Sister's Keeper
Edited By xXFallenSakuraXx52
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or Eragon.
Languages:
Common Tongue
Valyrian
Dothraki
Chapter 48: Touch the Sky
Alysanne's POV
"Your Grace, I don't think it's wise for you to attempt riding the dragons," Ser Barristan advised. "The Blue Grace still says you need to recover."
Ser Barristan, Missandei, and I were making out way to the field where Viserion and Rhaegal were eating their latest meal. I was wearing my usual training clothes of leather pants, a tunic, and the Dothraki vest. I personally feel better, my left arm was healed with a rigged scar, while my back though still stitched up was now sealed and the inflammation now down.
"I'm not going to attempt of riding them," I assured Ser Barristan. "I'm going to see if Viserion is big enough to climb on and if he can handle my weight. The dragons have grown rapidly as of late."
Ser Barristan nodded. I understand he was concerned, especially with my family's genetics on health. However, I need to do this. There has been this pull going on the past couple of days. Even Viserion has been climbing on the pyramid, inserting his head into my apartment with longing. I have to admit, I missed his snuggles, or when he was small that he sat on my shoulder. Now that he was so big, something as to replace that closeness.
Once on the field, I walked over to the dragons. Viserion stopped eating, and his excitement took hold as he came across. He stopped right before me, lowering his head to my level. I cradle his face, kissing the top of his snout.
"Good morning to you too, my golden dragon." I murmured. "Are you ready for training."
Viserion nodded, as he nudged my stomach. I chuckled, leading the away from Rhaegal who was still eating his goat. Viserion lowered himself down. Carefully I climbed on top of his back, to the area where shoulders were along where Visenya instructed. The dragon started crawling around the field. I held on tight to his spikes like they were the horn and pommel of a saddle. He started moving fast, out of instincts. I pressed my thighs together.
"Easy," I murmured. "Slow. Take your time."
Viserion nodded as he continues to move to adjust to my weight on his back. I looked up seeing Ser Barristan on guard, ready to run to aid me if something happens. As if I was going to be bucked off from an untrained horse. Then again, a dragon is similar to a wild stallion. Missandei stood there, amazed as she smiled. After a while, Viserion stopped right in front of the two.
"You think he's ready to fly, Your Grace?" Ser Barristan asked.
"I believe so, but let's give him a few more days of me on his back to get accustomed," I answered.
"And Rhaegal? Will you ride Rhaegal?" Missandei asked.
I turned to the green dragon who was apparently asleep. I chuckled slightly for Rhaegal was still a cat in a sense.
"Unfortunately, no," I answered. "I bonded with Viserion as Daenerys did with Drogon. Rhaegal, he trusts us since we raised him since hatching. However, he is still a wild dragon. If I get on his back, he'll buck me off."
They nodded, understanding that Rhaegal, though trained to some degree, is still without a rider. He was even considered a wild dragon. I wonder if he'll ever have his own rider. There were not many Dragon Seeds out there. A Dragon Seed is what Queen Rhaenyra called people who were descendants from the Targaryen bloodline either through Targaryen women who married outside the family name or bastards. There were four known Dragon Seeds during the Dance of the Dragons. Hugh Hammer, a blacksmith bastard who bonded with Vermithor. Ulf the White, a man-at-arms, bonded with Silverwing. Addam of Hull, who was legitimized by Addam Velaryon who was a cousin to the Targaryens. And Nettles, who bonded with the wild dragon Sheepstealer…although, no one wants to talk about Nettle after the affair with Prince Aemond Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra's husband. Let alone that she deserted during the war.
Over time and centuries of Targaryen women marrying other houses and men fornicating in brothels, I know there are more Dragon Seeds out there for Rhaegal. Most prominent, I believe to have a stronger bond is with the Martells. Since our relation as distant cousins go back to King Daeron the Second who married Princess Mariah Martell and his sister Princess Daenerys married Prince Maron Martell. Another possible Dragon Seed was in the Baratheons. I fear that if Stannis Baratheon is still alive and bonds with Rhaegal, it would be another Dance of the Dragons yet again.
