A crown for a queen

"Hold fast Targaryen"

I grabbed the torch off my wall. Hoping for the flame not to extinguish itself. There are multiple riderless dragons on Dragonstone. I will find and claim one. A Targaryen without a dragon is nothing.
I slipped my riding boots on, the softer soles added for increased stealth, and the cloak, well it concealed my hair. I strapped Backbiter to my hip in the very, very likely chance I will need it.
The way out of the castle was a hard one indeed. I had to escape from my room, down to the tunnels that led to the shore and then up the mountain to the Cannibals cave.
I cracked my door open, slightly pushing it, hoping to make any noise.I padded my way down the halls to the tunnels, stopping at every corner checking it before I turned it. I made my breathing as slow and quiet as possible. Once I had gotten to the tunnels I could breath however I wished, no one guarded them anymore because everyone that had known about them were either dedicated to my mother or dead.
I pulled my cloak off as I stepped onto the beach.
"What are you doing?" Daemon asked, he was standing by the shore, his back turned to me. He turned and made his way up the dune to meet me.
"I am, looking for one of the wild dragons" I said, I looked at the ground, expecting him to call me foolish.
"You wish to bring honour to your mother?" He asked.
"Yes I do, A trueborn Tragaryen claims a dragon. If I am to secure my and my mother's claim to the throne I must do what I have to."
"Cannibal lives in that cave" Daemon said, pointing Darksister towards the huge cave on top of the mountain. "He listens to those of Targaryen blood, to a point. If you fly him above the castle by nightfall tomorrow I will have a saddle made for you"
"Thank you Daemon" I said, tipping my head and looking at the long set of stairs.

I looked into the cave, trying to calm my racing heart. I hold the torch up and breathed even harder, somewhere in the cave stood, sat or laid The Cannibal. The cave was pitch black, other than the light of my torch.
I cleared my throat and began to sing, a lullaby my mother had sung to me once before; "Perzys breather, winged jentys yn lanta bartos naejot nykeā saelie vāettan" My voice came out rich and smooth. (Translation: Fire breather winged leader but two heads to a third sing).  The sounds of bones cracking caused me to falter slightly.
"Hen issa elēni: se perzyssy emagon spoken, se se odre ēdan issare addemmagon rūsīr ānogar magic" (Translation: From my voice: The fires have spoken and the price has been paid with blood magic). A low growl emitted from the cave, causing my heart rate to accelerate.
"Rūsīr udra hen perzys rūsīr gīda laesi naejot letagon se hāre naejot ao nyke vāettan" I continued to sing using my voice as a sort of beacon for him. (Translation: With words of flame, with clear eyes to bind the three to you I sing) The illumination from the torch brought light through the cave as I traveled deeper into the cave.
A growl, louder this time signaled that he was closer. A bright yellow eye opened, drawing the light of the torch. In front of me stood a dragon that was easily half as tall as DragonStone itself. He opened his mouth, he intended to burn me to a crisp. My heart jumped out of chest as I opened my mouth to sing the last phrase.
"Hae mēre īlon derēbagon se rūsīr hāre heads īlon shall sōvegon hae īlon istan destined beautifully, freely" He closed his mouth and growled again. (Translation:As one we gather and with three heads we shall fly as we were destined beautifully, freely)
He growled at me, slowly growing louder. I held my right hand up towards him, he snapped at my hand. I did not fling it back, for that would've shown weakness, Dragons bond to strength.
"Nyke vaella targārien, hen valyrio uēpo ānogār iksan" I said, I tried boosting confidence, pride into my voice.
"I do not care who you are Targaryen" 
"Ao kostagon ȳzaldrīzes?" I asked, reaching out for him. " Kostagon nyke renigon ao?" (Translation: You can speak? And Can I touch you?)
"The Targaryen's reek of pride, but you, you smell different"
"Ao issi se cannibal, se slayer zaldrīzoti?" (Translation: You are the cannibal the slayer of dragons)
"And you are Vealla Tragaryen, The heir to the iron throne"
"Ao honour issa" (Translation: You honour me) I pressed my hand to his snout, it was warm and rough as scales should be I suppose. "Ao issi gevie" (Translation: You are beautiful)
    I stared in awe as he began to walk past me, out of the cave into the waning light, he shook out his wings and stood, he was huge.
   "Come Vealla Targaryen, it has been ages since I've flown"
    I placed my foot in a ridge on his wing, pulling myself up scale by scale until I was seated between his shoulders. "Would you be alright with a saddle?" I shouted over the wind. He shook his shoulders and began running. The force of the wind was almost enough to knock me down.
    "Hold fast Targaryen"

-Authors note-
I would just like to make it known that bold + italic = the dragons thoughts
And from now on, italics is old Valyrian