Sᴏʟᴜs (adjective)
sow-luhs
alone or unaccompanied.
Viserra Targaryen was a bastard. First born child to Daemon Targaryen. Cousin to Rhaenyra. Daughter of a whore. Viserra was born not long after the death of Daemon's first wife, Rhea Royce; jus...
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Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ
THE WIND WHIPPED around the bastard princess as she steered Vermithor through the sky. "Keep up!" She called to her younger brothers, who rode a distance behind her, on their own dragons, Arrax and Vermax. A large grin came to the young woman's face as she pulled back on the reigns, forcing Vermithor higher into the clouds. "Eglikta, Vermithor!" The dragon roared, obeying her command. "Sȳz." She pat the scales at the base of his neck.
"You cheat, Viserra!" Luke called ahead, being the furthest behind.
"You're just slow!" She smiled with a laugh, pushing Vermithor to fly faster.
Vermithor dipped back below the clouds, Dragonstone coming back into view. Below them, Silverwing roared for her mate to return to her. The large, bronze dragon circled above the castle, landing in the dirt with a rumbling thud. Viserra slid off his back. The beast shook as Viserra came to his large head. "Sȳz, Vermithor. Sȳz." She distracted the beast as the keepers removed his saddle. "Soves." She instructed, backing away from her dragon. Vermithor snorted out a breath of hot air, before flapping his wings, rising back into the sky, returning to his mate.
Vermithor was too dangerous to keep with the others. The first two keepers that tried to subdue him were burnt alive by his dragon fire. It didn't take long to discover that when Viserra let out a call, he answered. The only logical answer was for the dragon to return to Dragonmont with Silverwing, and when Viserra called, he was sure to answer.
Soon after the bronze fury took off, Vermax and Arrax landed. Viserra ran to Jace, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jace lifted his stepsister in the air, spinning her around. "You are even better than yesterday!" He grinned as he set her back down, his hands resting on her hips; hers on his shoulders. "You're a fast learner. And even better dragon rider."
"I still believe you cheated." Luke joked, coming to stand with his siblings.
Viserra rolled her eyes, yet her smile persisted. "You're jealous Arrax is slow." She ruffled the younger boys hair, to which he swatted her hand away.
"He is not!" Luke defended, fixing his hair. "I demand a rematch!"
"Fine." Viserra tucked her hands behind her back. "By week's end, you, me, and the dragons."
"You know," Jace put a hand on Luke's shoulder as the two followed the Targaryen girl back to the castle they called home. "You are the more experienced rider, which means you should be better." Luke shoved his brother in response, who only laughed at his younger brother's reaction.
