Baptism | Cregan Stark

twelve

[Please don't ghostread]

There was a beauty to dragons. Any man or woman in Westeros agreed to this, but there was an even greater beauty to those who tamed the beasts. Through centuries there was a belief that the Targaryens were closer to gods than man. They looked other worldly to the eye, with silver hair and violet eyes. This was a belief carried through years of the Targaryen bloodline through out the seven kingdoms, one that remained unchanged when Aelyna visited the North.

"Dracarys!" Aelyna explained on the back of Vermithor. With the cold wind blowing through the air, a storm of fire came from the dragons mouth as Aelyna flew through its remains unharmed. Her laughter bellowed as she rode her dragon. 

There was no greater freedom than to ride of dragonback. The adrenaline and euphoria it gave Aelyna, was unlike anything she could ever compare it to. The bronze fury's massive wings near eclipsed over the farms it flew past. The brim smell of fire and ash made Aelyna realize that had been too long since she had taken Vermithor for a flight. 

Aelyna patted Vermithor pointing upward, as a gust of wind blew past her when Vermithor disappeared into the clouds with her.

From up above Aelyna could see the many of Northern families stand outside of their homes as they watched the dragon vanish into an air of smokey clouds, with nothing but a silver haired girl on its back.

Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, a brooding symphony of thunder sounding in Vermithors ears. "Calm, Vermithor." Aelyna eased her dragon "This night is dark and full of terrors, but I will see you through this." Aelyna instructed him in Valyria. She held onto the saddle harder as they moved through the thick clouds. 

Her calm encouragements became deaf to her own ears as she saw a dream plague her man. Two dragon flying into storming rains. A shadow lurking amongst the sky, a smaller dragon flying through mountains as waves crashed against it.

A violet eye turned as blue as sapphire gems peering over the lurking shadow of the dragon.  

Aelyna's stomach turned to knots from fear and panic. Two dragons, a large one with a blue eyed figure looming over it, as the waves of an ocean as red as blood."Dragons of flesh, weaving dragons of thread. An eye turns blue, blood washing through an ocean."  Aelyna muttered to herself as she pulled the reigns of the saddle. 

As the fear and panic seeped into every fiber of Aelyna's being, Vermithor roared as he felt the sense of distraction and terror in his rider. He roared again, this time so loud it near deafened the storm itself. It wasn't until he felt Aelyna place her hand on the scales of his back that he understood he had saved her from her own mind again.

"Princess, may we enter?" A maid had knocked on the door. Night had fallen as the rain was pouring outside. Cregan had suggested that the handmaidens make sure that Aelyna was able to keep warm through the night, what he had not realized was that Aelyna had locked herself in her chambers for the evening. The only evidence of the princess in her chambers was the creak of the wooden rooms as she walked from one corner to the other. Silently whispering in a foreign language to herself.