Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Gre...
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Aemyra's pov
We stepped out to where the group of men stood. They all gathered around as they waited for Lord Cregan. The Starks had just done their Night's watch ritual, adding one more member to the Night's watch to patrol the Wall that protects the Realm.
I stood beside him as he announced to the group that Princess Aemyra Velaryon would join alongside them. They all acknowledged my presence as they gave us two horses.
"Have you rode on the back of a horse before?" Cregan questioned me as i ran my hand down their brown fur.
I turned around to look at him. "Can't be harder than dragonback." I remarked as he gave me an amused smile before allowing me to get on the horse. It's been years since I've ridden a horse. The only transportation I've taken was on Tessarion.
"You need help, princess?" I could hear the humor in his voice.
"No." I said firmly as i attempted again.
Do not embarrass yourself, Aemyra. We are in the front of the line, everyone is watching.
I jumped as high as I could and climbed on top of the horse.
"Flawless execution." He smirked to himself.
"Thank you." I tried to catch my breath as I situated myself.
I watched as he got on his horse with ease. He turned to look at me. Rolling my eyes I waited til he made the first move on the trail.
"It's not everyday I meet a Princess carrying a sword," He spoke to me.
"And how many princesses have you met, Lord Cregan?" I looked back at him.
"One." He replied. "She was quite memorable. Not at all what I expected of a princess. I expected her to be in a royal gown that cost more than my castle and guards to be at her service while she frolicked around with not a worry on her pretty face. But instead she came flying in on her dragon with her sword strapped to her black leathers paired with a fiery attitude."
"Would you rather me in a pretty gown than this attire, Lord Cregan?" I looked deep into his eyes. I was curious of his response.
"I'm afraid I cannot say what I actually prefer you in, princess." I watched as he licked his lips with a sly grin on his face as he continued looking forward to the trail ahead.
I felt my cheeks heat at his words. It caught me off guard.
I never had a man be so bold with his words. I grew eager of what he would say next about me.
