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SPOOL OF FLAME, SPOOL OF SEA, AEMOND TARGARYEN chapter one. a dragon egg for a new babe
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IT WAS QUITE hard for Saera Velaryon to remember what life was like before becoming a dragonrider. She never particularly wanted a dragon as one would think, at least she wasn't desperate for one. Saera had been contempt with being grounded for the rest of her life and travel the world via ship and sea if that was what the Gods had in store for her. But once she had gotten a taste of what it was like to fly atop a dragon of her own, she didn't want to go back. Her love for the sea and sea travel still remained steadfast, but dragonriding quickly made its way to the top.
THE CRIMSON DREAD always shrieked out of joy when she took to the sky with the small brunette, vocally expressing the she-dragons content and excitement of flying with her rider. Saera was quick to realize how much the crimson creature loved flying. The fearful dragon practically whining whenever her rider had to cut their flight together short for the Princess' studies. The female dragon only seemed to have a soft spot for the young Velaryon girl, growling and snapping at anyone else that dared to get close.
UPON REACHING THE dragonpit of Kings Landing the first time Saera Velaryon claimed and flew her dragon, screams of terror had broke out as the townspeople thought the vicious beast had decided to descend upon their town for a midday snack. Rhaenyra Targaryen, Saera's Mother, had rushed out to see what all of the commotion was about. The poor woman gasped out in fear as she saw her only daughter atop of the Crimson Dread, tightly gripping onto one of the various of spiked horns the dragon had covering its neck as she rode and landed the beast without a saddle. Rhaenyra nearly had a heart attack and two at the sight, quickly urging her daughter to jump from the beast and onto solid ground.
AFTER ALL THE excitement and commotion of Saera and her dragons arrival to Kings Landing had died down, it was only then that Saera herself and her Mother had realized the kind of similarities the deep red dragon had to Princess Rhaenys Targaryen's own dragon. The two were nearly identical in every way. It had then been concluded that the Crimson Dread was in fact a result of the only egg Meleys had laid near a handful of years ago. Albeit the swirling rumors of Saera and her brother's bastardy, Rhaenys did not need any confirmation that Saera was her Granddaughter. The fact that the Crimson Dread had chosen her as its rider was a fact in itself, it being from Meleys' clutch only made it the more obvious that Saera was from Rhaenys' blood.
