Chapter Eleven
"I'll fight by my right and for my kind,"
-Smaug II
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Daenerys Stormborn, Targaryen isn't sure which part of her current ordeal should be shocked at; the part where the same golden dragon that she had met before is facing her (within biting distance), or the part where someone called her aunt.
The fact that her brain is still registering that a massive golden beast that is the very sigil of her house landed in front of her at the very moment like last time, giving her the feeling of déjà vu didn't help things as those terrifying amber eyes literally made her feel like the smallest of beings.
"Is this how a mouse feels when it faces the cat?" Daenerys can't help but think to herself as she maintained her eye locked with the terrifying ones of the large lizard. Something tells her that if she break the contact, this large beast would surely devour her and those whom she is responsible of whole without a shred of remorse whatsoever. She had to be strong and steadfast like her namesake, Daenerys the Dreamer who is the reason why her house survived the doom.
She nearly lost her nerve though as the golden dragon "grinned" showing off rows upon rows of jagged white teeth. It didn't help that said teeth also contained large amounts of blood stains, some old and some new. There also appear what seem to be the remains of a human arm lodged in the middle of two teeth.
Just as the so-called Mother of Dragons believed that she's ready to regurgitate what little of her breakfast this morning, the sound of flesh meeting scales snapped her out of her stupor of terror as her violet eyes focused on the rider of the said dragon who had slapped one of the jutting horns of the massive beast playfully as she dismounted.
Immediately all eyes in the vicinity turned from the dragon and down to the girl who looked to be its rider. She looked positively Dornish with her yellow polka dot dress with red linings hiding her slightly buxom body tightly. Her hair is straight and colored in deep ebony, falling in straight tresses behind her back. Earrings of silver in dragon design hang from her ears and golden rings with sapphire and rubies on their middle ringed her delicate hands. What caught Daenerys' attention though is her eyes in deep violet…just like hers, a true sign of Valyrian descent.
"Who is this person?"
"You promised not to scare her Balerion, behave," the Dornish woman chided not noticing the corundum that she caused inside Daenery's head as she talked to the dragon who only snorted and engulfed her with a plume of smoke as it snorted on her direction causing her a coughing fit as it rumbled (or laughed).
Their attention is broken once more and this time drawn away from the dragon and the rider as faint muffled sounds are heard…somewhere near the dragon's tail.
"Oh and Balerion, please do raise your tail so that we can retrieve my idiotic brother and entertain our guests,"
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Rhaenys would never show it right now, but she's nervous as she stared at the dumbstruck people watching her brother wriggle himself out from the trap that her golden friend had made. Of course she recognized their identities; or to be more specific, the silver-haired one's identity. She had enough information gleaned from some of the more daring Westerosi sailors that had been stored by Balerion in his "playroom" who were brave enough on daring the Ruins of Valyria, and simply had the bad luck on being near Balerion's lair and land.
She met her supposed-to-be-aunt before and she didn't know it then. Of course other than her brother, she never expected that she would meet another member of her family, alive at least. Who would have guessed that she would meet Daenerys Targaryen here of all places and with baby dragons no less?
Of course she herself didn't know how to react with the fact that she had no idea how to feel for her father's side in her family. Rhaegar after all left her family for the cunt of another woman and Rhaenys still remembered that fateful night that would have been the end of her and her mother if not for Balerion's timely intervention.
"Behave," Rhaenys half-requested, half-ordered Balerion who is looking very amused as Egg wriggled his way out of his paws covered in sand and dust who then glared at the golden dragon.
"I hate you, you know that,"
The first born of Rhaegar Targaryen simply ignored the squawks of her brother as he is engulfed with the puff of smoke that left the dragon's nostril. Instead she focused on the ragged looking group who had remained frozen still watching them. Knowing that it is up to her on breaking the ice and handle the introductions, Rhaenys stepped forward schooling her best poker face of seriousness as she sniffed in disdain at her "aunt".
"I believe you're Daenerys Targaryen, am I right?" asked Rhaenys meeting the eyes of the silver-haired woman with her own.
That somehow brought the people out of the frozen shock which they had been caught at where four people immediately started forward, three wielding the traditional Dothraki ahraks while the last one looked Westerosi by standard, especially with the longsword he wielded. They all looked intimidating….at least until a golden blur suddenly shot out over her head stopping the men dead in their tracks. Unfortunately for them, the blur didn't stop and one screamed girlishly as enormous maws clamped shut over him, his body disappearing in one gulp over a fiery gullet.
"Now that we have established some semblance of diplomacy, how about we introduce ourselves first before we draw swords eh?" smirked Rhaenys as all sense of joking and amusement now left Balerion as he hovered protectively over her, amber eyes glaring angrily at the once-more-terrified-group.
"The big softie,"
Fortunately for them all, her "aunt" can recognize the proffered olive leaf that Rhaenys is handing her since she stepped forward.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass sea and the Mother of Dragons. To whom am I speaking?"
Rhaenys only smirked at the superiority complex of her aunt. It seems that despite not having the Targaryen madness, her aunt still had that superiority complex that their family is well known to have.
