❛❛some say that the world will end in ice,
─ and others say that it will end in fire and blood.❜❜
─ I do not own Fire and Blood, I only own my characters and their plot.
❛BOOK III❜ OF THE B...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN.
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( Even at ten, Aemond Targaryen did not lack for boldness. The king's gibe stung, and he resolved not to wait for Dragonstone. What did he want with some puny hatchling, or some stupid egg? Right there at High Tide was a dragon worthy of him: Vhagar, the oldest, largest,most terrible dragon in the world.
Even for a son of House Targaryen, there are always dangers inapproaching a dragon, particularly an old, bad-tempered dragon who has recently lost her rider. His father and mother would never allow him to go near Vhagar, Aemond knew, much less try to ride her. So he made certain they did not know, sliding from his bed at dawn whilst they still slept and stealing down to the outer yard where Vhagar and the other dragons were fed and stabled. The prince had hoped to mount Vhagar in secrecy, but as he crept up to the dragon a boy's voice rang out. "You stay away from her!"
The voice belonged to the youngest of his half-nephews, Joffrey Velaryon, a boy of three. Always an early riser, Joff had sneaked down from his bed to see his own young dragon, Tyraxes. Afraid that the boy would raise the alarm, Prince Aemond shouted at him to be quiet, then shoved him backward into a pile of dragon droppings. As Joff began to bawl, Aemond raced to Vhagar and clambered up onto her back. Later he would say that he was so afraid of being caught that he forgot to be frightened of being burned to death and eaten.
Call it boldness, call it madness, call it fortune or the will of the gods or the caprice of dragons. Who can know the mind of such a beast? We do know this: Vhagar roared, lurched to her feet, shook violently...then snapped her chains and flew. And the boy prince Aemond Targaryen became a dragonrider, circling twice around the towers of High Tide before coming down again.
But when he landed, Rhaenyra's sons were waiting for him.)
・CAMAELA・
CAMAELA FOUND HERSELF ALONG A WINDING PATH, surrounded by towering mountains that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant sound of rushing water. She felt a sense of serenity wash over her as she took in the breathtaking beauty of her surroundings.
As she walked, Camaela couldn't shake the feeling that she was somewhere familiar, yet strangely foreign. She looked around, trying to place herself in this surreal landscape. The mountains rose steeply on either side of her, their peaks obscured by wisps of cloud that danced in the gentle breeze.
Was she in another dream again? Or was this truly her reality?
