A Liturgy of Ash [[HotD x dragonkeeper!Reader]]

"A dragon is not a cup of wine to be passed down from parent to child. A rider must be chosen by the gods or the dragon itself. If Vhagar chose the boy, then that is that. He paid for her in blood and so she's his as much as he is hers."

They call you Soot, or Ash, or Beast.

To the highborn lords, you are merely a silent, nameless stray who crawled out of the smoky Dragon Pit - a servant who speaks only the harsh, ancient tongue of Old Valyria to the beasts in the pits. They do not know that you understand every whispeder treason, every courtly insult, and every dark secret they utter in the Common Tongue right in front of your face. You let them believe you are a simple beast-tender, for you do not care for their iron chair or their petty crown. You only care for the fire.

In the shadow of the Hightower - the absolute stronghold of the Faith of the Seven - your very existance is a heresy. To young Daeron, you are his safe heaven, his maternal protector, and the silent keeper of his wildest Targaryen dreams. But to his cousin, Lord Ormund, you are a dangerous, pagan temptation. As the drums of the Dance of the Dragons begin to beat, Ormund's righteous disgust slowly warps into a toxic, hypocritical obsession. To justify his own corruption, he begins to whorship you as a holy trial - or perhaps, a goddess of his own ruin.

As the realm burns and your hair begins to turn a ghostly, bone-white from the terrifying toll of your ancestral blood-rituals, you must navigate a path between the boy who clings to you for his humanity, and the man who would tear down his own faith to cage you.

The Targaryens believe they are the masters of the sky. You are about to remind them who forged the wings.
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Ormund Hightower x dragonkeeper!Reader
Daeron Targaryen x dragonkeeper!Reader