𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ★ the house of the dragon.

chapter twenty-one, the love of a mother and her daughter.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒
- THE LOVE OF A MOTHER
AND HER DAUGHTER -

"So, is it true that dragons can really sense their riders feelings?"

Nymeria looked at the Lady Lyara Blackwood from the corner of her eye. For her, the air felt stiff and too snug for her own liking. Lyara's presence did nought to bring comfort or security, and that known fact only seemed to annoy her even more, and her expression showed that.

Not ever, had Nymeria been known to shut down a conversation - nor was she known to openly be mean or disrespectful to anyone within the realm, yet she felt this urge to tell the woman before her to shut her mouth.

The mere topic of her family's dragons, and that of her own dragon Blackwing, was an uncomfortable one.

Lyara would continue to stare at the Targaryen Princess, not knowing whether she should be offended or amused by the young girl's cold and quiet reaction.

In the end, the young woman would decide to give her a shrug. "Some say it is true." She continued to say. "Some say the bond between dragons and their riders can be felt, and some say even more."

For a moment, Lyara looked away from the woman, before asking. "Are you worried about your own dragon, Princess Nymeria? For i can only imagine just how much time and hours you must spend away from your mount."

The woman's voice caused Nymeria to look back at her. Her light blue eyes would narrow themselves on Lyara, as she'd take her time to think to herself whether she should be bothered with the conversation and Lyara or not.

"I am not so worried." She gave a small and rather quiet sigh. "Blackwing is my dragon, my mount, and he is bonded to me deeply. I do not fear or worry for him, for he is an extension of myself. I am well aware that he can take great care of himself while in my short absence." Nymeria then gave Lyara a smile that looked innocent. "What of you, Lady Blackwood?" Once she spoke those words, her lips would part as if she just realized something. "Oh, wait. My apologies, i must've mistaken you for the blood of the dragon, for you really are not."

The Blackwood woman could feel her stomach churn as she saw the Targaryen's sharp and piercing gaze - yet she couldn't help but feel amused by the innocent, yet slightly cruel words that slipped from Nymeria's lips.

But that only lasted for a few moments, as she raised a brow and narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly.

"I am not Valyrian, Princess, that much is true." The woman spoke, while allowing her head to shift forward, and her eyes to meet Nymeria's again. "Yet i am far more than that, and far more interesting. Do remember that."

Nymeria slowly tilted her head towards Lyara some more, as her eyes sweeped over the woman in a rather judgemental manner. A soft click of her tongue and that was all it took to show that the Princess was not entirely convinced, or nearly as amused as Lyara seemed to be.

"If you are so interesting, my Lady Lyara, then why have i found myself yawning so much?" Nymeria's eyes would find Lyara's once more. "It feels like i'm talking to an old hag, and we both know just how boresome they can get, no?" She asked. "And we also know just how long they let their tongues hang. It's rather disturbing. I pity you."

Lyara would inhale a deep breath.

A low growl escaped her chest, as she didn't like being talked to in such a manner. The woman knew that Nymeria only wanted to rouse her. Though she couldn't help but feel her blood boil beneath her dress and skin.