Born on the nightfall of a tragedy, raised with the weight of power and expectations over her shoulders, Elaenora Arryn knew her fate could not be written by the Seven, but only by herself.
Carrying the blood of both the murderer and the murdered i...
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Aemond walked towards the dragon in utter awe — Vhagar was the most striking creature his eyes had seen, such a regal and massive frame it made him feel like a tiny ant the more he approached. Elaenora walked a few steps behind him, wanting to remain close but also give him the privacy he needed for a moment like the one they were about to witness.
Her friend's expressions reminded her of her own when she claimed Grey Ghost. That deep sense of belonging and yearning for the missing part of one's self. It was such an overwhelming sparkle the one that glowed in the violet of Aemond's irises that Elaenora felt today was about to be the grand day the Targaryen prince had been waiting for so long. She cracked her knuckles, trying to soothe the crushing beating in her chest dominated by a sense of expectancy and hope.
Vhagar seemed to be in a deep slumber, which allowed both children to get closer than what would have been considered prudent. Still, if Aemond wanted to finally succeed in the quest he had started so many years ago, he needed to be braver than ever before. Given the dragon's previous riders, it was imperative for Aemond to show the same level of grit that had characterized them in life.
With his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the imperious, invisible bond tying him to the dragon, Aemond slowly approached the sleeping beast, gawking and anxious. His mouth felt dry and his hands sweaty, but there was no turning back — not that he wanted to whatsoever— now that he was so close to caressing glory with his fingertips.
As the young boy extended his hands towards the saddle's ropes, Elaenora stayed a couple of steps behind, mesmerized by how he was able to approach the sleeping beast without issue so far, it was the furthest her friend had come in his quest of claiming a dragon.
However, the moment Aemond's hand touched the rough material of the rope, Vhagar awoke from her lethargy. Her eyes, orange as the brightest flames, glowed with suspicion and warning. The dragon did not seem to appreciate being roused from her rest by a puny child no taller than one of her claws. The Targaryen boy immediately moved aside, internally fearing the consequences of his audacity despite not allowing himself to appear weak or scared, while the massive beast seemed to deem him as insignificant enough for her to ignore and return to her slumber.
Aemond sighed, relieved but also frustrated by the lingering dread flooding his veins. With a deep exhale, he touched the ropes again and, once more, Vhagar awoke and glared at him with slight disdain. Refraining from caveats, the dragon opened her wide fauces displaying the amber glow from the fire inside her. A clear threat. Do not dare, child.
"Aemond!" Nora immediately spluttered, taking a step forward in fear for her friend's wellbeing. If he were to end up harmed by the consequences of her idea, she would have never forgiven herself.
