She was not afraid anymore.
The golden eyes were fixed on hers, and despite the uneasiness within them, something in the connection between the princess and the dragon felt right. As if it was predestined.
Rhaenys had never seen anything so beautiful. So massive, nearly the same size as Dreamfyre, yet possessing a unique and wild beauty. And it was calling for her!
However, before Rhaenys could take a step in the dragon's direction, she felt a hand grasp her arm. Looking back, she saw Aegon, his eyes wide with fear of what that imposing dragon might do to his sister. Perhaps Rhaenys had never seen so much fear in her brother's eyes. Yet, trusting her instincts, she freed herself and took a step forward.
The dragon, however, was ready to defend himself despite not being able to fly, bite or simply move, agonizing in pain. Only dragonfire could protect himself yet, even if he was able to incinerate the two young beings before him, the fearless princess surprised him. Rhaenys approached without fear. Without hesitation. With caution, yes, but with an unyielding determination in her heart.
The amethyst of Rhaenys' eyes never left the dragon's golden ones, being able to see her own reflection through his eyes. The dragon sensed the princess' unbreakable strength, the fire running through her veins, a fire that mirrored his own, making him bring his muzzle closer to the princess. It was a bold move of the princess, indeed, as the massive dragon had enough power to end her life with a single bite. Yet he didn't. He merely approached enough to let Rhaenys' hand rest gently on him.
Rhaenys felt a wave of emotions run through her body as she touched the dragon. There was pain, suffering, but also a profound sense of connection, a silent understanding between two beings marked by destiny. The dragon's heat was intense, almost able to burn anyone's skin. But not hers.
She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the life pulsate beneath her hands, the slow, deep beat of a powerful heart.
The dragon's breathing became calmer, his body relaxing under Rhaenys' gentle touch. It was as if he, too, felt the same connection, an invisible bond forming between them. They both felt completely at peace.
Aegon, immersed in fear, watched the scene with a mix of incredulity and relief. He could see his sister's unwavering confidence, the serenity on her face as she touched the beast. And in that moment, he knew that the time had come. The moment Rhaenys had longed for since birth. The beginning of an alliance, a bond forged in the fire of Old Valyria.
Rhaenys opened her eyes and smiled, a small smile, but full of promises.
"Burās daor," (Don't worry) said the princess, confident the dragon would be able to understand her. "Baelinna," (I'll help you) the princess reassured, stroking the dragon's muzzle one last time before turning to Aegon and asking, "Run to the gates and ask one of the Gold Cloaks to bring the Dragonkeepers, please."
"I'm not leaving you alone!" Aegon said, a dark expression on his face, marked by worry. A concern that was misinterpreted by the dragon, who roared menacingly at Aegon, making him take a step back, fearful.
"Don't worry, Aegon. Just go, please," she asked again, with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "He's in pain," she concluded, turning her gaze back to the magnificent creature before her.
Despite his reluctance, Aegon accepted his sister's request and ran towards the nearest gate. He had never run so fast, the fear of what might happen to Rhaenys if he took too long driving each step.
Rhaenys, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned with what might happen to her. Her eyes were fixed on the dragon lying before her. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. Wonderful in all its grandeur and majesty.
The touch of the princess's hand on the dragon's muzzle was a moment of pure magic. The scorching skin under her fingers was fascinating, a mix of raw power and vulnerability. The dragon, in turn, momentarily forgot his pain, realizing that despite his vulnerable state, he was safe.
That tiny figure before him was his soulmate, and both, in that instant, felt complete.
"Ȳgha iksā" (You're safe) she whispered, caressing the creature before her, trying to comfort it and ease its pain.
It shifted from side to side, or at least tried to, limited by the pain of its injuries, as if trying to draw the princess' attention to something specific. Its snow-white body trembled with the effort, the scales reflecting under the sunlight, with a bit of gold on its wings shimmering in the same light.
Rhaenys watched intently, intrigued by its agitation. Then, with a tremendous effort and a slight groan of pain, which seemed like a dagger through the girl's heart, the dragon moved its heavy, wounded body just enough to reveal something.
It was then that Rhaenys saw, nestled between the wing and the massive body, something that made her gasp in surprise. Nestled close to the wound on the wing was an egg. A beautiful egg, a deep dark blue like the night sea, with a mysterious and captivating sheen.
She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening. The egg was partially covered by a layer of dust and dried blood, but its smooth and shiny surface was still visible. Rhaenys slowly crouched down, her gaze fixed on the egg.
The dragon was a she-dragon. And a mother. A mother protecting her future offspring, only revealing her most precious secret after gaining trust in the girl.
Carefully, and studying the dragon's reactions, she approached the egg, touching it lightly, afraid not only of breaking it but also of hurting the dragoness. The egg's surface was cold to the touch, contrasting with the dragon's scorching heat. And Rhaenys could swear she could feel life pulsating within the egg, a vibrant and promising energy.
Rhaenys gently took the egg, cradling it close to her chest as if she were holding her own child, and approached the dragon's muzzle again. Touching her face and feeling the warm breath from her nostrils, the princess could only smile. "Ȳgha issa," (It's safe) she promised, watching the dragon lay its head on the ground, seemingly able to rest now that her child was safe.
And so they stayed there.
Rhaenys, sitting beside the majestic dragon, felt a profound bond forming as she protected and observed the small egg. Her fingers gently caressed the cold, shiny surface, and she could sense a subtle energy emanating from it. It was as if the egg was already alive, choosing the young Targaryen.
The she-dragon, meanwhile, rested. Its large nostrils exhaled clouds of warm air, mingling with the surroundings.
Nothing about the scene was rational. Rhaenys shouldn't have been so at ease with the dragon. And the dragon shouldn't have trusted the princess so completely. But this was precisely what everyone spoke of: a bond that transcended reason.
And Rhaenys had never felt so complete in her life.
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Dragon Princess || Aegon II Targaryen
FantasíaTo some, she was just another princess who was kind, generous and had ethereal beauty. To the smallfolk, she was a dream and too good to share blood with the fuckers who rule Westeros and disgraced their lives. To Aegon, she was the love of his lif...
