Valyria Targaryen (Daemon Targaryen ff)

Dragonstone

The crisp breeze dancing through the air formed chilling bumps along my arms and legs as the salty scent of the sea filled each of my senses. Many shades of orange and yellow flourished in the sky while the sun was setting along the horizon.

I buried my face in the warmth of Syren's back attempting to slow my livid breathing. The only thing I could see was my sister's face the moment she knew he had stolen the egg. Daemon may undermine my father, but he has no idea just how far I am willing to go for Nyra.

Everyone wears a mask to hide their truth. They conspire and scheme to further their own name. The unknown problem with those masks... is that eventually they fall. The reality of their vicious acts and lies will always come to light for all to see. What they refuse to realize is that it will be a woman wearing a smile to burn their secrets into ash. That woman will be me.

Looking up I began seeing the many stone rocks peeking through the ocean waters. Waves crashed against them as if they were mad with nature. The sky began growing darker with every minute. The air now honed with tension. When I looked up my eyes were fixed on the ship docked at the post below. They were already here.

Fog surrounded the many hills of pointed rocks making the hair on my neck stiff. The flaps of her wings were precise and as silent as the wind where no common ear could hear. The clouds engulfed the island and castle while Syren held her head low below them. Using it to our advantage we slowly parted the clouds into waves getting closer. Unbeknown to me, Daemon had already seen us coming.

In the last second she rose sharply over the clouds with a deep, rumbling roar. The guards ducked in cover to the sudden shake of the bricked up walkway. Circling the bridge I see the small glints of their armor shining bright from what little sun was left. Caraxes stood atop the hill of steps towards the Dragonstone castle blowing small whistles to Syren. Only feeling the fire racing through my veins, she did not respond or even turn her head.

The knuckles of my fingers turned white from the grip I had on Syrens horns once I found Daemon. We landed harshly on the edge of the bridge behind the Hightower cunt and his collected men from the Kingsguard. Syren glared ruthlessly while lowering her shoulder for me to climb down. My sight stuck on the man who stole my little sister's egg. Low growls escaped her throat as she eyed each one.

When walking to the knights they instantly stood to the sides out of what I could only gather was fear. I watched their eyes hesitantly glancing at what they knew as The Black Crown. Their throats bobbed from gulping, sweat glistened from their pores, and I could have sworn I heard metal shifting as one trembled in his form.

Slowly strutting through the men I give a sly smile to the Hightower. His face was full of disgust and annoyance. Yet only today I wasn't here for him.

"What are you doing here, Princess?!" He uttered with a sharp hiss. An amused huff escaped my lips as I looked at him. I took a step forward. "Ser Criston, please escort the Princess to safety."

Without looking back I said, "Take care not to startle my Syren." My voice grew darker as I only turned my head halfway. "She's rather protective of me." I heard the scrapes of metal boots where the guards shook in terror as Syren slammed her foot breaking some of the stone to pieces and roared. I continued my way down the path before stopping in front of Daemon as he held the dragon egg. Seeing it only made me grip my fingers behind my clothing. His assumed "wife" stood not far behind. Only close enough to hear.

"I am the Princess of Dragonstone. This is my castle you live in." My voice hoarse from anger.

"Not until you come of age." The flames in my eyes grew brighter. Only he could twitch my last nerve.