Thinking about my distant cousins makes me wonder if Prince Doran received my letter. I sent a letter to him many months ago to forge an alliance. I promised that Elia Martell and children will be avenged, and the union between our two houses when his children and mine are of age. Based on Tyrion's knowledge, his two sons were too young for me. I mean, I'm almost twenty-four years old. As for Quentyn Martell was twenty, and his brother, Trystane was seventeen. Still, I'm not in a mood for marriage, not after Hizdahr zo Loraq and the man, Jorah, I love is dying. I'll have a word with Varys about this.
I was about to get off of Viserion except he adjusted his shoulder. I didn't think as much, than him stretching his muscles. So, I attempted to try again. Once more, he adjusted me back in place. Ser Barristan and Missandei noticed this as they stepped back not sure what the dragon was intending.
"Viserion," I gave an authority tone. "I will get down."
Viserion gave a scoff before turning towards the open field. Realizing what he was planning, I yelled in Valyrian for him to stop, using the dragonrider commands. The dragon disobeyed as he started running straight forward at the same time flapping his wings. I cursed trying once more to stop him, except he took off into the sky. I held on tight, knowing I have no choice by saying Valahd connecting me to him to secure the sequence of flight.
Along with holding on tight to the spikes a surprised scream left my lips. At first, I thought it was of fear, until realizing it was shock when Viserion reached the level to soar through the sky. The wind blew through my hair. I cheered in excitement, holding for dear life. Never felt this excited in a long time.
Feel how he moves, Alysanne, Visenya's voiced echoed in my head. How he turns. When he accelerates.
"Come on!" I exclaimed. "Let's see what you got."
Viserion growled, flapping his wings and shot up to the sky. My body, out of impulse, grasped his neck and horns holding on tight. We crossed through the clouds until he let gravity drop his body and turn. When we were nearing the city, he pivots up securing to steady flight. I laughed petting his neck.
When you're truly one, you can fight from everywhere even from the tail, Visenya explained.
I looked over my shoulder staring at Viserion's tail. It was almost straight though it moved. Although seeing the size of it, I doubt I could balance myself on it.
Maybe not yet, I thought.
Maybe not yet, Visenya chuckled.
For the next hour, Viserion flew around Meereen and into the valleys. After the small demonstration of what he could do, he kept things smooth to make the flight more comfortable. By the time noon arrived, he had landed back on the field behind the Great Pyramid. It was a rough landing, but I managed to hold on until a complete stop. Once Viserion caught his bearings, I climbed down along his arm and onto the ground and fell onto my back laughing.
Ser Barristan and Missandei rushed in to see my condition only to find that I was perfectly fine.
"Your Grace," Missandei said, helping me up.
"I'm fine, although Viserion has completely ruins horses for me." I panted, catching my breath.
Viserion gave a dragon chuckle as well.
"You need to be careful, Your Grace," Ser Barristan said.
I nodded, looking at my hands, seeing they were still locked from holding onto the spikes tightly. Viserion had control during the flight. Something we need to work on. But I understand he was trying to show me what he had in store. However, I fear I can't hold on every single time.
"I will have to customize a saddle for him," I thought aloud. "One that won't affect his movement at the same time keep me secured."
"Probably one with a harness," Ser Barristan suggested.
I nodded and petted Viserion, who purred to the touch. Although it was fun and exhilarating to fly in the sky for the first time, it shows I need to work on training Viserion to obey a command. He can't pull a stunt like that without the risk of me falling off. We need to be in sync. One mind when we fly.
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Daenerys's POV
Daenerys and Daario were leading the Dothraki through the Dothraki Sea, making the way to Meereen. They were nearing the border, but time was of the essence. A long week of traveling, although Daenerys has been hearing whispers of who will be her bloodrider. By tradition, a Khal has three bloodriders. She remembers Drogo's Three bloodrider being Qotho, Cohollo, and Haggo. She already has two bloodriders already from Aggo and Kovarro, although she still missed Rakharo. So how can she pick another bloodrider, when there is a hundred thousand right behind her?
