Dragon's flame

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Year 109AC

Viserys's POV

"How do you know about it?" I demanded, my voice barely controlling the volcanic anger surging inside me.

Harrous, standing before me, seemed to be holding something back, his expression heavy with the weight of his knowledge. "my sister was poisoned by the same poison," he said in a solemn tone, his voice full of sorrow and bitterness.

"Who?!" I flared, my anger consuming me. The guilt swirled, because this—this was my fault. My son was blind, and it was because of my failure. I couldn't protect Aemma, I couldn't protect my children, and now my bloodline was forever scarred.

"Dorne," Harrous stated with chilling finality.

The fury that shot through me was unimaginable. For years, we had lived in a tense peace with Dorne, and I had believed the balance would hold. I had kept the peace, careful to avoid the conflicts that could shatter the realm. But now? Now, they had dared to strike at my family. They had dared to poison my son, and I would not—could not—let it stand.

"Dorne," I muttered again, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Those sand-fuckers! For years, we've kept peace with them. And now this… Now they dare to harm my bloodline? I will break Dorne into a thousand pieces, and let it burn!"

"Lyonel, prepare for war!!!" I barked, my voice dripping with malice.

Lyonel, ever the voice of reason, attempted to soothe my fury. "Your Grace, calm yourself. If we go to war now, we will lack the Velaryon fleet, and your brother's dragon Craxes is not at our disposal. Princess Rhaenyra is the heir and cannot be sent to battle. Princess Rahenys must remain on Driftmark to ensure its security . The remaining dragonriders are either too young, or their dragons are too small to make a difference ."

Though his words struck at my reason, the heat of rage was too much. I struggled to control it.

"Are you suggesting that I sit here, feast, and revel in peace while those who blinded my son live unscathed?" I shouted, my voice booming in the chamber.

"No, Your Grace," Lyonel replied firmly, his calm voice the only thing keeping me tethered to my senses. "I merely suggest we gather enough proof of the poisoning and understand the method used, to ensure it cannot happen again."

My anger began to subside, replaced by the cold clarity of purpose. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"Very well. Take Ser Erryk and Harhold. Get to the bottom of this. Soon, Dorne will see the wrath of the dragons once again."

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Aelyx's POV

The king's party departed from the Red Keep, heading toward the Kingswood. With the royal family in tow, we rode in our designated wheelhouses. King Viserys, Queen Alicent, Aegon, and baby Aera were in one, while Rhaenyra, Daenerys, and I traveled together in the second.

"It's your first time in the Kingswood?" Rhaenyra asked, a flicker of curiosity in her voice.

"Yes," I answered simply, my tone even, betraying no excitement.

"Well, the last time I was here, I saw a white hart," she said playfully, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Okay," I responded, uninterested but politely acknowledging her words.

"You're not going to ask about it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, seemingly expecting more from me.

"Why should we ?" Daenerys replied smoothly, her tone cold yet knowing. "You're no child who would lie."

It was true. We both knew the legends and the stories. I had seen them, and Daenerys had read about them. There was no need to ask further questions.

Soon, we arrived at our designated tents. Danny and I sat beside Aegon, who was greedily devouring food, his attention elsewhere, oblivious to the events unfolding.

"Vhagar!!!" someone cried out from outside. The urgency in their voice immediately caught my attention.

I rushed out, my instincts guiding me. As soon as I stepped outside, I could feel her—Vhagar. The air seemed to change, a presence so powerful that it pulled every ounce of focus from me. She was a massive creature, her form a giant shadow against the bright sky, awe-inspiring and terrifying in her majesty.

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Danny's POV

I followed Aelyx out of the tent, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew him well—too well. And as he walked toward Vhagar, my pulse quickened. There was not a trace of fear in him, not a hint of hesitation. He walked toward the dragon like it was an old friend, like it was nothing to fear.

King Viserys rushed out behind us, his expression frantic.

"Your Grace, it's not safe!" Ser Arryk Cargyll called, his voice filled with concern.

"Go! Bring Aelyx back!!!" King Viserys commanded to the frozen guards, but they remained motionless, paralyzed by confusion and fear.

Ser Arryk charged forward, but I stepped forward too, cutting him off with my voice.

"Stop!" I said firmly. "If Vhagar were here to harm us, we'd all be dead already."

Rhaenyra, beside me, nodded in agreement, her expression unreadable. "She's right," she added quietly.

"Aelyx, come back!" Viserys shouted, his voice laced with panic.

But Aelyx didn't heed the call. His steps were sure, and he kept walking, heading directly toward Vhagar. No one dared to move as he approached the colossal dragon. The air grew heavy with tension. Then, the dragon let out a roar that shook the earth beneath us.

A wall of green flame erupted before Aelyx, a fiery barrier that none of us could have expected. For a brief moment, I felt a chill grip my spine. But Aelyx… he didn't stop. He walked right through the fire, unscathed, as if it didn't touch him at all.

The crowd gasped in collective awe, and fear rippled through their hearts as they watched the impossible unfold before them. Vhagar, the ancient beast, stood there, the flames still roaring around Aelyx, but he was unflinching. Calm. Like he belonged there. And then, something unimaginable happened.

Vhagar lowered her head, as if in reverence, and Aelyx, without hesitation, stroked her massive skull. The air seemed to hold its breath as the enormous dragon bowed in response, a gesture so unexpected, so surreal, that even the hardest hearts couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence.

"Lyikri!( calm)" Aelyx called in a firm, commanding voice, his tone cold, but unmistakably confident.

And then, Vhagar, as though at his command, flapped her colossal wings, sending a gale-force wind that extinguished the surrounding flames, leaving nothing but a profound silence in its wake.

Aelyx climbed onto her back, the child on the dragon's neck—an impossible sight.

"Vaxylis!" Danny cried, her voice filled with urgency and excitement. Moments later, a green dragon appeared in front of her, landing with a thud. Without a second thought, she leaped onto its back, taking to the sky behind Aelyx.

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The onlookers were frozen in awe and fear. Those who had witnessed it could barely comprehend the spectacle....

While the smarter ones only thought one thing

" Everytime a targaryen is born the gods toss a coin the world holds its breath -- either great or mad "

What are you aelyx targaryen....