Where normally the protagonist is transported to another universe or dimension , the roles have now been reversed. The Targaryen uncle-niece find themselves in the home of the 17-year-old Allaria Black. How will she react to the arrival of the Targa...
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ALLARIA PRESSED HER HAND to her chest as she panted. Thankfully she didn't pass out, but she wasn't alone. It should be obvious since she has a huge dragon close to her, but that was not what she felt.
She risked a glance over and found Cannibal looking at her as well. She gave a strained smile, not knowing how to act now that the danger of death had passed.
'Is she hungry? She wouldn't eat her rider, right?' As if hearing her thoughts Cannibal let out a sound that sounded like a snort.
"Hey! I'm very delicious, My mates say so, thank you very much." She said with her hand on her hip offended, looking at the dragon and closing her eyes to silently curse herself. It had only been a measly minute since she claimed the dragon and she was already acting stupid?
"I am Allaria Black, my mates are Targaryens,." She introduced herself,
She raised an eyebrow at the dark pride she sensed coming from him.
Cannibal roared loudly when they were in the sky, and she heard other roars coming from caves nearby in answer. Definitely Sheepsteler and Grey Ghost. She wondered if Cannibal was bragging or if the other dragons were congratulating him.
They circled the island and flew back to the Dragonmont observing the crowd and mates still standing there cautiously. As they landed along the shore, she slid down from the dragon's back with numb legs.
Allaria stood beside the Cannibal, her hand gently stroking the dragon's scales as she whispered softly. The dragon, once fierce and untamed, now seemed almost gentle under her touch.
Allaria talks to Cannibal "You know, you scared me half to death back there, but I knew there was something special about you. So, I've decided to name you Shrykos, after the Goddess of Beginnings and endings. What do you think?"
Rhaenyra and Daemon watched from a distance, a small smile playing on their lips.
Rhaenyra spoke to Daemon "She's really something, isn't she? Naming Cannibal that's supposed to be the terror of Dragonstone after a goddess. She's got guts."
Daemon smirks at her "And a touch of madness, it seems. But she's earned it. Shrykos... it suits her."
Dragonkeeper 1 (whispering to Dragonkeeper 2): "Do you think she's lost her mind? Naming the Cannibal like it's a pet kitten."
Dragonkeeper 2 (shrugging): "Hey, if it keeps the Cannibal calm and not eating us, I'm all for it. Shrykos it is."
Allaria pets Shrykos "Yes, you like that, don't you, Shrykos? You're going to be the most magnificent dragon anyone's ever seen." As she pats Shrykos nose. As Allaria leaned closer, Shrykos lifted her massive head, nuzzling against Allaria's side with a surprisingly gentle touch. Allaria laughed softly, her heart swelling with affection for the dragon.
