The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

38 - The Night King part 2

Rhaegar Lannister's pov

My mother had told us that the day she first rode upon her dragon was like nothing she had ever in any other situation she had ever faced.   My father Jaime didn't have the chance to experience these things because he didn't have the blood of the dragon.  I walked beside my mother while we made our way down into the dragon pit that was built into the castle of Sothoryos. "Now remember, my boy.  Dragons are very powerful creatures so you should do your best not to make one angry.  Otherwise he or she might want to burn you for it."

"I know, mommy." I replied to her, holding onto her hand the whole time.

My father was carrying my sister Luciya in his arms with his sword swaying about as he walked behind us. "Are you sure I should be down here, Vaella.  I don't have any dragon blood in my body."

"You'll be fine, Jaime.  Just don't draw your sword and you'll be fine." My mother reassured her husband, peaking back at him over her shoulder. Finally we entered the pit standing at the edge of the rock platform.  Squinting my eyes my mother pushed me behind her body when a medium sized dragon head made it's way through the darkness and another one was standing behind it a little ways off.  Mother raised her right hand up allowing me ro see the first dragon move forward and press his nose into her palm. "Sagon gīda, hāeda zaldrīzoti. Sagon gīda ( be calm, young dragons.  Be calm." )

"What do we do, mommy?" My twin sister asked her tugging on the side of her dress with her smaller hand now standing on the stone ground with me.

She slowly removed her hand grasping my hand in hers.  She slowly positioned my palm the way she had put her own whispering in my ear. "Just hold out your hand.  Let them come to you."

She did the same thing with my sister's hand where she peaked through her fingers of her other hand that was covering her face.  "Wow." She gasped when the golden dragon pushed its nose against her palm.

"What are you thinking of naming her?" Jaime asked her softly.

Luciya answered him. "Shireen."

"Rhaegar, what about you?" My father asked me.

Focusing my gaze on the eyes of the gray and blue dragon I replied to him. "Stormfly." That was how we became the riders of our dragons.

"Does anyone have a good story to pass the time of undetermined death?" Uncle Tyrion asked, causing me to stop my nerves pacing back and forth a few steps away from them.

Rhana was seated right beside Lady Sansa.  Chandler was asleep curled up against the wall and Luciya was just standing by our uncle keeping one hand on her sword looking so much like a female version of our father.  "Have you ever heard about how we got our dragons, Uncle Tyrion?" My sister asked him.

"Can't say I have, young niece.  Do tell?" The dwarf sat down on the stone ground before she sat across from him.

She put her hands down in her lap, excitement radiating off her facial expression. "Rhaegar and I were so nervous to touch them.  We obviously wanted to ride them but we had been told the story of people who tried to ride and had gotten burned alive.  So that was what we were really afraid of.   Our mother slowly had us touch our hands to the dragon's nose and let them come to our fingers."

"That certainly is an interesting story, Luciya." Tyrion ran a hand over his thick beard rather impressed by his young nieces and nephews.

Sansa lifted her head up swearing she had heard something off in the distance. "Did anyone else hear that?"