𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓...
He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless...
NIGHTFYREflew against the wind as he swooped through the clouds and against the air while his rider felt the adrenaline rushing through his blood, flying across surfaces in a blur.
As they dived down, Rhaegar squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. Tapping his dragon, the prince signaled it to speed up. Nightfyre took advantage of this liberty and began flying faster. The emerald dragon roared in satisfaction as he was granted the way of control.
In preparation for the gust of wind hitting his face, Rhaegar adjusted his mask over his nose and mouth. Flying through clouds, they soared up and over. With the wind in their favor, they avoided the vast hills in front of them and enjoyed a nice summer day. Nightfyre soared higher as the beast stretched its legs. The dragon shrilled as it moved smoothly. Rhaegar only inhaled and exhaled as Nightfyre tossed and turned, filling his veins with a buzzing feeling.
Rhaegar rode on his dragon all evening. For he could only feel peace in the sky when he avoided his duties to the palace.
Soon, both dragon and rider mutually decided to finally rest and headed close to a plateau.
Upon landing, Nightfyre huffed as he hit the ground near a cliff.
As the prince got off his dragon, he patted Nightfyre on the neck as he spoke. "You're getting faster, boy." Rhaegar skimmed his gloved hands over the dragon's scales. "And bigger, too. You can soon hold two riders." He said in Valyrian.
Nightfyre rumbled in his throat in disagreement, making vibrations under Rhaegar's feet, and shook his head side and plopped his body on the ground, leaning against a large tree trunk. "Yeah, maybe not." The Prince smiled as he turned around to see the view in front of him.
An ocean of bright clouds covered the sky with small hint of purple and pink painting over the atmosphere. The warm breeze felt perfect against Rhaegar's face as he pulled down his riding mask. The late evening sun warming his cheeks as light reflected onto the princes fair skin.
This is peace.
Rhaegar sat down, leaning next to his snoring dragon, and stared at the mesmerizing view. Soon, he would close his eyes to rest his vision. So much time has passed and Rhaegar had grown so much. He has gotten taller and has more build since he started to train more often with Ser Criston. He eventually did beat him at sword fighting, that being one of his satisfying achievements.
