Dragon Princess || Aegon II Targaryen

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 12

That egg was magnificent.

And as the moons passed, it grew even more beautiful. Perhaps it was her eyes that made it more so, or maybe it was her touch on the shell that reassured her that the life inside of it was about to emerge, ready to capture, not only her heart, but also Karnax's, and maybe even the world's.

Rhaenys loved coming there. Visiting the Dragonpit to see the one who held a piece of her heart and her future offspring. She loved to take Karnax out of that prison, to feel her approach, seeking her touch, trusting Rhaenys more than her own shadow. And, knowing that Karnax trusted her enough to let her hold that beautiful egg close to her heart, as if she were cradling her own child, warmed the princess's soul.

There, in front of her, was a true mother. A mother who wouldn't let anyone, besides Rhaenys, even touch the egg.

Rhaenys knew that dragons wre not mere servants, as many believed. They had consciousness, they could think. So, as she looked at Karnax, she wondered if the dragon saw her as family. An unbreakable family that included Sunfyre, who was still very young and for whom Karnax had taken on a maternal role.

It was like a song written for all to remember. The dragon and her egg, found because the Gods willed it, forming a family with the children who discovered them.

A beautiful song.

A wonderful song.

A song that Rhaenys couldn't stop thinking about as she touched the massive snout of her dragon, who leaned closer to her rider, seeking her touch.

Not far from there, the Elder Dragonkeeper couldn't help but notice something so mundane to Rhaenys that the princess hadn't even realized it. Something that left the old man wide-eyed, alarming the Acolyte, who rushed over to him, questioning what had happened.

"Dorzālta," he whispered, ensuring that no one else heard or saw.

The simple word was enough for the young Acolyte to look in the direction his superior was pointing, seeing the young princess with the egg in her hand. An egg resting in a bed of burning coals, the nest that would germinate the life inside. Coals so hot that no one could touch them barehanded. Yet, there she was, holding it effortlessly.

Aye... Unburnt indeed.

Could it be true? The princess sitting there, her back to them, could she truly be unburnt? Was it really possible? But how? Perhaps the myths were true. Perhaps the divine blessing of Gaelithox, the God of fire, stars, sun, moon, and twilight of Old Valyria, was real. A blessing that allowed those of his blood to walk through flames and achieve glory in his name.

But Rhaenys, of all people? One of the children with Hightower blood? How could the princess share the blood of an Old Valyrian God when her blood wasn't entirely Valyrian? What made her more deserving? What made her more worthy than all who came before her?

They didn't have the answers. Perhaps they never would. But both knew they had to keep this secret, at least for now. After all, neither of them trusted the Hightowers, aware of the family's thirst for power. Moreover, their loyalties laid with King Viserys, so only he deserved the answers. Until then, the dragonkeepers refused to turn the young princess into a pawn for Otto and Alicent Hightower.

With a silent agreement formed, the two continued their tasks, allowing peace to reign in the Dragonpit, blessed by the soft Valyrian lullaby the princess sang to the enormous Karnax.

"Drakari pykiros.. Tikummo jemiros.. Yn lantyz bartossa..." sang the princess, in a tone so soft it was barely audible, yet those who watched her, especially Karnax and the being within the egg, heard it as if the heavens themselves were singing for them. "Saelot vāedis... Hen ñuhā elēni, perzyssy vestretis..." She continued, watching the dragon calm down and enjoy her touch, until a noise from the main door broke the tranquility, making Karnax alert for any possible attack.