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"Send me a raven when you make it there my daughter" The king spoke as he held his sweet daughters hands in his grasp

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"Send me a raven when you make it there my daughter" The king spoke as he held his sweet daughters hands in his grasp

"Of course father" the heir spoke as she exchanged smiles with the king

The king then pulled her in his embrace feeling as his heart sank seeing his daughter leave

The mother and father soon broke into laughs as the king made jokes that only they understood

While the Princess and her father gave goodbye the young dragon was hiking up the hill to where her dragon sat

The day had been gloomy making the hike more pleasant

She admired the forest while she walked breathing in the fresh smell enjoying the chilly breeze that ran through her silver locks

She felt the earth beneath her feet breath as if it were a creature

She exhaled slowly as she met with her dragon

The huge black beast lifted her face from the ground meeting eyes with her rider her bright blue ones met with her violet ones

"Ilon henujagon ñuha dona riña" she spoke with ease as she ran her fingers down her dragons black scales that had hints of midnight blue (We leave my sweet girl)

The dragon purred in response shutting her eyes as she enjoyed the soft soothing feeling

Visneyas heart ached from the moment she awoke

Her heart felt empty she was still the same sweet girl but she couldn't help to feel something missing

"Visneya" The princess froze as she heard her name she turned slowly meeting eyes with another

The same violet eyes she held

"Your father sent me to help you all settle into dragon stone" The woman spoke to the princess

She did not recognize the woman but her black hair gave Visenya a image

Rhanys Targaryen her grandmother

"It seems we have never quite bonded my princess" the queen who never was spoke as she had her hands behind her back

A large dragon flew over the forest casting a dark shadow for meer moments

Meleyes the dragon who belonged to the princesss

"Your my grandmother" Visneya spoke with ease as she walked towards the princess

"I do blame myself for not having been there through your younger years but I was there when you were just a babe" a small smile crept on both the princesses face

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