Inviolable Bindings | Aemond & Aegon II Targaryen

Chapter 49

The tension could have been cut with a knife, even through such darkness.

"​​Ribazmoqitta riña." One of the dragonkeepers spoke from behind her. Foolish girl.

"Kostilus, nyke nūmāzma daor ōdrikagon," she spoke with desperation in her voice. Please, I mean no harm.

"Emā ribazma ojūdan," he seethed. You have lost your mind.

The disgruntled sounds of more than one dragon reverberated through the stone walls of the Dragonpit and two of the dragonkeepers began heading towards the building chaos. A spear was kept level to her chest with focus, the man's eyes staring sharply through her as he weighed the consequences of her presence.

A bright flash of light came with the heat of dragonfire, lighting up the space down the ramps. The sound of yelling mixed with others shouting commands was evidence that whatever was happening below seemed far from under control.

"Skoros ēdas ao gaomagon?" He demanded, his voice rough with frustration. What have you done?

Viserra met his eyes, narrowing her own. Truthfully, she hadn't done anything. She was not even sure what he was talking about but whatever it was, she intended to use it to her advantage. "Ñuha zaldrīzes āeksio iksan," she replied. I am my dragon's master.

Another dragon was heard louder and more forceful than the last. Smaller ones began screeching and squawking as well. The dragonkeeper grunted in frustration, his grip tightening on his spear as he seemed to be struggling with how to handle both her and the uproar beneath them.

It wasn't until one of the other dragonkeepers rushed back up the ramp, that he seemed to budge on his initial intention of keeping her barred from the dragons.

"Zaldrīzoti rȳbagon gaomagon daor," the man shouted, his face soiled with soot and eyes wide with panic. The dragons will not listen.

The heat of another blast of dragonfire warmed the already hot air and illuminated both of their faces. Finally, with a reluctant nod, the dragonkeeper signaled something to the other and the sharp prod in her back urged her forward.

Viserra focused on keeping her breath steady as she walked between the two men to where the dragons were housed. The heat intensified and though the chaos had lessened some, it was evident that many of the beasts down there were still quite agitated.

When they reached the bottom of the ramp, Rhyn's cry echoed through the cavern. This time, however, it was filled less with frustration and rage, and more of desperation. Her eyes darted around watching the dragonkeepers stationed at the entrance to each dragon's cave. They all continued to shout out commands with their spears drawn, attempting to calm the uneasy beasts.

They took her down one of the largest corridors where two charred corpses lay still smoldering on the ground. A smug sense of satisfaction crossed her mind, knowing that her dragon was not afraid to inflict such a fate on those who kept him chained. She knew that as soon as she could free him from the bindings that kept him imprisoned, they would have no problem getting out.

As they came upon the cave where he had been held, Viserra's breath caught in her throat. The beast began to thrash wildly against the chains that bound him, his large body straining against the restraints and crashing into the wall next to him.

Without warning, a sudden blast of dragonfire filled the air, the force of it all so intense that it drove the dragonkeepers and Viserra to the ground. They all held still for a moment as the heat took its time dissipating from above them. Slowly, each of them uncovered their faces to see the wild dragon before them.