The Targaryen Hybrid

The rescue

It had only been an hour since they took off, and the dragons started to land. The small castle was surrounded by dragons that growled threateningly at those inside.

Once the men got off the dragons, they were on, some were throwing up, others shaking. Lord Blackwood stood next to his son, looking around. He, too, was shaking from the ride.

"That. Was. Brilliant." Benjicot spoke out, as he appeared to be vibrating with adrenaline. His father just shook his head in disbelief.

"I love you son, I do don't get me wrong. But you scare me sometimes." He said, only getting a laugh out of him.

They walked over to Daemon with cannibal following behind as the dragons part for him.

Daemon stood on a large rock.

"GIVE ME BACK THE PRINCESS UNHARMED AND YOU SHALL HAVE A FAIR TRIAL. IF YOU DO NOT, YOU WILL DIE SCREAMING." He bellowed blood boiling. Wanting blood.

When he got no answer, he turned to his dragon and told him to catch and kill them slowly if they left. Until they returned. Then he took to the sky being followed by all but three who stood around the castle growling.

"TIME TO GET THE PRINCESS BACK!" He yelled to his men, the Blackwood's joining. I'm on the cheering, and they all drew their sword heading in. Cutting down any man that got in their way.

The fight went on for almost 4 hours until they had gotten everyone. Daemon and Benjicot covered in blood laughing like a maniac.

Once they checked the castle, they met up in the courtyard. One of the gold cloaks dragged a young knight with him. The young knight was beaten bloody. And thrown at Daemon's feet.

Daemon stalked to him, crouching down.

"Where. Is. She?" He spat slowly.

"She should be dead by now." He laughed in his face. "An abomination like her should have been dealt with at birth, not allowed to grow to the most she is now."

Daemon struck him. Angry at his words but needed him alive.

"Who ordered you to do this? You're going to die, so it doesn't matter if you say."

"The Queen and her father the hand." He laughed, waiting for his death, but it didn't come. Causing him to stop laughing.

Daemon began to laugh, realising what he wanted.

"Foolish boy. You thought I was going to kill you." He laughed more at the young knights face. "You're not mine to kill."

He got up and looked to his men.

"Time to check the dungeons." He said, heading towards the dungeons.

As soon as the door opened, they could smell the fresh blood and hear the russeling of chains along with a muffled roar.

Daemon rushed towards the noise, not ready for the sigh before him.

"Daenys." He whispered.

Daenys hung from the ceiling wrapped in chains and a muzzle of valyrian steel around her face. Her purple eye cut out as she thrashed against the chains, desperate to break free. A dead man at her feet as her tail swung around hitting anything close to her. She did not hear anyone come in.

Benjicot and his father Samwell joined the Prince and did the knight and gold cloaks, and they gasped what they saw.

"God's be good." Samwell whispered.

"The lowly lord was not found my Prince." A gold cloak informed him.

Benjicot was shaking in rage at what had happened to the princess. His princess. His further wife.

"I'll find him and make him pay." He said.

"No, I will release Daenys. She will find him and make him pay. First, I need that key that is near the body. She must have gotten her tail free just before and tried to get the key. Looks like he's wounded he won't get far without her hunting him down." Daemon put a hand on the young lads shoulder. "I need everyone to get back."

His men and the Blackwood's did as they were told as the Prince spoke in high valyrian. When he did not get a response, he began to sing the dragon song. He knew it calmed her like the other dragons, so he tried it now.

"Drakari pykiros
Tīkummo jemiros
Yn lantyz bartossa
Saelot vāedis
Hen ñuhā elēnī:
Perzyssy vestretis
Se gēlȳn irūdaks
Ānogrose
Perzyro udrȳssi
Ezīmptos laehossi
Hārossa letagon
Aōt vāedan
Hae mērot gierūli:
Se hāros bartossi
Prūmȳsa sōvīli
Gevī dāerī"
(Fire breather
Winged leader
But two heads
To a third sing
From my voice:
The fires have spoken
And the price has been paid
With blood magic
With words of flame
With clear eyes
To bind the three
To you I sing
As one we gather
And with three heads
We shall fly as we were destined
Beautifully, freely)

Once Daemon finished, she had almost stopped completely. So he spoke to her.

"It's me, my sweet dragon. I'm here with a few men. I'm going to get you down now."

She let out a low pained rumble, letting him know she heard him.

Slowly, Daemon approached taking the keys from the floor and unlocking her hands and wings. Catching her before she fell and hit the ground. He unlocked the muzzle that made a loud clattering noise as it hit the ground.

"Find the lord who did this to you and bring him back alive. we need him alive for now. Then he shall pay the price at your hands."

With that, she let out a thundering roar and took off in search of the lowly Lord. He could tell her wings are hurting her as they flapped unevenly. But he also knew she had too much adrenaline running through her as she hunted the man down.

Not even half an hour later, she returned with a badly beaten lowly lord begging for his like. When she dropped him, she stood in front of him, wings spread, tail whipping side to side, teeth bared at him as she roared in his face.

"You will answer for your crimes. Seven hells, you may even live if you speak and tell the king who ordered this." Daemon spoke in a calm tone that sent shivers down everyone back. "Why did you take her eye?"

"It wasn't me if was one of the other men. Please have mercy."

"I know you didn't take it yourself. I want to know why you did it?"

"He said as payment for Prince Aemond's eye."

That was when something broke in the princess as she took to the sky, meeting all the dragons that came to save her. Vhagar came to her, nudging her to land on her back. And she did, falling asleep while she held on.

Once they had their prisoners. They all headed back to the dragons who huffed before laying down for them to climb on and headed back to the red keep. The prisoners were in the clutches of the dragons scream for their life's.

As they flew, Daemon got close to check on Daenys as she lay on Vhagar's. Scarred cheek pointed to the sky. He knew it would be a long road, and if Benjicot was true to his word, Daenys would still get a good life.

Benjicot also looked to her, knowing he would have to do more to win her heart now. But he was willing to do whatever it took. To him, she was still as beautiful as ever, if not more so now. Even with one less eye.

Unfortunately, no one knew that a raven carrying the princess' eye was heading to the keep. Addressed to the queen herself.