BROKEN CHAINS Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen

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. Chapter two Learning of Kings Landing .

. " Yes. I let my anger control me because my anger is never wrong and those who angered me are never undeserving of what I do to them " .

Makaria and Yvaine had been flying for a little over two weeks now, the distance between the two kingdoms was a long, and tiring one.

Leaving her home was rough, the gods either blessed or cursed the pair with storm after storm. With high winds, pelting rain, thunder, and lightning, all conditions that the pair were use too.

But neither enjoyed flying this long in, the sea below them roared with high waves, the sounds of wailing and screams echoed through their ears.

The sounds of all the souls lost within its wrath, dark souls, lost beyond help, it was a curse of the Velkyri's connection with blood magic. If you dabble in something dark, expect something dark to reach back out.

These dark souls had been the end to quite a few of Makaria's ancestors, and even her brother Cahir, and his dragon Deimos.

It is written in the books that the darkness consumes them, they suck the life out of their victim before possessing them. Whispering things in their ears, slowly turning them into an empty shell of a person, before making them dive into the rocky shallows of the sea.

The water stained black with magic that coursed through their veins, their deaths forever marked. Theron had banned all sea travel in them, if you wanted to enter the Velkyri kingdom you either needed a dragon, or travel around.

Hearing a familiar roar, Makaria looks up, spotting a smaller shadow of a dragon. Yvaine responds with her own roar, turning her head to look at her rider, Makaria pats her neck in approval.

Holding onto the saddle tighter, Yvaine turns her body before flying up and past the other dragon.

"Dragon approaching!". A deep voice yells throughout the small camp. Makaria was just reaching the end of the Velkyri territory, after this Kings Landing was only a few days ride away.

Yvaine extended her claws grabbing onto the side of the cliff she roars, climbing into the large den made specifically for dragons. Shaking off the extra water, Makaria slides off, sliding her hand down Yvaine's neck, until she reaches her snout.

A loud screech soon echoes through the den as a dark blue almost black dragon, with black horns crawls into the den. Screeching at Yvaine, who snaps at the dragon half her size.

Clicking her tongue Makaria rolls her eyes, bringing the back her pointer and middle finger to her chin she drags them up to her nose flicking them up. She greets her uncle from her mother's side, a sign of deep respect only reserved for those who have earned it.

Koa was his name, he is a skilled warrior, and talented dragon rider. Who had earned his place as commander of the eastern territory when Makaria was just a child.

Though he was not a blood born Velkyri, he adjusted to their culture, and ways quicker than any other outsider. He loved the battlefield, and excelled in their languages, his dragon was a gift from the gods. He had washed up from the shallows, badly injured and fighting for his life.