The silver moon over kings landing was full, and clear for the hour of the owl. Rhaenyra had held Daemon's hand as he guided her through out the castle. Wrapped up in her thoughtful pace. Rhaenyra worried for her father. Viserys had been unwell for years. Rhaenyra was aware. However, it had never gotten this bad. She held her arm around her midsection. Stifling the guilt that threaten to burden her.

When they finally reached the steps, Caraxes was parched on the stairs, scarlet scales reflecting the moonlight. Lowering his snake like neck Caraxes waited patiently for Daemon to mount him. At the moment Rhaenyra reached Caraxes she would stopped. This was what she wanted. Daemon to sweep her away and marry her. Her imagination had ran wild for months. His lips, his eyes, his hands. All seemed so real now. It had become so close. Why had she felt the need to hesitated.

"Rhaenyra." Daemon called to her. She looked back, praying this was the right choice.

"Syrax, Daemon. I won't leave her." Rhaenyra stated.

"Do not fret Rhaenyra. You will have her soon. We must make for the sky."

Daemon reached out beckoning to her. The summer breeze blown the loose strains of her hair into the wind. It had become sort of undone it the time she ran with Daemon. As a white cape hints of braids about. Her Valyrian features wore a tinge of sorrow. Rhaenyra chest squeezed as the remember the time he had left her. What if he were to leave me again? What if I were to end up like lady Rhea? No Syrax to take me home. Would father even accept me back? Deep down she knew her father would. Open and warm arms. Except things would be different, she would be a married woman, bedded, defiled in his eyes. Would that matter? She looked into Daemon's eyes guardedly.

"You will not abandon me again?" She meant to say it as a order. Trying to remain in control of this impulsive decision. But when the order reached her lips it was a question. It made her felt timid and vulnerable. Out of habit she had begun to ring her palms. Daemon paused. Beginning to realize why Rhaenyra was bent on her hesitation. She was scared. It softened him. Daemon never truly regretted his decisions. He was blessed to be arrogant enough to simply not care for what the outcome came to entail. Yet, now, he stood there studying a manifestation of his careless decision. Climbing off Caraxes, he would walked to Rhaenyra.

Tentatively he wrapped her into his arms. Holding her soft body to his. Rhaenyra melted into him. Welcoming the comfort it offered. Resting his head into the crook of her neck, He breathes out. Filling the space between them with his air.

"Rhaenyra." He whispered. Nuzzling into her nape. "I won't leave you. You are to be my wife. Blood of my blood. I will not abandon you ever again."

Rhaenyra's tears fell into Daemon's hair as he held her. Pulling back to look upon her angelic face. He wiped at her tears he had put on her cheeks.

Slowly Daemon lead Rhaenyra to Caraxes with both her hands. Daemon helped her onto Caraxes. When Rhaenyra was a top the enormous dragon. She found there to be no saddle. How where they to ride? She thought.

"No saddle?" Rhaenyra asked as he begun to mount Caraxes. He shook his head. A smirk creeping to his mouth. "How we to ride?"

"As we were born to. Rhaenyra. Come now, I will teach you."

Rhaenyra could remember her first lessons with her uncle. She had been nearly seven when Daemon took her for her first ride on Caraxes. The way she gripped the saddle as they dipped. Rhaenyra's terrified screams had turned into laugher. It had felt amazing. When she had felt comfortable enough, Rhaenyra held out her arms as she was the dragon herself. Scaring Daemon half to death. Rhaenyra remembered Daemon sternly bringing her hands back to the dragon saddle. Chuckling. She could still hear his words. "Very good, Little Dragon, but carefully." He told her in High Valyrian.

At Six Daemon knew Rhaenyra was to be a true dragon. Taking to it as if it were air to her lungs. Her silvery hair blown behind her little head. The clouds freshened her child face. Now she was a woman grown. His lady wife to be. She was born for him. The gods of Old Valyria had sent her to sooth him and his wicked way. So cherish her he would.

Rhaenyra had sat in front of Daemon. Back pressed against his chest. Her soft thighs between his. Delicate hand holding onto the larger scales of Caraxes. She leaned forward laying her cheek to the flatter part of Caraxes scales. Feeling the deep breaths of him. Daemon's body had covered Rhaenyra, enclosing her to Caraxes. He kissed her shoulder once before ordering Caraxes to fly.

