"My brother is of Salt and Sea...my sister of Fire and Blood...for me I am of Fire and Sea, just like how I was born."
Follow along with Laenyll Velayron as she earns the title 'The Killer', how she becomes the Queen of the Tides, Lord of Driftmark...
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"Rhaenys, my mother, would not inherit the Iron Throne.
" The lords instead chose Viserys...Rhaenyra's father."
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IT IS NOW THE NINTH YEAR OF KING VISERYS I TARGARYEN'S REIGN. 172 YEARS BEFORE THE DEATH OF THE MAD KING, AERYS, AND THE BIRTH OF HIS DAUGHTER, PRINCESS DAENERYS TARGARYEN.
Cutting through the high white clouds and the blue sky, came Laenyll flying on the back of Mercy, her breathtakingly large dragon. Beneath them, her best friend Rhaenyra on her dragon Syrax. Not a care in the world came to mind when she was on Mercy. Maybe because flying made her focus on other things. Maybe because she felt free and the chains of expectation broke off when she was with her dragon. Nothing could touch her up here. Nothing.
The warm sun kisses her tan skin. Her long white curly hair formed into braids flowing behind her. Laenyll grasps firmly on her dragons bareback where a saddle should be. She hears Syrax let out a roar allowing Mercy to release hers.
Laenyll pushes for Mercy to level out with Syrax as they fly over Kingslanding and soar over the red keep. Feeling the cool air nip at her exposed skin, a smile presents itself on her face as her dragons wings beat at the air above the town. Laenyll takes in the size of her dragon once more. Her wings stretch from two far points of the town, her body casting a large shadow. She was the largest dragon in the realm, Vhagar coming close second.
Her eyes meet Rhaenyra's from a distance as their dragons direct forward.
They always made time to fly dragon back together whenever they could. Both being part of the royal family of both houses, a lot of boring responsibilities often prevented them from doing so. Today was different.
Syrax lowers to the weather ground first causing dirt to start to fly about. Mercy lands away from the area where everyone stood and perches herself on the small hill directly in front of Syrax. She's big, resulting in her needing a lot of space to land comfortably. Laenyll doesn't move and instead watches as the dragon keepers approach Syrax with wooden spears. One of them casts a wary glance behind them at Mercy. Mercy snakes her head down allowing Laenyll to have a towering seat. The eldest dragon keeper holds out his spear in front of one of the younger ones, preventing them from getting too close to the fire-baring beast in front of them.
