Bastard Blood
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The dragon pit was dark, the only thing that you could make out was the huffing of dragons in their selected spots.
Saera made her way down the lengthy corridor, slightly limping, once she gets the end cove she smiles, "Rytsas dōna valonqar"
she feels the dragon move his head on top of hers, here heartbeat becomes steady and she feels at peace
"Ivestragī's jikagon naejot se jēdar shall īlon?"
Odeoss huffs against her skin and lowers his wing, allowing her to climb upon his back, Saera smiles and straps herself in.Within minutes they're up in the sky, flying above kings landing, Saera laughs and stretches her arms wide out, embracing the cold air that greets her.
A shadow follows above them, Saera glances up and grins, she sees Aemond flying above them,
"Sōvegon eglikta Odeoss" Saera shouts, and Odeoss responds, they're both flying upwards towards Vhagar and Aemond.
Both level with each other Saera faintly sees Aemond nod towards her and quickly darts to a little island near kings landing, curiously Saera follows.
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Once Odeoss touches the ground, Saera quickly unties herself and walks over to Aemond,
"Good flight?" she questions, turning her head towards him, though to her surprise he looks nervous
"Aemond?" She presses
He turns towards her fully and places a hand on her cheek, she subconsciously leans into his hand, "Lord Vaemond plans to come and question your brother's legitimacy as heir to driftmark" he quickly tells her.
Saera furrows her brows, "What, but Lord Corlys is not dead, they know Lucerys is his heir."
"Not all of driftmark believe that, he is coming on the morrow and so if your mother and brothers" Aemond replies, she hears a slight disgust when he mentions her brothers.
"Do you think that Lord Vaemond will be believed?" Saera asks honestly, "Since there have been questions regarding their legitimacy since they were born." she quickly adds.
Aemond doesn't say anything, he just looks at her, and she knows what he is thinking, how could she not. she thought that the questions about her brother's legitimacy decreased because of her hair, but she also knew of her fathers tastes, and her mothers likeness to a certain knight. it made sense but a small part of her wished that all those were rumours and that her and her siblings were true Targaryen's.
Saera huffs and bids Aemond goodbye and makes her way to Odeoss.
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Once back in her chambers he was surprised to see Aegon sitting on one of the couches. She pauses in the doorway, Aegons head lifts up and his face lights up,
"Saera i-"
"Don't, please just leave" Saera moves to the side, leaving her door on full display, Aegon furrows his brows, then closes his eyes and takes a breath. He walks towards her and just looks at her,
"I- I'm truly sorry for what happened" he spoke, looking at her face.
Saera just stares blankly and nods her head towards the door. Aegon nods and makes his way out. Once the door shuts behind him. She finally breaths out and her hand moves towards the scar he had left her with.
Sometimes, at the dead of night that scar would pound with pain, her heart would beat in her ears and her dreams would turn dark. And would always show the small shadow like creature with darkened skin and scales.
Saera makes her way the the seat Aegon previously sat on and grabs herself a cup of wine, she downed the whole cup and just stared into the fire, hoping she would see something.
Anything.
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