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Daeron left the Red Keep and headed straight for the Dragonpit.
"Mother's suggestion isn't bad, but it doesn't feel like it's really for my sake," he thought.
Out under the open blue sky and white clouds, his mind felt clearer.
Queen Rhaella's plan would definitely boost Targaryen prestige and put him in a powerful position.
But a move that dramatic would have serious consequences down the line.
"Father and Rhaegar can't be counted on, so she wants to lock me to the Iron Throne to keep the family stable?"
Daeron saw right through it.
Shaena was just another tool in Queen Rhaella's plan to control him.
She'd realized her husband and eldest son were useless and had no emotional hold over her second son, so she was using a marriage to Shaena to tie him down and remove every loose end.
She didn't care what Daeron or Shaena actually wanted, or whether it would piss off Tywin and the Tyrells.
Because Daeron had dragons. He could always crush any mess that followed.
"If you were willing to strip Rhaegar of his claim, I'd actually believe you meant it."
Daeron wasn't naïve. He quickly caught the real point.
His mother still treated him like the spare—the royal family's personal enforcer. She wasn't thinking like a mother at all.
As he walked, footsteps hurried up behind him.
"Prince, wait!"
Lord Corlton plastered on a smile.
Daeron turned.
Besides Corlton, Ser Gerold Hightower stood there in his silver armor and white cloak, along with Lord Owen. Owen gave an awkward grin, clearly wishing he were anywhere else.
"Prince, the thing is—"
Corlton started, ready to deliver the king's message.
"Skip the bullshit," Daeron cut him off. He opened the wooden chest, left the black dragon egg inside, and from the other two picked out the pale milky-white one. He tossed it casually.
"Whoa—careful!"
Lord Corlton fumbled wildly to catch the egg.
Daeron closed the chest calmly. "Tell my father this one's his. Tomorrow I'm marching on the Riverlands to crush the rebels for good."
"Huh?" Corlton blinked.
Daeron had no time to waste. He pointed at Lord Owen. "Come on. I was actually looking for you."
The raid on Pentos and the three dragon eggs were already common knowledge. His father Aerys wouldn't turn down one, so handing it over would buy smooth sailing for the campaign—no interference.
If Aerys actually managed to hatch it, bonus.
"Right behind you, Prince."
Lord Owen beamed and hurried after him like an eager puppy.
Noon. 12:00.
Dragonpit.
Shaena arrived looking fresh, wearing a well-fitted sky-blue split skirt over riding pants. She'd been invited to meet Daeron, who was busy working.
"Perfect timing, Shaena."
Daeron finished securing the straps on a new dragon saddle and stepped back from the gentle blue dragon.
Tessarion lay on the dark stone floor. An emerald-green saddle had been fitted to her back, lined with snow leopard fur. A special fireproof rope net hung beneath the stirrups.
"Prince, Princess, I'll take my leave," Lord Owen said, wiping sweat from his brow before wisely disappearing.
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Of course the new dragon saddle was another priceless treasure he'd pulled from the royal treasury. For extra comfort, he'd even contributed rare northern pelts.
Shaena paused, glancing at her own riding pants and the newly saddled blue dragon. It wasn't hard to figure out what was happening.
"Mother was right. Two people riding a dragon is way more intimidating than one," Daeron said.
He extended his hand openly.
Shaena's purple eyes shimmered as she placed her hand in his. He gripped it firmly.
"Hiss-graa!"
Tessarion was intelligent. She gave a low hiss at the young Targaryen pair and slowly backed up.
Dragons had wild hearts. They didn't submit easily.
Daeron led Shaena right up to the blue dragon, raising a hand to steady things. "Don't be afraid. Tessarion is gentle. She's not a mean dragon."
"I'll try it myself first," Shaena said softly. She pulled her hand back awkwardly and reached toward the dragon.
Daeron stepped back, watching both girl and dragon carefully.
Targaryens had the blood to tame dragons, but not every attempt succeeded. The worst case was a gentle rejection—no dragonfire.
"Hiss-graa!"
Tessarion's vertical pupils locked onto the silver-haired girl with a warning hiss.
Shaena closed her eyes. Her long hair whipped wildly in the blast, and the sharp sulfur scent filled her nose.
"Quiet, Tessarion!"
Shaena gathered her courage and commanded the blue dragon in perfect High Valyrian.
Tessarion closed her jaws and extended her head, studying the girl closely.
"Don't be afraid."
Shaena opened her eyes and boldly stepped forward. Her pale palm touched the dragon's snout.
Tessarion calmed. She glanced at Daeron, then her vertical pupils reflected Shaena's image.
Tap!
Shaena took the final step. Her hand rested on the blue dragon's jaw.
A strange, wonderful sensation flooded through her, like her soul had been cleansed.
