velaryon. As untamable as the sea itself. Her brother Aemar. A greenseer and a mighty warrior. Aemond Targaryen. Rider of Vhagar, the largest dr...
