The Dragon's Heart Is Mine || Geralt Targaryen [1]

10 • LANTERNS AT NIGHTFALL

6 moons and 14 days later.

It was never truly dark in Geralt's chambers but his dreams were dark again, reminiscing his childhood, the day dragon fire awakened in his blood.

His head turned back and forth until they sank into nightmares, drowning him twelve years ago, when he was still a normal boy.

Strange winds came whooshing into his room, brushing the lantern hunged on the wall, mistakenly it fell straight on a cushion and the whole room was lit on fire.

It began to spread, around in the corners , engulfing the entire his chamber.

Before the servants could raise an alarm, the whole room was engulfed in flames.

The Red Keep went in whirlwind, people were screaming from the outside, others were shouting from the inside.

A terrible sight, the gods must be cruel, they thought.

The smoke woke up the little Prince to his room on fire, frightened he stood and ran to the door but the plank fell and blocked the exit, stopping him from leaving.

"Father! ...... Mother!" He shouts crying.

Screams were everywhere. Viserys had rushed to the scene and found Aemma wailing and crying.

"Geralt! Geralt!.....my son!" She shouted in tears.

"Mother....... Help me!" He shouted back, Aemma just stood outside wailing.

The guards and manservants had come pouring water but nothing happened, the fire only spat at them. Viserys stood in shakily breath, gazing at the fire, uncertain if his son would survive

"Get more water!" Viserys exclaimed as servant ran hither and thither.

The piece of wood plank that held the room together, slitted and snapped in half and fell pushing the servants and guards back.

"Geralt! Geralt!" Viserys screamed as tears rushed down his cheeks. The guards held him back from entering the fire.

"Geralt!...... Geralt....." Viserys screamed, the gods can't punish him like this, Visenna was gone and now his only son and heir was going to die too.

Little Geralt of two and ten could hear his parents voice from the outside but the fire was too strong, he fell to knees, coughing and crying, the fire was rapidly moving closer to him, until he was consumed and swallowed by the essence, and that was it.

Fire, Flames and Inferno.

Geralt melted in the fire, but didn't burn, he felt warmth and alive, the only pain he felt was his purple eyes, burning off like ashes and changing into yellow-gold. His breath immune to the hues of the flames. His senses quickened and ignited.

"Noooooooooooo." Aemma screamed on top of her lungs and fell to her knees as her handmaidens grabbed her.

It was too late, the room was already consumed, everyone shifted back at the hiss and heat of the fire.

In the DragonPits, snarling and moaning, his black dragon Nilfgaard lay asleep in his lair, his head resting on his tail. Rapidly when a pang crossed his heart, his eyes came open,two pools of molten rubies, red as blood. His horns were black and red as well, and the scales ran down hot like coals of embers of hell and immediately he opened and in answer, fire filled the pit, a spear of red and yellow, he could feel his young masters heart beat. Alive in flames.