Heir of the Dragon

Harrenhal

Rhaenyra and Addam made their way into Harrenhal, seeing the massive army inside its walls.

The crowd quieted as Daemon sauntered up, one hand on the hilt of his sword. And stopped in front of Rhaenyra.

"I wasn't expecting you."

Rhaenyra gave him a quizzical look. "That seems rather a lapse in foresight."

Rhaenyra gave a cursory glance around. "I see you have done well here."

There was a smile. "They are sworn to me, and not a moment to soon."

Rhaenyra looked up at him. "And to whom are you sworn too?"

The black ominous stone of Harrenhal came into view. She wasn't surprised to see Syrax and Seasmoke down where Caraxes had nested.

Jessica tried to maneuver Starfyre, but she settled herself right between Caraxes and Seasmoke all happy as can be.

Jessica giggled. "Are we happy now, Sweet Girl?"

She dismounted, patted Starfyre and began to make her way up to the castle. Caraxes stretched his neck, cutting Jess off.

Jessica smiled, taking the dragon into her arms and pressed her forehead against Caraxes. "Yes, I've missed you too, Sweet Boy."

Caraxes pulled back, looking at her. Snorted and the rose into the air, Starfyre and Syrax in pursuit.

Daemon had remained thinned lip, momentarily silent, before the dragons roared, landing on the turrets above.

Rhaenyra watched Caraxes land first, followed by Syrax, then...

"Starfyre." Rhaenyra beamed.

Daemon immediately whipped around looking at the three dragons.

"I'll go retrieve her!" Addam called to Rhaenyra and raced off before anyone could protest.

"I think I'll help." Lord Simon Strong followed after Addam.

Jessica was still standing and smiling, seeing the trio happily reunited when she heard the familiar voice.

"Rhaenyra will be well pleased to see you've arrived..." Addam trailed off seeing her face. "Please tell me that's not what I think that is."

Jessica gave a small, sympathetic smile.

Addam huffed, "Jess what are you doing?"

She wrapped her arms around herself. "Putting off the inevitable."

Addam went to open his mouth, when a man, gray hair, early 60s, settled next to him. "I am the castllan, Ser Simon Strong, Princess."

Jessica smiled and gave a nod, "it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, good Ser."

"Welcome to Harrenhal, Princess."

Addam looked to Jessica. "I'll go and warn her."

"I would -" Addam had already raced off. "...nt. Well that's going to go swimmingly."

"Allow me, Princess." Simon Strong extended his hand ushering her to follow him.

Rhaenyra looked over as Addam approached her. "Where is she?"

"Coming." Addam pressed his hands together and took a breath. "There's no easy way to say this, Your Grace."

Rhaenyra turned to fully look at her companion. "Then I suggest making it quick."