Summary: During Rhaenyras absence Jace and Baela deploy you out to deal with the Blackwoods and the Brackens, atop Silverwing. You treat with Lord Benjicot and prepare for a battle with the Brackens. You both can't help the feelings that arise from working closely together.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, blood, blades, death(not mc), burning, foul language, political plotting, oral (f receiving), p in v
Authors Note: no bc i got caught up in the plot for a sec 😵💫, the rider dragon bond is diff than show, this was originally a one shot on my tumblr and I never stopped :)
Word Count: 6.2k
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"I'm done fucking waiting." Jace paces around the painted table cursing under his breath. Baela goes to Jaces side and offers him hushed words of support.
The council stares at Jace in anticipation to finally make an appearance in this war. Rhaenyra has been gone for days without so much as a word while Jace and Beala are getting eaten alive by the men surrounding this table. Daemon is doing Gods know what in Harrenhal while we're on the brink of battle.
"The Riverlands grow restless, my Prince. The Blackwoods and Brackens are at each other's throats. There's been no word from Daemon so we must assume no one is there to rally them together." Lord Massey states with a clipped tone.
"We must send a dragon to amass them to our cause. Or to help the Blackwoods defeat the Brackens. Regardless something needs to be done and soon." Lord Celtigar nods his head and looks around at his fellow vultures.
"Y/N take Silverwing." Jace turns to me. "Go to Raventree Hall. Speak with Bejicot Blackwood and do whatever it takes to get him and his men to join our other army. If you can get the Brackens to bend the knee: Great. If not: Burn them. We are done sitting aside in this war." Jace says with a boisterous voice.
"I heartedly agree with this decision." Lord Emmon nods his head along with the other Lords.
"Then I shall see you when I return victorious, brother." I smile to Jace. "Sister." I smile and nod to Baela before exiting the war room.
Once in my chambers I hastily pack a couple of bags. I change into my riding armor and place my sword in its sheath down my back. I dart down the stairs to greet Silverwing before anyone changes their mind on sending us out. My dragon and I have been itching to take to the skies and begin bending knees.
"Hello, my beautiful girl." I coo as I approach her and offer her pats. "We've finally been given leave." I say with a playful tone as she chuffs and turns to me.
I quickly mount her and she brings us to the lip of the cave. As she steps over the ledge she lets us free fall which always makes my heart drop. Her wings catch the breeze and we shoot forward as I wildly laugh while clinging to her.
During the flight to the Riverlands I keep my eyes peeled for any armys. I have yet to see anything concerning, but keep a vigilant watch nonetheless. We fly a couple miles away from Harrenhal, but we still faintly hear Caraxes high pitched song.
We thankfully hear no other dragons and have no vision on any army's as we begin our approach on Raventree Hall. Silverwing circles the castle and gives out a fearsome cry before landing on the outskirts of the city walls. I leave my bags attached to the saddle incase I don't receive the welcome I'm expecting. Once I make it to solid ground guards start to approach, but keep their distance as they take in my dragon hovering behind of me.
"I come as an extension of the Crown. I must speak with your Lord at once." I look to the guards expectantly.
"And which Crown might that be?" one guard is brave enough to question me.

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His Princess
FantasiaY/n Targaryen is the first daughter of Rhaenyra and the rider of Silverwing. She's willing to do whatever it takes to see her mother sit the Iron Throne. She was sent to the Riverlands to treat with the Lords. At first it was fun to flirt with Lord...