The scales weren't cold like they looked—they were warm, rough like stone.
She studied the blue dragon carefully.
Tessarion was magnificent. Her copper-flecked bright vertical pupils, diamond-blue scales covering her body, copper tones along her jaw and belly, and matching copper horns and claws created the look of a masterpiece painting.
Her build was perfectly balanced. Those broad, powerful wings promised good speed and excellent stability.
Overall, she was outstanding.
"She's so beautiful," Shaena whispered, mesmerized. She cupped Tessarion's head with both hands and stroked the diamond-blue scales along her neck.
"Hiss-graa!"
Tessarion stopped hissing. A low rumble came from her throat as she slowly lowered her upper body. One wing braced against the ground, revealing the emerald saddle on her back.
Shaena turned in delight, looking to Daeron for approval.
"Tessarion has accepted you."
Daeron's feelings were complicated—like watching someone else claim the cabbage he'd carefully raised.
Shaena gave him a brilliant smile. "Thank you."
She released the dragon's head, turned, and hugged Daeron tight. Standing on her toes, she gently stroked his hair.
The girl's clean scent filled his nose, and her soft body pressed against his chest. His mood lifted immediately.
"I'll lift you up!"
Daeron wrapped an arm around her slim waist and easily tossed her onto the saddle, securing the locking chains.
It was Shaena's first time on a dragon's back. Her face went pale with nerves as she gripped the handles tightly.
"Don't be afraid. If you're scared, she'll bully you. You have to show her who's boss."
Daeron taught by example.
"Got it."
Shaena took deep breaths. She adjusted her split skirt and riding pants, settling into a proper kneeling position in the saddle's grooves.
The dragon saddle wasn't a chair but a specialized riding rig with slots for spread legs—designed to cut wind resistance and keep the rider from being too exposed on the dragon's back.
"Perfect!"
Daeron gave a mischievous grin, slapped the dragon's wing, and shouted, "Fly, Tessarion!"
The familiar High Valyrian command energized the blue dragon instantly. She took two running steps and launched into the air with powerful beats of her diamond-blue wings.
"Ahhh!!" Shaena screamed.
"Hahaha." Daeron laughed without mercy.
Little Shaena—calling me "big brother" like that—you really thought of me as your little brother.
Time to take you flying for real!
Shaena rode Tessarion out of the Dragonpit and straight into the skies over King's Landing. The smallfolk noticed immediately.
"Dragon!"
"Dragon!"
People looked up to see the magnificent diamond-blue giant with a girl in blue on its back.
"It's Princess Shaena Targaryen!"
"It's Her Highness!"
The vegetable seller had sharp eyes. She recognized the young princess and smiled warmly.
Dragons were symbols of the royal house.
Every new dragon rider—prince or princess—made the kingdom feel safer.
Red Keep, in one of the towers.
Varys stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, watching the princess and her dragon in the distance. He sighed softly. "Another dragonrider."
With Illyrio's fate sealed, the original plan was dead.
How much longer could he survive in this massive Red Keep?
"Dragon! Who's riding a dragon!"
Aerys pressed against the window, half his body hanging out as he stared at the soaring blue dragon.
Damn it—he'd only just received one petrified egg, and already someone was riding before him.
"Your Grace, please be careful," Ser Gerold said, quickly pulling him back.
Aerys struggled, nearly throwing himself out. "My dragons! Those are all my dragons!"
"Your Grace, calm down!"
Lord Corlton and Jaime rushed in, restraining the frantic king.
Maester Aemon sat quietly in the corner, observing. After a moment, he turned his gaze to the beautiful giant dragon soaring high in the vast sky.
"Good. One more dragonrider is good."
The old man smiled like a happy child.
The family's bloodline could continue.
He no longer had to worry about their legacy.
"Good children. All of them."
Maester Aemon smiled until his eyes grew misty. He wiped away a tear and whispered, "Egg, your descendants have dragonriders now. They'll carry on our blood. Can you see it?"
The sky was a perfect blue, clouds rolling like waves.
Shaena squinted against the wind. The dragon beneath her flew faster and faster, pushing past her comfort zone. Her heart raced as she leaned low to cut the wind resistance.
She remembered Daeron's words.
Dragons tested their riders. They'd bully the timid to measure their courage.
"Dracarys, Tessarion!"
Shaena gathered her courage and shouted the command.
"Hiss-graa—!"
A piercing dragon roar split the sky. The clouds above churned violently as fierce winds blasted through.
A massive crimson shape burst through the layers.
Daeron rode Caraxes out. His long, slender dragon moved like a crimson serpent, wings spread wide as it soared high and brushed right past Tessarion.
"Hiss-graa!"
