Fire and Sea

Eight

A/N: My love of writing this story is returning with some new determination. We are back for the second to last chapter for 'The Heirs of the Dragon'. I'm trying to take this story to new levels, so I hope you all will enjoy this book a whole lot more!

Also thank you for the attention you have shown 'Fire & Sea'! And one last thing, some of the previous chapters will be getting rewritten, they will be labeled 'Editing'.

Okay, enjoy!

Laenyll 

Laenyll slides down Mercy's wing, her knees nearly buckling upon landing. The back of her hand comes to wipe at her cheek. She brings her forehead up against Mercy's cheek before pulling away and giving her dragon a firm nod. Mercy pushes up against Laenyll before narrowing her eyes on the guards that await the Princess. She releases a rumbling sound in their direction, drawing some of the people to stiffen visibly.

Her foot slides against the dirt path as she presses her weight forward in an attempt to move. She feels Mercy's warmth at her back. Laenyll's hand finds its way to her chest, her fingers attempting to reach up to her necklace. Her shoulders sink as her eyes find the towering castle just past the city. Nothing really good comes from those walls is what Laenor tells her every night she makes it home. And now she's back.

He says she always appears defeated when she's back to Driftmark and not herself. He even continues to count the bruises and scars she comes home with and if more than before appear on her skin, he scolds her. Which to no surprise affects her more deeply than it should. And when she returned the day after the funeral, he couldn't even speak to her let alone look her in the eye.

And when he did speak to her, all he could do was throw curses her way for once again leaving him to care for someone else. It didn't matter that the Queen had gone to be with the gods, Laenor had enough of Laenyll choosing people over him. And she couldn't even fight back because it was true. She's been busy chasing after Rhaenyra's love but completely ignoring Laenor's.

The entirety of Driftmark heard Laenors shouts that day. And Laenyll did what she did best, she ran away back to Kingslanding, only to be met with more frustrations. Everything just seemed to build up continuously. Daemon's leaving at dawn. The person who continues to forge confidence out of her. And she still hasn't spoken to Rhaenyra since.

Laenyll turns her head and gestures for Mercy to take flight before she could change her mind. She feels bad upon summoning Mercy in the dead of night so that she could scream her frustrations to the gods. She watches Mercy as the beast retreats and pushes off to join the black sky.

 Laenyll's fingers wrap around the dark cloak on her shoulders. Her thumb finds a thin piece of fabric straying from her cloak. Two of her fingers roll the fabric in-between the pads as she stands there.

A sound behind her startles her out of the trance she fell into. She twists her body, coming face to face with one of the guards. Her eyes catch the glittering fabric of his cape. Since when does the City Watch fetch Princesses from out the lines of the city?

"What is it?" Her voice comes out colder than she intended.

Her eyes drag across his movements. His knuckles appear white on top of the handle of the sword at his side. He rolls his shoulders back as he tilts his head downwards towards Laenyll.

"Princess Laenyll, your presence is requested in Princess Rhaenyra's chambers at once."

Laenyll's head falls to the side slightly, feeling her chest burn with discomfort.