Also, she needed to figure out a way to keep the Dothraki tradition but at the same time put an end to their customs of slavery, raids, and raping. If she promised them that, when they were meant to eventually sail to Westeros, Alysanne will have her head. She sighed, caressing the ring. Jorah told her Alysanne was alive, but injured. Knowing her sister's health isn't the best, she needed to be there as soon as possible. If the Sons of the Harpy know about Alysanne's condition, they will strike again.
Suddenly she felt a strong pull. She looked up ahead through the ravine, washing the wind toss the dirt and tumbleweeds. Daario noticed her stop and halted the Khalasar.
"Everything all right?" Daario asked.
"How many days' ride to Meereen?" Daenerys asked curiously.
Daario thought about it, "A week at best."
"How many ships will Alysanne and I need to bring my khalasar to Westeros?" she asked.
"The Dothraki and all their horses, the Unsullied, the Second Sons… a thousand ships easily. Probably more." Daario guessed.
"And who have that many ships?" she asked.
"Nobody," Daario answered.
"Nobody yet," she sighed.
"So, we ride for Meereen, and after that, we sail to Westeros. And what then?"
"Alysanne and I take what is ours."
"You weren't made to sit on a chair in a palace. Alysanne, maybe, but not you."
"What was I made for?"
"You're a conqueror, Daenerys Stormborn."
Daenerys thought about it when she felt the pull again. Now realizing what it was, it was the magic that binds her to Drogon. Her black dragon was near. A smile graced her lips, knowing Drogon should be in full recovery.
"Wait here," she told them.
She rode off ahead, leaving her army behind.
It took some time, but she managed to find Drogon resting on top of a mountain. Daenerys eyes widen in seeing how massive he has grown over what could possibly be two months. Far more massive than a war elephant. Basically, the size she imagines her ancestors rode. Drogon stirred from his slumber, tossing aside the carcass of what appeared to be a cow. He lifted his head and tilted it, giving what could possibly be a smile. Something that reminded her of her late husband.
She got off her white horse and climbed over to him, "My sweet thing, you have grown."
Drogon nodded.
She came over examining him, seeing the wounds on his wings were healed or small enough that it wouldn't affect his flying. She patted his neck, which the dragon purred. So many thoughts were lingering in her head. Thinking about what Daario said, that she can be more than just a princess. She already proved herself to be a Great Khaleesi, but can being a princess in Westeros be enough for her? Alysanne by birthright is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, even when Daenerys has a claimant, it's not enough to be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Also, her thirst for adventure and freedom.
The lifestyle of Essos, the slavery that continues outside of Slaver's Bay. The unknown lands the world has never seen. Along with her army. The Dothraki were nomadic, they never stay in one place too long. They can never be domesticated. So, would she change them to take back the Iron Throne and avenge her family or once that is done send them back to Essos to start over again? Does she want to be a princess, knowing that she will never sit on the Iron Throne or be a conqueror just like Alysanne and Aegon? Valuing her sister, she would never go against her.
So many options.
She stood there, thinking as her hands continue to pet Drogon. She controls her own destiny. Once the decision was made, she kissed Drogon's cheek before climbing on top of the black dragon. This time the dragon complied. Grabbing hold of the spikes, she whispers "Valahd." Linking her to Drogon as they took to the sky.
The wind blew through her hair, as a sense of freedom took hold. The excitement and the adrenaline soaring through her veins. Spotting the Horde, Drogon gave a shriek catching their attention, flying above them. They landed in front of the horde, starling the men and horses. Drogon lowered his neck, revealing his rider. Daenerys took a deep breath and gave her speech.
"Every khal who ever lived chose three bloodriders to fight beside him and guard his way. But I am not a khal. I will not choose three blood riders. I choose you all."
The Dothraki screamers cheered.
"I will ask more of you than any khal has ever asked of his khalasar! Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? Will you give my family the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me?"
The Dothraki cheered agreeing to her.
"Now and always!"
Daenerys smiled, seeing their excitement. Drogon sensing the pride of his rider gave a battle roar. She knew she will always be a princess; however, she is forever a Khaleesi and will die a khaleesi.
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