"Soves! Caraxes!"

With snake like movements, Caraxes took off into the sky. The bloodwyrm of the clouds. And headed to the Dragon pit to retrieve Syrax.

Upon Arrival, Rhaenyra could see the knights on their horses racing towards the Dragon pit. She knew she had to be quick about it. She could hear the cries of her loyal Syrax. The voices of the Dragon keepers as they shout and rushed about.

Daemon landed Caraxes in a haste. The large dragon slamming to the steps of the Dragon Pit. Pieces of the garnet stairs breaking upon impact. Swiftly Rhaenyra climbed down to the floor. still barefooted but grateful for it. That high shoes would have made this night impossible.

"Make it quick Rhaenyra." Daemon tells her as she ran into the building.

"Syrax!" Rhaenyra called to her dragon.

When she had reached Syrax's quarters the dragon keepers had been trying to calm the young dragon. But to no avail. Syrax wailed and swung her tail about. Batting a Keeper so hard that the man had cracked his skull on the wall.

"Back away! Give her room!" Rhaenyra shouted in high Valyrian as she rushed to Syrax's side.

Anxiety ridden Syrax leapt over Rhaenyra. Freeing herself of the damned pit. Flying through the behemoth doors.

Rhaenyra raced after her dragon. Existing the pit. Syrax had swooped up into the sky. Rhaenyra looked up to see Caraxes and Syrax flying circles around one another. Rhaenyra nerve influenced Syrax. Cause the teen dragon to panic. Worried for Syrax, Rhaenyra looked to Daemon only to stumble in a standoff. It was Two against One.

Daemon, Dark sister in hand, pointed at Ser Arryk and Ser Harwin. Rhaenyra's heart dropped. she had seen Daemon take on One knight. But Two she could not recall. She wasn't particularly worried about Ser Arryk, it was Ser Harwin strong. Known as Ser Harwin Breakbones. That made her pulse race. The sinister name was a warning.

She felt a tinge of betrayal. He had kept her secret that night her uncle brought her to Flea Bottom. The feeling had been short lived. They would have to leave soon if they wanted to make good time.

"Daemon!" Rhaenyra ran to him, shielding him with her body.

"Hand over the princess and this shall be done." Said Ser Harwin.

"Enough of this!" she commanded to Knights. "I will not be going back. Ser Harwin."

"By the King's command we are to bring you to him." Said Ser Arryk.

"And the princess Rhaenyra, heir to the fucking Iron throne says to pissed off." Daemon teased the men. Relaxing in his where he stood, Daemon leaned on Dark Sister. Ser Harwin lowered his sword. But Ser Arryk would not. Instead he moved closer to Rhaenyra who had stood in between the men.

"Shed your iron Ser Arryk!" Rhaenyra ordered. Yet, he would not stop. He would creep closer. All the while Daemon watched, waiting for the imbecile to get close enough.

It was easy for Daemon to precisely cut Ser Arryk's throat open. He had kicked him back. Ser Arryk's body landed at Ser Harwin's boots. Daemon was humored by Ser Harwin expression. Raised eyebrows and wide eyes. A hint amusement. Ser Harwin didn't want to be there. In fact the Knight saw beauty in the rebellious girl. She was a dragon. And dragons did what they did.

"Princess." Ser Harwin called to her. With wide eyes she looked the him. Rhaenyra wanted to spare the Knight. Those few months his father had been the hand of king she had grown fond of him. Maybe it was the rumor's of his nick name. Or maybe it was the curly brown Maine he possesses.

"This is what you want?" He asked her. Gently

"Yes, Ser Harwin." she answered.

Ser Harwin shed his sword. "Then I'll wish you luck and safe travels, Princess."

Rhaenyra had hesitated for a moment before she spoke.

"Ser Harwin." She called to him.

"Yes my princess?"

"Is my father well?" She asked.

"Yes princess." he said. shifting his weight.

"If you would be so kind as to tell him I'm safe. Tell him I love him and I'll be home soon. Tell him... Tell him I remember what he told me. And I will honor Aegon." Rhaenyra said as she held her wrist.

Ser Harwin gave her a nod and a bow and with that Ser Harwin turned his back and walked down the stairs to his stallion.