Chapitre 2: shock of the realm
AN: here we see little aenar become famous at just a week or so old. The cannibal could definitely fly from Dragonstone to runestone quicker than that. But I'm gonna let him take his time. Eat. Prepare. For he has a hatchling to protect. This will also give me the opportunity to do the reactions from around the realm. Hope you enjoy. Probably a short chapter. Any who are familiar with my writing style knows this is how it is early on. 🤷🏼
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??? Pov runestone, the vale, 98 AC
After a week of preparing while making my way to the place my hatchling rested, I finally see my destination.
I decide to let him know I've come. For nobody will hurt him while I draw breathe and let loose fire.
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3rd Pov
The castle of runestone and surrounding areas are awoken by a baleful roar that echos off the mountainous surroundings.
The people rush from their homes, guards scramble to man the walls, and the prince of the realm mounts his blood wyrm, ready to fight if needed. Though such a thing was undesirable once the black beast was identified. The cannibal. A big step is every bit the size of the great kings bronze fury.
He came spinning towards the ground like a fallen black star towards the keep.
All held their breath thinking it to be the target of the baleful green flames the beast was famous for.
Only for their mouths to gape in shock as the beast quickly spread its wings and made a graceful descent to the ground. He then ran towards one of the towers.
Although the small Folk didn't know where he was going, all the guards did. Prince Aenar's chamber.
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RHEA
I see the baleful green eyes of the cannibal lookin through the window of my sons chamber. All the maids in corner behind me holding aenar to shield him from the flames I know are coming.
I see caraxes making his way toward the tower. 'If nothing else, daemon will protect aenar,' my mind soothes for me as I see the red dragon get closer to the black one.
Only for all the fear to be replaced by confusion when the beast looking into the window lets out a soft growl/purr That seems out of place on such a fierce creature.
From behind me, I hear my son let out a joyful screech of his own and begin to babble incoherently. I wish I could understand him but I don't think he's too young, however, the black beast answers him in-kind. Another soft rumbling noise followed by a snort that lets smoke smelling like burned flesh into the room.
Aenar just claps his hands, and I smile. But that fades as I hear daemons voice and caraxes subsequent screech, ""damn you beast. Get away from my son!""
At this sound, the entire demeanor of the lack dragon changes. What went from something so soft became as hard as Valyrian steel.
He lets out a deep, rumbling growl that this time sets my teeth on edge and rattles the bones in my chest as he turned to face caraxes.
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???? Pov
I turn to see the scrawny wyrm coming upon me. Though I'd noticed his presence when I arrived, I didn't pay him any mind. For he was no true threat to me.
My only concern was seeing my hatchling.
The rough voice of the red wyrm breaks my pondering as I see him and the boys father arrive.
"You will be gone. The hatchling is under my protection."
Pure lava boils my veins as i release my flames into the sky. The green turning the early morning dawn into high noon for a moment.
I answer him, "he is MINE. Step away before I show you the difference between a dragon born in the motherland and one born in the snakes pit."
He hissed back. Bringing his own crimson flames to bear as he speaks, "you will not hurt him."
I want to kill this fool. Did I not just say he was mine? Yes I kill other dragons because the amount of magic in the world is severely damaged after the big fire. It's so i can survive to find this hatchling. My rider.
My anger is fully realeased now. I roar at him, "HE IS MINE. MY HATCHLING. GET AWAY!"
To emphasize my point I draw a line with my fire in the earth beneath us. The message is clear, cross and die.
I see him looking at me before my words click and he realizes what I'm saying. With a slight bow of his head no human would notice, he retreats.
I huff out a breath and return my eyes to my hatchling cradled in the womens arms i believe to be his bearer. No matter. He is mine now.
I see those beautiful purple eyes looking back at me and one thing is clear, 'I'd burn the world for you little dragon,' I croon out to him in my softest rumble.
He clapped his little hands and begins babbling to me about his day and the annoyance of not being able to move. The young one is smart. By the time his legs work I doubt anyone will keep us apart.
'Be patient little one. Ever hatchling has to grow slowly. We will meet and connect for true soon. For now though, build your strength and prepare your mind. I will keep you safe.'
I swear to him before laying under the tower he stays in, ready for any and all threats.
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KINGSLANDING, BLACKWATER BAY 98AC
JAEHAERYS POV
As the last petitioner has been answered, i signal Ryam redwine to announce the court is over. However, as soon as he opens his mouth the door to the throne room busts open. I see the steward of the maester with a piece of parchment in his hand.
After a deep bow from the lad and handing the parchment to ryam, the lord commander brings it up the steps of the iron throne to me.
Breaking open the 3-Headed dragon schedule of my house I read something that shocks me. The cannibal, who disappeared from Dragonstone a week ago, has apparently made a new home in rune stone.
My reading is broken by the words of alysanne, "husband? Is everything okay?"
I smile at her and decide this is news better discussed between us before we announce it to the realm. I nod and then make my way down the steps with a signal to ryam to continue his announcement.
"His grace, king jaehaerys Targaryen, declares todays court over."
As we walk back to the small council chamber I can't help but need to see such a thing for myself. Never had it been written a baby being able to tame a dragon daemon claims to be every bit the size of vermithor.
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3rd pov
2 days later , the realm is shaken to its core with the knowledge that prince aenar Targaryen, barely a week old, had claimed the most fearsome mount in westeros.
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AN: let me know what you think. A shorter chapter I know. I know. Just read and tell me what you thought about what IS on the page.
Have a good day.
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