Yes. Yes she loved how the wind blew through her hair. How she loved the feeling of it on her skin as it caused goosebumps to cover her. She loved the feeling, the feeling of being free. No walls to hold her in and no windows to cut off the wind. And now, even the ground had given her up. On the back of a dragon is where she felt she belonged.
Jeyne knew her way in the sky by now. Prince Aerys was very good at teaching the art of dragon riding. Jeyne had chosen the young dragon, Barristal (named after the knight, Barristan Selmy), as her mount. His grey scales felt good under her touch. He was smaller than the other dragons at King's Landing but he was the fastest and stealthiest.
She looked to her right and saw her twin brother, Syrio, relaxing on the back of his mount the dragon, Irrion (named after a friend of Queen Daenarys). Her feverishly green scales gleamed and shone almost as bright as her green fire. To her left she saw Prince Aerys. His trademark silver hair gleamed in the sunlight as he dived down along the waves astride the bigger and older dragon, Viserion. The three shot across the water of Blackwater bay in a whirlwind.
As they sailed above the waves, Jeyne noticed a ship flying familiar banners, going towards the harbor. The stag of House Baratheon flew proudly above the sails as it made its way towards Kings Landing. Jeyne smiled, seeing her uncle Edric at the helm with Davos Seaworth below. Deciding she needed a little fun she flew Barristal straight at the ship. The wind rushed about her as she neared the vessel.
Edric ducked with a yell of terror as Jeyne shot through the sails, laughing hysterically. Aerys and her brother flew up next to her, each one laughing at the expense of the Lord of Storm's End. That is until a shadow fell across them. Looking up Aerys' face was that of dread and Syrio's was that of nervousness. But as Jeyne looked upon the descending form of Drogon she let out a breath of exasperation.
"Busted," she sighed.
A small party was waiting for them when they all arrived in the courtyard. There were several Queensguard, Tyrion Lannister, the Hand of the Queen, as well as some of the dragon handlers. Syrio and Jeyne gave simultaneous sighs of relief. The one they dreaded wasn't there. As they got off their dragons the handlers lead them away. The Queen looked furious and Aerys... Aerys was on the verge of crying.
"I'm really sorry mum! I thought it would be fun. Syrio and Jeyne know how to fly and I just thought that-"
His mum cut him off, "You what!? Thought that taking out the new dragons on a stroll was gonna be just fine!? These aren't just some horses you can take whenever! If we were to lose even one of these to an enemy..." Daenerys put her forehead into her palm. The Queen was often stressed with ruling the kingdoms nowadays and this was certainly not helping.
Aerys tried to explain, scratching his silver hair, "Mum we are really sorry but we were bored and it didn't seem that bad-"
Daenerys stopped him again, "For one, you are grounded. You are not leaving your room at all except for lessons with the Maester, dinners, and possible balls. But for the next few moons you will sit in your room and think on how much I had to go through to get these dragons for our family. Then maybe you will see the seriousness of your misdeeds."
Aerys protested, "But mum, that is hardly fair! You're killing me here!"
Daenerys shook her head, "I'm not killing you..." but then she looked up to see someone approach the group, "but I cannot say the same for Syrio and Jeyne..."
The twins looked with fear at the large figure approaching them. His white cloak flapped violently behind him as he stalked towards the two. Syrio looked with fear at the mighty warhammer strapped to the man's back, it might be for him. Without a word the armored knight grabbed each by the scruff of their necks. He gave a bow to the Queen before stalking back into the keep.
The twins didn't know what to say as they exchanged scared glances. Jeyne could see the knight was sweating from under this thick head of raven black hair and his jaw was clenched angrily under his equally black stubble. Syrio searched the man's face for any sign of emotion other then anger. He found none. The knight's blue eyes were piercing and almost as cold blue as the eyes of an Other.
They reached their bedroom in no time. The armored man threw them forward and closed the door behind him before he began yelling.
"What in the seven hells were you bloody well thinking!? Taking dragons!? Have I taught you anything about how to conduct yourselves!?" he roared with anger.
Syrio remained silent and sat looking out the window. Only Jeyne met the man's gaze without flinching and her voice was strong and determined as their accuser's, "Aerys said it was ok!"
"Oh and does Aerys own the dragons!? Is HE lead of House Targaryan now!? Well I must have missed something!" he yelled, the sarcasm dripping from his mouth, forming a distasteful puddle on the floor.
But still Jeyne was not deterred, "Look we thought it was ok! So stop yelling!"
The man clenched his jaw even tighter, "No! I don't think I will! Do you have any idea what sentence the average peasant would get for this!? Beheading or the Wall! You are just lucky our family is on good terms with Her Grace! But don't think I won't dole out my own sentences!"
He glared at Syrio who was still looking out the window, "Syrio! Damn it boy, look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Slowly the boys bright blue eyes met with the man's equally blue orbs. There was silence between the two as the man caught his breath. Finally he spoke, "Syrio for your punishment, I am confiscating your books for two moons. The only things you will be studying is how to groom horses and polish armor!"
Syrio gave a sad nod and looked back out the window, his eyes looking far off. The knight's face grew sad for a second. His son was always distant and forlorn. As much as he tried, he could not get close to the boy. He doubted anyone could. But soon his attention was drawn to his daughter who was now looking angrily at the wall. This fueled more of his rage.
"Jeyne the same thing goes for you! Look at me!" he bellowed.
Without hesitation her attention snapped to him, her grey eyes piercing him through. He stumbled a bit. Those eyes... they reminded him so much of... but no he had to stay on track. He composed himself again and stuck out three fingers.
"For you young lady, one" he lowered his first finger, "no more hanging around the Prince. Two," he lowered the second finger, "no more sparing sessions for a long time. And three," the last finger went down, "Absolutely no more time in the forge for a good long while!"
Jeyne's eyes seem to catch fire at the last one, "You can't do that!"
The knight grit his teeth, "I bloody well can and will! Now you two are staying in this room for the rest of the night. You will have your suppers in here and right after that you will go to bed, am I clear!?"
Jeyne was about to shoot something back but her brother's hand on her shoulder stopped her. The boy merely looked at the man and said, "Crystal sir..."
The knight nodded and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Jeyne was angry at her brother for not letting her give a return volley but she knew he was also right. Right now their father's was the fury. And their was no fury like that of Ser Gendry Waters when he was worked up.