A Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter Three

While Daemon was off who knows where, Verena set out to the crypts, to either die or claim a dragon. Her mother came from a Targaryen line, she spoke the language, she bore children from the rogue prince, he would say a pure Targaryen.

As she walked down the steps, Merikh shrieked echoing down the halls, Verena then sang the song that Daemon taught her in perfect Valyrian. She continued down hoping Cannibal would not be with his mate.

Two dragons was definitely worse than one.

As she made it down to one of the last floors, Merikh purple hue showed even through the dark. As she raised the torch, and finished the song, Merikh's strong jaw and menacing teeth barred at her.

"I lost my son.
I need your help for retribution.
I believe after all you have been through, I promise to keep you safe and feed you whatever you want."

Merikh moved forward growling as Verena stepped forward placing her torch on the ground, she looked to her right and saw a dragon tooth protruding out of her wing.

She felt her breath tremor before moving and against her better judgment continued to speak in Valyrian moving towards her injured wing, continuing in perfect High Valyrian.

"I can help you. That must be a painful.

I'm just going to free you."

Verena felt her hands around the tooth, keeping her eyes darting to Merikh, she breathed in and out and pulled, Merikh pulled back and roared moving her wings. Verena moved back to the centre as Merikh zoomed forward placing her nose onto Verena's hand.

"We're gonna fly now. Okay?
It's time to show the world why you are named the Purple Death."

Verena moved to her side and climbed up onto her back, no saddle made this more difficult. But she never thought this would be a possibility. She made it to the top and grasped two of Merikh's spikes, keeping her breath calm. She couldn't die. She couldn't leave her children motherless, it's a cruel fate. She couldn't leave Rhaenyra.

"Soves."

Fly.
One word and the start of the bumpiest steps towards the light, her hands held on for dear life as she gripped her thighs into Merikh. A soft trill left Merikh's mouth as she sped up jumping out of the crypts exit, Verena couldn't believe this was happening, there was no time for fear, she must stay gripped and remember her lessons from Daemon and Rhaenyra. Merikh's mass swarmed the skies as she propelled up and down, before leveling, a laugh left Verena's mouth as she felt tears build up in her eyes.

Her father said she would never be a dragon. Turns out she was already one. Rhaenyra and Daemon. The connection, the love. Daemon was not perfect but he would fight for his family. He was a puzzle she wanted to unlock fully but knows he holds back.

"Thank you, Merikh."

Rhaenyra ran out onto her balcony, looking up in bewilderment. She saw a smidge of brown hair riding Merikh one of the most fearsome dragons, saddle less and all.

Verena brought Merikh down to the ground, her legs like jelly as she jumped down patting her before standing in front of her,