The Love of Dragons (HOTD)

Blacks Alliegence

I stood on the balcony high up in the castle of Dragonstone watching the scene play out before me. My mother flew from sky on back of the majestic Syrax. I stared down at the ship that docked off shore. The green masts with the familiar three headed dragon. I anxiously fidgeted with the sleeves of my long black dress. The black dress stopped at my feet and had a circular shaped neckline with cutouts along the shoulders. Yet had connecting long sleeves. Along my chest was gold and dark red detailing that resembled a dragons wings. My silver hair laid in tight curls freely. I could hearing the thumping of my heart beating. Had Aegon truly being claimed as King? Had he known before giving me the letter? Was the idea of fleeing with him a trap? Or had he been in the dark just as I had?

All of these thoughts raced throughout my mind. So much so that I was starting to grow dizzy. I took a step back from the ledge and placed my hand along my head attempting to steady myself.

"Cousin! Are you alright?" The concerned voice of Baela addressed with concern from behind me. I immediately straightened up, steadying myself. I coughed, hoping to cover up any signs of panic.

"Yes, simply overwhelmed with everything." I sighed facing the beautiful teenage girl. Baela truly was the image of beauty. She had a dark complexion with silver hair that was far curlier than mine. She had beautiful light colored eyes. I was curious to see how her and my brothers children would look like once the two were wed.

"I do agree, this does appear extremely overwhelming." Baela sighed as she walked up towards the ledge of the balcony and looked down at the ant like individuals who stood below. I glanced down to see Syrax standing behind a group of knights. I could not decipher who was who. But as long as there was no violence I could not care. We watched in silence, unsure of what was being said below.

"Do you think it will come to war?" Baela asked with uncertainty breaking the silence. I watched intensely as the crowd below dispearsed as the blacks returned to the castle and the greens left for Kings Landing.

"If it does, my mother will not be the first to draw blood." I spoke sincerely, an image of Aegon bloody and dead on the iron throne appeared in my head. A few minutes later nearly everyone stood around the simply lit map. I stood besides Lucerys while Jace stood besides him.

"It's no easy thing for a man to be a dragonslayer. But dragons can k*ll dragons. And have. The simple truth is this we have more dragons than Aegon." Daemon explained standing on the far end of the table in the dark room. The only light coming from the fireplace and the table in front of us.

"Viserys spoke often of the Valyrian histories. I know them well. When dragons flew to war, everything burned. I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone." My mother spoke wisely staring around at her supporters.

"Are you considering the Hightowers' terms, Your Grace?" Someone spoke up with unease.

"As Queen, what is my true duty to the realm, Lord Bartimos? Ensuring peace and unity? Or that I sit the Iron Throne, no matter the cost?" The newly coronated queen spoke calmly.

"That's your father talking." Daemon scoffed rolling his eyes before walking in the direction of the fireplace.

"My father's dead. And he chose me as his successor to defend the realm, not cast it headlong into war." My mother defended.

"Well, the enemy have declared war. What are you gonna do about it?" Daemon argued. I watched with unease as my mothers posture straightened up. I could see the frustration visible on her face.

"Clear the room." She ordered. Without hesitation everyone marched out of the main hall leaving my mother alone with an irritated Daemon.

"Why must Daemon be so persistent!" Jace hissed in irritation as he paced back and force with frustration through his bed chambers. I sat on the edge of his bed while Luke slumped down, laying on his back besides me.