Ānogar ānograro
BLOOD OF MY BLOOD
Maegor Targaryen ended up having a son with Ceryse Hightower. The son was supposed to be the heir but was displaced by Jaehaerys Targaryen.
That son ended up creating a new cadet branch of Targaryens.
That branch en...
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Daerion shuddered as gusts of wind attacked him. He scrambled to tighten his hold on Aegarax's reigns. He felt gravity trying to drown him as the dragon shot straight towards the sky, using all his strength to stay upright.
Daerion's heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and awe as Aegarax's powerful wings beat against the wind, lifting them higher into the sky. For the first time in his life, he felt the full weight of his Targaryen blood coursing through his veins, as if the dragon's fiery essence had ignited something long dormant within him.
The rush of the cold air on his face, the sheer might of Aegarax beneath him, and the view of the world shrinking below filled him with an overwhelming sense of freedom and belonging. For so long, he had wondered if he truly belonged among the dragonlords, and now, soaring above the clouds on the back of a beast born from the blood of Vhagar, he felt undeniably, irrevocably Targaryen.
As they climbed higher, Daerion's laughter echoed across the sky, mingling with the roar of Aegarax. The world seemed so distant, so small—nothing but a patchwork of green and blue below. This was what he had dreamed of, the moment where he could claim his birthright, not just as the future Lord Arryn, but as a dragonrider, as a Targaryen.
As Aegarax came to a steady pace, Daerion closed his eyes. He let go of the reins and spread his arms out wide, trying to envelop himself in the wind.
But as the thrill of the flight consumed him, a shadow passed over Daerion's euphoria, a dark shape against the pale sky.
Daerion opened his eyes at the feeling of dread intruding his mind. Glancing over his shoulder, his blood ran cold.
Far below, yet unmistakably gaining on them, was a dark dragon. A dragon as black as coal and larger than Aegarax. Daerion furrowed his brows, trying to recall what dragon this might be. Only when Daerion saw his glowing, menacing green eyes did he know which dragon this was.
