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THESUN shone brightly over the Red Keep, casting warm rays across the courtyard as Eleanor made her way through the familiar halls, her heart racing with excitement. Today was a day she had been waiting for—after weeks of being grounded, she and Daemon were finally granted permission to ride their dragons again. The thought of soaring through the skies on the back of her beloved dragon, Azeas, made her feel giddy.
Just moments ago, she had bid goodbye to Ser Joffrey after a lovely stroll in the gardens, their conversation light and easy. Yet, despite the charm of his company, her mind was already drifting to her brother and their long-awaited reunion with their dragons. She smiled at the thought of Daemon, his usual bravado and mischief shining through, and how they would once again be able to experience the thrill of flight together.
As she approached Daemon's room, her heart fluttered with anticipation. She knocked softly, but before she could step back, the door swung open, revealing Daemon, dressed in his riding gear, his violet eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"Eleanor!" he exclaimed, his smile wide as he stepped aside to let her in. "I was just about to head to the Dragonpit. You're right on time!"
Eleanor laughed, her spirits lifting further at the sight of him. "You're excited too, I see. I can hardly wait to feel Azeas beneath me again!"
Daemon grinned, his expression shifting into that of a mischievous child. "You think you can keep up with me this time? I've been practicing my tricks."
"Oh, please," she shot back, rolling her eyes playfully. "Just because you managed to do a loop last time doesn't mean you'll win. Azeas is the fiercest dragon in the skies!"
Daemon raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by her confidence. "We'll see about that. I hope you're ready for a challenge."
She stepped inside his quarters, taking a moment to glance around. Daemon's room was a reflection of his adventurous spirit—swords leaned against the walls, maps spread out on the desk, and dragon figurines scattered about, each telling tales of the legendary creatures they rode.
"Are you ready?" Daemon asked, pulling her from her thoughts. "The Dragonpit is calling our names!"
Eleanor felt a rush of adrenaline at his words. "More than ready! Let's go before they change their minds!"
They exited the room, their footsteps echoing in the stone corridor as they made their way to the Dragonpit. The air was filled with the distant sounds of the castle bustling with preparations for the day, but all Eleanor could think about was the freedom that awaited them in the skies.
As they reached the Dragonpit, the sight of their dragons took her breath away. Azeas stood tall and proud, his iridescent scales glinting in the sunlight, while Daemon's dragon, Caraxes, coiled in his pen, was a fierce yet majestic sight. Eleanor could hardly contain her excitement as she approached Azeas, her hand gently caressing the dragon's snout.