"Rhaenys Targaryen, daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen and the idiot behind me," Rhaenys nodded at the direction of Egg jumping up and down to avoid the wishy washing tail of the dragon. "Is the current heir of the Iron Throne, my brother, Aegon Targaryen,"
Rhaenys nearly lost her composure to laughter as she watched her aunt's jaw drop at her words. She must have really believed that she would be the last Targaryen judging from her introduction before.
"But Viserys said that you and your brother died during the Sack of King's Landing," she exclaimed heatedly at her before her countenance tightened. "Liar!"
Rhaenys only scowled at the accusation even as Balerion at her back growled dangerously. "I assure you aunt that I am alive and well. Your brother was right in a way. The Mountain and his fat companion tried murdering me and my entire family and he would have succeeded on it too if not for Balerion's intervention," Rhaenys patted the snout of the golden dragon fondly. "We have been living together with him then ever since in secrecy,"
"It, you mean it," commented the Westerosi looking man beside Daenerys making Rhaenys frown at his direction.
"Him, not it sir?..."
"Jorah Mormont of Bear Island," introduced the man not lowering his sword despite the dragon glaring at him.
"Well, I believe you owe an apology to Balerion Mormont. He is after all fully sentient and I assure you that my friend here would eat you if you don't apologize to him," warned Rhaenys as she noticed the familiar glint at the amber eyes of her dragon.
"I won't apologize to such a beast that-," protested the man and he would have lost his life too if not for Daenerys touching gripping his arm tightly.
"Ser Jorah, apologize now!" ordered the silver-haired woman who didn't also fail to notice the same glint that Rhaenys had seen.
The man looked conflicted for a second or two, but the fierce glare of her aunt (and the salivating dragon), seemed to cow the man as he made a stiff bow before apologizing to the dragon. Rhaenys herself didn't hear the words as her brother finally stumbled beside her covered in dust after escaping the swinging tail of their caretaker.
"So what now Rhae?" asked Aegon looking at their dust-covered aunt. "What shall we do now that we had introduced ourselves to… her?" like Rhaenys, he had deep silent disdain for his father's side in the family for leaving them to die.
"I don't know Egg," Rhaenys sighed before looking at the golden dragon still eyeing the boxes where the three dragon whelps are screeching their hearts out. "I guess it's just for Balerion to decide what direction we should take next,"
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"Oh gods Elia, oh gods," the moans of Ashara Dayne echoed along the stone walls as she lay sprawled over the mattress that she shared with her best friend and lover who is currently riding her right now. They had taken the advantage of the emptiness of the tower unto themselves (which is rare) and not have Balerion around to peek on them or disturb them halfway through their love-making. At least this way without the children, they could be as loud as they can be and not be ashamed of it.
"I'm almost there, oh gods, oh gods," cried Ashara Dayne feeling her body almost reaching the blessed bliss that climaxing can only bring when a sudden powerful impact literally made the tower shake throwing Elia off of her and unto the cold floor.
"What was that?" asked the former wife of Rhaegar Targaryen as she wrapped the bedsheets around herself even as another powerful impact shook the entire tower sending plumes of dust everywhere.
"Don't tell me it's Balerion? Oh if this is another of his ways on pranking us, I would kill him. This is not funny!" hissed Ashara Dayne wrapping her own covers at herself to protect her modesty as she slammed the door open and went to the entrance of the dragon lair to give the golden dragon a piece of her mind.
She stopped dead on her tracks though as the dragon that greeted her is not the familiar golden amber eyed one that she was used to, but a rather sapphire dragon with deep red eyes glaring back at her. It is as large as Balerion if not bigger and it is hovering half-inside and half-outside the lair already, part of the graceful archways already destroyed.
Fortunately for Ashara, she had been used on having a dragon as company and therefore can predict what kinks she would need to look out to, especially when it is a pissed one. She only had a second to notice the familiar twitching of the muscles in the neck and the tenseness of its veins when her body moved by instinct jumping to one of the remaining pillars just in time as a torrent of blue flame suddenly engulfed her left and right, searing half of the bedsheets she covered herself with.
"ASHARA!" the sudden terror-stricken voice of Elia Martell made Ashara's heart sink as she saw the Dornish beauty standing at the open hallway. She must have been attracted by the sounds of the dragon's snarls and angry fire breathe that she had come to investigate. Her interference may have stopped the dragon from melting the cover she had taken refuge in, but it may just cause the former princess her life.
"ELIA NO!" Ashara can only cry out in fear as the blue dragon turned its attention quickly from her to Elia Martell, its massive jaws opening and darting like a snake to swallow her whole.
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Hi readers. Sorry for late update. Been busy making scripts for the theater at our school. Anyway please review. Hihihi next chapter would be more interesting. We'll be on canon based on the Game of Thrones series.
So yeah, the Blue Dragon just arrived on Balerion's lair and would try to eat the two women. Also secret plans of Balerion would be shown next chappie. Discovery of Viserys' fate would be also at next chapter.
PS: Poll for Rhaenys being jealous of Dany's whelps and Dany herself being given the attention of Balerion is still going on. Don't worry guys, I'm keeping a tab on the reviews that says yes or no.
PS: Poll is still going on for Elia and Ashara to survive or not.
PS: Do you guys want Aegon to be more serious or funny? I prefer funny, it suits him.