ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Aegon and Helaena disappeared as the youngest complained of her hungriness.

They raced up back to the Keep, and their laughters and the roars of their mounts followed them until they were nothing but a tiny spot in the bright sky. Helaena had asked a hundred of times if I wanted to accompanied them, to have supper with them, to spend more time with them. But I had simply shaken my head, stretching my body still laying on the wet grass on the Gods Eye, and blew a kiss at her as she mounted Dreamfyre.

Aemond stayed with me, but it was not a surprise.

I knew he had noticed the change in my mood as I almost uncontrollably stared at Harrenhal, fighting the urge to bite my nails and doing my best to ignore the never ending screams that the wind brought to my ears. I couldn't even say if they were real or not. Whose they were, were they screams of fear, of pain, of rage. I could not know.

Under all the unstoppable loud noises, I could hear a mocking laughter, low and shivering. A laughter that reminded me of Alicent's. And the voice of my blood related uncle, Larys Strong. What he said, I could not tell. But his voice was as clear as the water before me.

Stormbreaker and Vhagar landed as both the youngest and oldest left us behind, stretching their paws and wings, and peacefully laying down to take the most comfortable of naps. It was cute, seeing how Stormy would curl up so his nostrils were against Vhagar's stomach. And even more as they both, already slightly asleep, would twist their tails, rolling them up to form a black and green single one.

"Can Vhagar lay eggs?"

Aemond brought his gaze to mine, cutely yawning, and rub his only eye with the back of the hand that wasn't running down my hair, for me to have comfortably lied my head on his chest the second his siblings abandoned us. I could've done it in front of them, but I wished not to upset Helaena, and I was not in the mood to deal with Aegon and his mocking comments and questions.

My dearest uncle briefly kissed my forehead before slightly arching his back to have a look of the two beasts behind us. It was rather comical, seeing how the Black was curling against the Green no matter the form. And he may had thought the same, because he slightly chuckled, pulling me even closer, and rested his chin on the top of my head after kissing it again.

"I do not know." He quietly said, smiling as I brought my leg to hug his waist. "How does that even work?"

"Do you need a reminder of how children are made, uncle?"

He raised his eyebrow as I lifted my head from his chest, playfully stroking the tip of my fingers down his chest. Yet he slightly chuckled when I loudly kissed his left cheek, slightly biting down the leather of the patch. It was so sad we were in Harrenhal and not our beach, I knew there was no way he would agree to take the eyepatch off.

Aemond pinched the side of my body with his pointing finger, tickling in the right place, and smiled with all and teeth as a giggle escaped my lips, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of my nose.

"I meant, Vhagar is almost two centuries old. Does it work the same for women than dragons?"

His hand made it's way to rest on the crook of my waist, sneaking it under the dress-shirt, and began stroking the skin of my back in such a delicate manner that threatened with making me fall asleep. The sun did not help either. It was so bright in the sky, and the wind was so poor, and the birds were so quiet, that everything was in the perfect way to have the most comfortable of naps. Exactly how both Vhagar and Stormbreaker were at the moment.

"Do I look like a dragon to you?"

"Mhm." He said, smirking in his cocky way. "When you ride me as you do Stormbreaker, pulling from my hair as if it was the ropes from his saddle and looking at me with those burning eyes of yours, yes. You do look like a dragon yourself."