Despite his obvious disapproval, her uncle reluctantly agreed to their departure. "Alright, let's go. And Valarissa?" He looked at her directly. "Don't count on me to coddle or console you on the journey, and don't complain if a dragon devours you."
Valarissa walked alongside her uncle with unwavering confidence, disregarding the need for any company. She boldly asserted, "I possess the skills to handle a dragon without assistance."
Her uncle, following closely behind, couldn't resist teasing her. "I recall a time when someone fled in terror from a tiny dragon and wept for hours."
Valarissa was overwhelmed with a combination of astonishment and shame as the memory resurfaced. The incident of her sister effortlessly taming Syrax, a dragon of moderate size, was etched in her mind. While she had fled in fear and cried inconsolably, unable to come to overcome the fear of existence of the dragon. This event had turned into a persistent source of mockery within the noble community, subjecting her to considerable ridicule as the Targaryen who is afraid of dragon.
She kept saying, "I was so young back then!" while picking up her pace. Her uncle chuckled in response to her words. Eventually, she reached her room, quickly packed her extra clothes, and handed a scroll to Cerdic, instructing him to deliver it to her father after the ceremony.
Valarissa quickly headed towards the Dragonpit, but not before making sure to change into a more suitable outfit for riding a dragon. She also brought along an extra set of clothes. As she approached, she noticed two Dragonkeepers standing nearby, along with her uncle Deamon and his mistress, who were standing next to the majestic dragon Caraxes.
As soon as she walked in, her uncle was soothing his dragon Caraxes, while also letting his mistress stroke Caraxe. She didn't pay much attention to the mistress, instead, her gaze was fixed on the dragon. It had crimson scales, a slender body, and a face that bore a wicked grin, much like her uncle's.
Valarissa approached Caraxes with a serene stride and remarked, "Bringing your mistress along, huh?"
"Why?, does it concern you that I am bringing my mistress along?" Deamon inquired, observing Valarissa's serene approach. Her once childlike and innocent princess demeanor had transformed into that of a genuine noble Dragon, evoking a fleeting sensation within him.
Valarissa approached Caraxe with confidence and gently caressed the dragon as if it were a playful pup. Despite her initial fear, being near Caraxes evoked a warm and familiar sensation, akin to being with family.
But the person who was truly astonished was Deamon, who had a profound connection with his dragon. This was the first time he witnessed Caraxes willingly allowing someone else to approach and even pet him without any interference from Deamon. Even Rhaenyra, whom he had personally introduced to Caraxes, wasn't so close to the Caraxes as Valarissa.
After the sun reached its peak in the sky, Deamon Targaryen, accompanied by his mistress and Valarissa Targaryen, ascended onto the dragon's mighty back. This experience was completely novel to her.
Despite her uncle's initial refusal to take care of her, he still held onto her small figure with one arm to prevent her from falling. As Caraxes made its way from the pit towards the entrance, Valarissa couldn't contain her excitement and nervousness as she sat at the front.
"Valarissa, do not fear it, experience it, the wind, the dragon, its motions, and sense the surge of blood as soon you have to ride one alone. And if you do not adapt your mind, you can never come back with one much bigger than mine" Deamon declared.
"I'm thrilled and anxious, uncle, but not scared," Valarissa corrected.
Caraxes swiftly ascended and gradually headed towards the renowned Dragonstone. The atmosphere was filled with eagerness and exhilaration as the Dragon soared above the city, with some residents pointing in awe and others trembling in trepidation.
Valarissa, full of spirit and awakened to her adventurous side, discovered a newfound strength within her ten-year-old body. She had always dreamed of the day when she would finally have the chance to ride a dragon herself, and today, that dream was about to come true.
As they left Kingsland and soared above the sea, a magnificent dragon with scales as red as blood accompanied them. The dragon's eyes shimmered with an otherworldly fire, reflecting the immense power and ancient wisdom it possessed.
Deamon gently released his hand that held Valarissa, ensuring she was secure and prepared for their flight. Sensing the excitement in the air, the dragon let out a deep rumble, spreading its wings wide as if eager to accelerate their journey.
Deamon couldn't help but be amazed at how quickly Valarissa was adjusting to the sudden change. It was as if she was born to be a dragonrider. As they soared higher into the sky, Valarissa's excitement and wonder were palpable. The wind tousled her hair, and she could feel the immense strength of the dragon beneath her, its wings beating with power. The world below seemed to shrink into a mere patchwork of fields and rivers.
Riding alongside his niece on his own dragon, Deamon kept a close eye on her. He had provided guidance to Rhaenyra in dragon riding, but Valarissa's adaptability surpassed even her. There was something truly extraordinary about Valarissa. Her bond with Caraxes was undeniable.
As they soared towards Dragonstone, the ancestral home of House Targaryen, Valarissa couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the land and sea below.
Time passed they soon The jagged cliffs and crashing waves, the ancient castle perched atop the island, all seemed to come alive from this new perspective, the evening sun bathed the sky Golden and surrounding have an ethereal beauty.
Finally, as the sun dipped below the horizon, they landed gracefully, the Castellan steped forward, Valarissa, her uncle and his mistress got down from.
Valarissa patted Caraxes like little puppy and for some reason Caraxes was extremely obident.