"DREAMS DIDN'T MAKE US KINGS, DRAGONS DID"
Targaryen's were nothing without their dragons. History proves that they need them, especially for when Aegon's dream comes true.
Daenys Targaryen; named for the dreamer herself, her importance to House Ta...
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The return of Daenys—
113 AL, King's Landing
Half a year had gone by since she had last set sight upon the glory of the Red Keep and the majesty of the dragonpit. Both spectacles overshadowed the filth of the city, dangerous to its inhabitants - both smallfolk and nobles. Daenys swore she could smell the stench flying over Castle Rosby.
The Bronze Fury flew around the Red Keep twice, and women and men from servants to nobles alike shared faces of amazement and shock. She had left with such fury that she could rival her own dragon ten times over, yet here she returned. Establishing her presence to her family in a manner similar to how she had a year before, emphatically. His roar was deep, and rugged. His song a testament to his history, to his age, and to his name. Vermithor was such a size that King's Landing was almost half swallowed by his size, almost to the point of Vhagar. The largest dragon, recently claimed by her beloved Laena. Daenys had flown to Driftmark, with Elaena, to congratulate her dear cousin. Her pride and jubilation was so very clear.
Landing in the clearing behind the majesty of the dragonpit, she turned to safely unlatch her son and her middle daughter and youngest daughter, before unlatching herself. Her wolf pups stayed in the saddle of her Bronze Fury, awaiting instruction and requiring help to disembark safely, as their mother had just done. Daenys slid from the saddle, and Vermithor bent his wing to serve as steps for his beloved rider. Stepping on to the dirt of the clearing, she turned to look at her wolf pups and called out to her eldest on the saddle.
"Elaena my darling, swing your feet to Vermithor's right and slide just as I did. He won't harm you"
Just the same as Vhagar was with Daenys, Vermithor was fiercely protective over Lyarra, Elaena, Elya, and Cregan. He felt the bond between his rider and the smaller versions of his rider, and copied it. His bond to his rider's wolf pups was strong - but not as strong as the connection between himself and his rider, that connection would reign supreme over all others. As Elaena slid, Vermithor lowered his body. His wing became more of like a flight of stairs, than it had been to Daenys. He kept his wing and his body like this until Cregan's feet were soundly on the ground. The three wolf pups bowed slightly to their mother's dragon, a thankful expression on their faces at his uncommanded stance, before taking off toward the delegation that had arrived to meet them. Daenys pressed her forehead to the snout of Vermithor, and her hand to the side of it as she whispered to him in the only tongue he understood.
"I see you're playing favourites now, be nice to the dragonkeepers and the other dragons here Vermithor, and we shall ride to see Dragonstone soon enough. Calm, Vermithor"
Daenys stepped back from her dragon, bowing slightly to the great beast before her, before removing her gloves as she too walked toward the delegation that had arrived to meet them.
It was not a rarity for Viserys to greet her after her dragon rides or when she returned from Winterfell, but she did not assume him to be here - nor was he. Instead, she was greeted by Rhaenyra. Alongside her stood Rhaenys, Laena, Lyarra, the King's serpentine hand, and two other members of the small council - Lord Lyonel and Lord Lyman. She was not saddened or shocked to not see her eldest brother amongst the small delegation,but she was most angered to see Otto Hightower in his stead.