Tessarion startled but recognized her father and brother. She didn't attack—instead she sped up.
Shaena jolted hard. Her slim waist nearly folded, but the locking chains saved her.
"Hiss-graa—!"
Caraxes appeared again, surging up from below and brushing past before vanishing back into the turbulent clouds.
Man and dragon were in perfect sync. No extra commands needed.
Shaena barely steadied herself before Tessarion tossed her around again.
Learning from the first scare, she flattened herself against the saddle this time.
"Daeron~~!"
After the prank and two scares, even good-tempered Shaena's eyes sharpened. Her silver teeth ground together.
Too much!
"Hiss-graa—!"
Moments later the clouds beside her churned, and a siren-like roar echoed from within—like a warning shot.
Shaena reacted instantly. Dropping all emotion, she shouted clearly: "Dracarys!"
Tessarion responded, aiming at the turbulent spot and unleashing a torrent of diamond-blue flame.
Boom—
Cobalt-blue dragonfire poured out like a waterfall, igniting the clouds into a dense, brilliant blue inferno.
Right then, Daeron and Caraxes burst from the clouds, charging straight into the growing flames.
Shaena's heart clenched. She fought the urge to stop it.
Daeron glanced back with a smile. He spread his arms wide and fearlessly rode straight into the fire.
"Hiss-graa—!"
Caraxes dove headfirst into the flames. His serpentine body spun once midair, bursting through the other side. His crimson scales gleamed even brighter, bathed in fire.
Daeron emerged with just a smudge of soot on his face, completely unharmed.
"Whew~~"
Shaena exhaled in relief, lowering the hand she'd pressed to her chest.
At the same time, she noticed Tessarion's flight had become much steadier—no more deliberate speeding or bucking. The wind resistance around them eased too.
She finally understood what Daeron had meant.
Show weakness and the dragon dominates. Show strength and the dragon yields.
Dragons wanted brave riders, not cowards who hid behind their power.
Shaena leaned forward, stroking Tessarion's diamond-blue scales. She felt an unprecedented gentleness and reliability, as if the dragon was specially protecting her from the harshness of high-altitude flight.
"Hiss-graa!"
Tessarion gradually accelerated, wings spread in a smooth glide, chasing her father and brother.
The two riders and two dragons had already left King's Landing far behind, crossing Blackwater Bay and soaring toward the Throat.
Dragonstone.
Lyanna's face was unnaturally flushed. She lay weakly in bed, a damp cloth on her forehead.
"Maester, how is she?"
Rhaegar stood by the bedside, expression somber.
The old maester shook his head with a heavy sigh. "It's childbed fever. There's nothing I can do."
Childbed fever was a dangerous postpartum infection. Improper care during delivery often proved fatal.
"Even the special crops won't help?" Rhaegar asked heavily.
The old maester replied helplessly, "Unless there's a specific medicine for it. The special crops can only prolong Lady Lyanna's suffering."
Special crops provided vitality and sped natural healing, but childbed fever was an infection—they didn't match.
For a moment, Rhaegar's heart sank into despair as he gazed at Lyanna's much-thinner face. It was the first time he truly felt real pain.
"Waaah—waaah~"
The baby's cry rose from the cradle. Two tiny hands reached out from the soft blankets.
Rhaegar snapped out of his thoughts, wanting to pick up his son.
Boom—!
Suddenly a thunderous roar echoed above the Stone Drum. Something descended from the sky, whipping up fierce winds that battered the castle with a drum-like rumble.
Rhaegar jerked his head up and rushed to the window.
In the sky.
A red dragon and a blue dragon wove through the air in perfect harmony—like fire and ice intertwined—before separating, one leading and one following. They glided over the Stone Drum and headed toward the towering, smoke-belching Dragonmont.
"Daeron… and Shaena!?"
Rhaegar's sharp eyes instantly recognized his sister on the magnificent dragon's back.
The two dragons circled the smoking volcanic crater again and again, as if performing a dance of dragons.
Finally, Caraxes descended vertically and landed on the mountain's edge.
"Hiss-graa—!"
Caraxes's molten-gold vertical pupils locked onto the Stone Drum tower. He spotted the hidden watcher, extended his serpentine neck, and let out a piercing shriek.
Daeron sat steady on his dragon's back, one hand on the grip, glancing down at the tower.
Even from a great distance, he saw Rhaegar at the window.
"You don't look well," Daeron murmured calmly, not caring whether his brother could hear.
Meanwhile, Shaena guided Tessarion to land on the other side of Dragonmont. Once the giant dragon stabilized, she let out a huge breath.
Riding a dragon was incredibly thrilling for her.
Blue sky and white clouds. Towering Dragonmont. A boy and a girl. Two dragons, two riders.
Rhaegar closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head.