𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒, the house of the dragon.

chapter thirty, unpleasant shivers.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,
- UNPLEASANT SHIVERS -

The light of the moon shone down on Abaraxas' large body that created a huge shadow on the surface of the dirt beneath the beast. All that could be heard was the dragon's low purring and groans, as her rider gently petted and showered her in affection.

Lately, Visenya hasn't been riding her dragon, and has instead, kept her long distance. It was something that agitated Abaraxas greatly, and the big girl found herself hating her rider during most nights - for the only thing that bounded them when they weren't together was the pain and agony that the Princess was put through.

As if Visenya could feel her dragon's internal distress, the woman lent the entirety of the front of her body against the side of her dragon's face, just beside Abaraxas' scarlet eye that watched her every move like a predator.

"īlon jāhor ūndegon each tolie tolī." We will see each other more. Visenya quietly whispered beneath her breath. Her voice was thick with her heavy accent as she spoke her words through the ancient tongue. "Mirros jāhor massigon aderī. Nyke kostagon feel ziry." Something will happen soon. I can feel it.

Something that sounded like a small whine would leave Abaraxas, as the beast nudged her head further into his rider's body - as if she were trying to respond with the mere motion itself, and she really did try.

But as expected, Visenya couldn't quite understand what it was she was trying to say.

"Yn syt sir, nyke jāhor ivestragon ao geros ilas." But for now, I will tell you goodbye. The Princess nuzzled her forehead and nose against Abaraxas once more, in which her dragon had lent into her touch, before Visenya finally pulled herself away and gestured for the dragonkeepers to step forward and guide Abaraxas into her cave.

A gentle thud came from close by, and Visenya instinctively brought one arm up to cover her eyes from the must and dirt that came with the small breeze.

Nymeria patted Blackwing's dark scales and quickly dismounted her dragon. Once her feet finally met the solid ground with a soft thud of her own, the young woman approached her mother with a soft smile. Her breathing was a bit heavy and uneven from the adrenaline of her night ride, but she was more than ready to calm herself and return home by carriage.

"I apologize for my late return, Muña." Visenya gently took ahold of her daughter's hand, and Nymeria smiled a little more as she walked alongside her mother towards the awaiting carriage. "Laenor was out there with Seasmoke, and everything ended with a challenge."

A challenge. Visenya turned her head to look at her with a gentle smile, and quietly chuckled in amusement. "A challenge with your betrothed?" She quietly bemused. "That is a good way to start a marriage, my heart."

Upon her mother's pleasant response, Nymeria grinned while Visenya encouraged her to step into the carriage first, while Ser Edmyn quickly seated himself onto the saddle atop his brown horse with ease.

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"I'd advise that you keep a keen eye on the Princess, Ser Erryk." Once they had reached Nymeria's chambers, Visenya gently released her daughter's hand and glanced at her daughter's sworn knight for the night. "She is still quite awake from her ride, i'm afraid."