Game of Thrones: Season 8 and Beyond

Break the Wheel

A/N: Early long update because I was inspired! Enjoy!

Rhaea (do you guys like her pov)

Rhaea was confused, why was everybody rushing about at such an early hour? From her place on a roof with her tail hanging off the edge, she watched as many people hauled things around. Among them was her father, who held some sort of satchel. She wondered what it contained.

A puff of fire escaped her as she burped, her latest meal having been a hare just a few minutes ago. The poor thing didn't even see her coming, swooping down from the air and swinging it up into her jaws. She was almost big enough to swallow it whole.

The stones beside her on the roof crumbled down to the pavement below, announcing the arrival of one of her siblings, or hatch mates since they weren't technically related by blood. It was unlikely that they were laid by the same dragon, with such a difference in color. Rhaea swung her head to look, and saw that it was Daenon.

Daenon was smaller than her, probably because of his laziness to go and hunt as often as she did, but he was bigger than Aeryon. Aeryon's smaller size was a mystery, but she made up for it with her fierceness.

"What are they doing?" Daenon wondered, shifting over so he could crane his neck more easily to watch.

"It appears they are getting ready to depart from here, father amongst them." Rhaea responded with what she decided was happening. It would explain the bags people carried.

Daenon grunted, "Father's leaving? Where to?"

Rhaea's golden tail flickered. "I'm not sure. But look, he's stopped moving."

Her father's gaze seemed to look upwards, pausing when he noticed Rhaea and Daenon, but continuing above them. His face seemed to morph into concentration before it became relaxed once more. Rhaea was curious about what he was doing before she heard the rumbling roar of Rhaegal as he descended from above.

Rhaegal passed over them as he landed in the clearing, in front of Jon. Every time Rhaea saw him she was taken aback at how big he was. She couldn't wait until she was that big.

"Hey Rhaegal!" She hissed from her spot on the roof. Rhaegal, who was getting patted by her father, looked up.

"What," He grunted. In front of him, her father seemed to realize they were communicating and chuckled before getting back to work, loading things onto Rhaegal's saddle with straps to secure them.

"Where's father leaving us?" She asked him, while shifting her body into a seated position instead of laying down.

"He's not leaving you, you're coming with us." Rhaegal blinked. "We are going south to the important place where Jon and Daenerys will remain as rulers. We won't be back here for a long time, well you won't."

Rhaea was sad. She liked this place, and she liked scaring the people in it. Though she could probably do the same down south.

Daenon piped up. "Isn't that where Aeryon went the other night?"

Rhaegal gave a grunt in response. Out of nowhere, Drogon suddenly descended, where he landed in front of her father's mate, who Rhaea hadn't noticed before. She was carrying her father's children, which Rhaea was happy about.

Drogon sent a glare towards Rhaea and Daenon, causing her neck frills to expand in fear. She didn't understand why Drogon was so cold to them.