The Love of Dragons (HOTD)

Sharp Love

I stared down at the parchment that laid flat on my desk I currently sat at. I had wrote down a simple and short message. But an effective one, nonetheless.

'We need to talk, you know where to meet.'

-AV

I knew he would understand who sent the message and where to meet. I frowned to myself, I was angry and wanted blood. If I could kill them all I would. Even him. My heart ached in my chest. Did I want them all dead?

Of course I did! They killed Lucerys. I would kill Aemond, Otto, and Allicent given the chance. But Aegon? That was a much more difficult decision. I knew the rest of my family would have zero hesitation. I had to do what was best for my family. I took a deep breath looking down at the red wax that melted above the flame as I sealed the letter. I glanced to my right at the sharp dagger that sat on the desk besides me. It was no Valyrian dagger, but it was plenty sharp. With its curved handle of gold. Intricate designs of dragons dancing along the handle caught my attention. I picked up the dagger and twirled it around my fingers. The blade glistened and the ends felt sharp in my fingers.

Early that next morning I stood staring at myself in the mirror. I wore black leather pants under a blood red button up blouse that flared out at the waist and lengthily ended at my feet. It felt like a dress and looked like one from the back, but the front it was quite obvious that this was indeed a button up tight top. I had four connecting braids on the back of my head that wrapped around one another. I stared intensely at my face, attempting to conceal any sight of disgust or mourning. I had even added herbs to my face to appear even more put together. The red from my eyes had vanished and my lavender ones shinned darkly. I frowned staring at my appearance, it was unfair that my brothers were burdened by small minded folk regarding their appearance. Challenging our inheritance all our lives because they looked different. But in all reality, it was I who looked different. Silver hair and purple eyes were certainly not common in Westeros. It was far easier for them to blend in, and moments like this. I truly wish I had Harwin's complexion.

I pulled up the hood of the cloak I had attached around my shoulders. I took one deep breath before snatching the dagger that sat on my desk before creeping out of the castle. It was so early that the fog of the ocean had even lifted and moon hadn't even fully vanished. I snuck to the rocky Mountains of Dragonstone where I knew me dragon would be resting. I was shocked to see Meraxes was wide awake, as if she were waiting for me. I removed the hood of my cloak as she lowered her long elegant silver wing allowing me to climb up. Once I was situated she began moving as fast as the elderly dragon could, preparing for take off. It didn't take long for the ancient dragon to soar into the sky. The whimsical and exciting feeling that I typically had when flying was diminished by my rage. Some part of me felt as if that carefree feeling would never return. Meraxes large frame dove down towards the Claw Isle. I gulped, feeling a sense of regret and fear seeing the golden scaled dragon beneath us.

Meraxes landed swiftly besides Sunfyre. The two dragons mumbled soft growls to one another. They were friendly enough, being as Meraxes was the grandmother of Sunfyre. I slid down my dragons wing and glanced around the small island. My eyes finally landed on the large familiar white barked tree with auburn leaves. Aegon sat on a rock facing away from, he appeared still and unmoving. His posture was straight as he faced the tree. He hadn't moved an inch, like he hasn't noticed my presence. I made my way towards him, yet he still didn't move.

"Aegon?" I asked with unease as I walked in front of him. He stared straight ahead, not even looking to my face. He was as still as a statue. The only sign of life was his tear stained eyes and red nose. Without hesitation he jumped up from the rock and backed me up into the tree roughly. My eyes widened as I roughly slammed into the wooden bark. Without hesitation I slid the dagger that had been tucked away in my sleeve out and pressed the blade gently to his neck. Shockingly, Aegon had a similar idea as he pressed Catspaw. The ancestral Valyrian dagger to my neck. His eyes widened, shocked that I had the same intention as him. We kept our eyes locked on one another. Each of us holding our chins up not wishing to be sliced by the others blade.

"I should kill you where you stand." He acknowledged. Eyeing me up and down, his head not wavering. His emotionless eyes appeared exhausted with bags showing his stress. He pressed his knife closer to my throat. I couldn't help but flinch feeling the blade draw blood.

"As should I." I hissed pressing my own blade closer to his neck. He gulped, a look of fear crossing across his grieving eyes before it quickly vanished.

"My sister! My son! They were innocent." Aegon spat with mixed emotion.

"As was Lucerys!" I spoke, my lip quivering speaking the name of my brother.

"I had nothing to do with your brothers death." Aegon spoke, his voice shaking as he held back tears. His hands shook as he struggled to grip the dagger. I feared the blade would slip from his hands.

"And I had nothing to do with your sons." I frowned locking eyes with the false king. His shivering stopped as he stared into my eyes. He slowly removed the dagger he held so closely to my neck as I did the same with him. He didn't say a word, nor did I. He stood still, simply just taking deep breaths. I eyed the dagger he still clutched in his hand, in fear he would use it against me. After a few seconds he dropped the ancient dagger and fell to his knees. I wasn't sure why, but I dropped my own dagger and copied his movements as I knelt down besides him. I comfortably wrapped my arms around Aegon and held him as he cried into my shoulder. I couldn't help but let a few of my own tears freely fall. Both of us were grieving.

"It's so hard." Aegon sobbed into the sleeve of my jacket. I ran my fingers through his hair with a frown. It was hard, truly the most difficult thing I had endured.

"I-I want revenge, but I do not wish harm on you." Aegon added honestly, lifting his head up.

"Aegon, I beg of you to believe me. My mother had no role in the murder of your child." I spoke honestly gently placing my hand ontop of his.

"Aemma, I believe that you had no hand in this vile action." He scoffed pulling his hand away from mine. I decided not to push the argument much further and simply just held him as we laid under the tree. For hours our conversations ranged from things such as building a small home on the island to what we would do if we had not been born into such high society.

"Brothel owner, is the only correct answer." I laughed as Aegon sat on the large roots of the tree while I rested my head on his leg staring up to the leaves.

"Aemma Velaryon, you truly think so little of me?" Aegon huffed with false shock. I smiled tilting my head up to stare at him.

"Do not freight, because I would definitely be employed by you." I smiled childishly.

"Ah, yes you a whore. Coming from the girl who ran when I tried to hold her hand at the age of one and two." Aegon scoffed mockingly.

"In my defense, you caught me off guard." I pointed up at him. I giggled watching him rolls his eyes. It felt good to joke around with Aegon. It was as if all the grieving and pain had been put on hold in his presence. And I believed he felt the same way. Aegon's smile vanished as if a thought flashed through his mind. I sat up from his leg with knitted brows as I faced him. A strand of silver hair fell in front of my eye. Aegon swiftly pushed the strand out of my face staring at me in longing.

"I'm scared, Aemma." Aegon spoke fearfully.

"As am I." I tried to comfort grabbing his hand. I was stunned to see him pull away from me.

"No, I'm scared you will hate me for what I've done." He turns hesitantly as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"What you've done?" I asked repeating his words with unease. His eyes shifted from my purple ones to the Valyrian dagger that still remained on the ground. My eyes widened in realization. I brought my hands up to my face in horror.

"What have you done, Aegon?" I questioned horrified.

"I warned you, Aemma. I want revenge." He spoke coldly. Without hesitation I shot up from the ground and sprinted towards Meraxes.