BASED ON HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ON HBO &
FIRE AND BLOOD BY GEORGE R.R. MARTIN.
"In a family of gods, they were ordinary men."
In which Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen
have a daughter whose story with the One-Eyed
Prince will be one told throughout t...
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chapter fifteen !
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ALAYNE, 134 AC
The next day, Alayne flew on Vermithor back to King's Landing after settling the arrangements for her belongings. Only a few trunks would be brought when her family traveled South for the wedding, for she didn't plan to stay long enough to warrant for more.
Crisp, autumn air stung her cheeks and blew bits of her hair out of the braid she kept it in when she flew. Gods, there was nothing like this. Her heart and Vermithor's beating steadily in sync as they sailed among the clouds, all her worries scattered in the wind. Here, her head remained blissfully empty. She didn't have to think or to feel. She just had to be.
There was nothing else she craved at all hours of the day.
Vermithor landed on the outer walls of the Red Keep, the stone built strong enough to withstand such force, the sun beating down on the men in the training yard below. She slid down his forearm, hooking onto one of his clawed fingers before dropping to the ground. He bent his head, huffing a puff of smoke in her direction, and Alayne turned to him, an affectionate smile on her lips. "All right, old man," she whispered as she pressed her body to the side of his head in an embrace.
His head was bigger than she was tall, his skin warmer than hers. It was remarkable, most would often think as they took in the sight of bronze against bronze, how different they were, but the fury and his rider didn't care in the slightest. Their hearts and souls were the same, and that was all that mattered.
