𖤓 - THE PACT OF SUN & FIRE
❝ United by 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, bound by 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, they forge the Pact of Sun & Fire ❞
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, much like her namesake, a wild child. The youngest surviving daughter of Queen Aemma Arryn & Vis...
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──── # 112 AC " Into the Flames "
── ⋅ ⋅ ── 𖤓 ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
WITH a heavy wind came soaring down Syrax, holding the happily grinning Princess Rhaenyra on her back. The two had flown twice as many laps around King's landing than usual, finally landing outside of the Dragonpit, Dragonkeeper's hustling around Syrax as Princess Rhaenyra slid down from her dragon's back.
Removing her gloves the Princess made her way back to the carriage waiting for her, looking over to Ser Harrold, who sat upon his horse, looking down at Rhaenyra.
"Welcome back, Princess, I trust your ride was pleasant?" Ser Harrold greeted the princess, a small smile on his face.
Rhaenyra smirked, "Try not to look too relieved Ser," She said, reaching the carriage where Alicent Hightower stood, her dearest friend who waited for her and her sister while they took a ride on their dragon's.
"I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled, saves my head from a spike." He sighed sigh before gazing back up at the sky. "but it appears your sister holds ill intentions towards me. Where is she?" He asked the older princess, who simply chuckled in response.
Rhaenyra smiled, "You know her well. Not even the Gods could tear her away from Asarion. She should be arriving soon—" Her words were abruptly cut off by the swirling dust and stones that rumbled into the air.
Snapping her head towards the entrance of the Dragonpit, her eyes met those of her little sister, who had settled on the ground with her dragon, wearing a proud grin. Rhaenyra smirked at her little sister, who had gracefully descended the scales of her dragon, gently stroking the side of the sea-colored creature.
"There she is," chuckled Rhaenyra, casting a glance at Alicent, who shook her head slightly at the young princess.
Viserra Targaryen moved from her dragon, waving him goodbye as he fell into the care of the Dragonkeepers who moved around, shouting commands in Valyrian at the large dragon who was twice the size or Syrax.
"And I thought your sister was the troublemaker between you two," Ser Harrold scoffed looking down at the younger girl.
Viserra chuckled as she skipped over to where her sister stood. "Oh, Ser, it is my pleasure to cause you such pains to the head!" she jested as she fell next to her sister, grabbing hold of her arm.
"Syrax is growing quickly. She's almost a match for Asarion," Alicent smiled, looking down at the two Princesses. Viserra nodded her head, looking back over to her dragon who fought with the Dragonkeepers.
