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NEXT morrow has arrived as Aelora made her way to the Dragonpit. The Queensguards bowing their heads as she passes them with a kind smile. She notices a woman with darker features to which she recognises as Mysaria, the one her mother has been telling her about. An ally from King's Landing.
Aelora sends her a small smile to which the woman returns. The Princess watches her go down the corridor, an idea flashing her mind. However, she brushed it away and continued to the pit. Once she arrived, the Dragonkeepers call to Vermithor upon noticing the Princess.
Vermithor slowly appears from the darkness below, low growls escaping him. "Lykiri, issa valonqar." (Calm down, my boy) The Bronze Fury upon hearing the kind and smooth voice of his rider lowered his growls and moved forward, lowering his snout towards her. Aelora smiles at the bronzed dragon and runs her hand through his scales.
"Good morrow, sister." Baela said, making her way to her sister. Aelora turns her head to her, keeping her hand on Vermithor. "I hope you had your rest, Baela."
"I did. However, I heard you had not." Baela responded, taking a deep breath and folding her hands in front of her stomach. Aelora took a sharp breath, remembering yesterday's accident and let her hand fall as Vermithor moved to the side—waiting for her. " 'Tis certainly a tragedy. Ser Erryk was very loyal to Her Grace, may he rest in peace."
Baela nodded to her statement, agreeing. Aelora made her way to Vermithor, climbing onto her saddle. "I'll wait for you outside." She informed as Baela nodded. "Ivestragī's jikagon, uēpa valonqar." (Let's go, old boy)
Baela giggled at her sister's jokes and a small screech of annoyance by her dragon as Vermithor obeyed his rider and flew out of the Dragonpit.
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After half of the day flying and patrolling the skies, Baela and Aelora rested down while Vermithor and Moondancer finished their lunch. Pigs.
"I am happy that Ser Crispin hasn't made his move, but it really is boring out here." Aelora spoke, laying down on the grass with Baela joining her. "Ser Crispin?" She said and the two began laughing at the nickname.
"Come on, old lady, we must return home." Baela spoke and sat up, lightly slapping Aelora's leg. "I am not old!" She responded in between laughs.
"You are almost 21 of age! Older than your own uncles!" Baela said. Aelora sent her an offended look, "I might start calling you Reborn Rhaena. I'm waiting when thousands of men will wish for your hand and you will burn them all, just like Queen Rhaena did with her husband."
Aelora scoffed in shock and playfully hit Baela's back. "That is actually a compliment." The Princess assured.
The two sisters mounted their dragons, and with smiles on their faces returned to Dragonstone. But what they didn't expect is for Rhaena, their sister, to be sent away.
