Kia Ora Guys,
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1) Hi M! You're the only one who ever going to be allowed to read this.
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The next chapter will have a more extensive smut scene (not targ-cest or any cest). This whole fic is me practising writing, so I want to practice smut. If that icks you (as an ace-lesbian most smut gives me the ick, so I understand), I am making a workaround, that I will explain in the next chapter when I post it.
Anyway, thanks for making it this far. I am now going to play Minecraft.
Lots of love, I guess,
Lord Evans
Chapter 12 - Lions Revenge Arc
MaegellaThe ride back on the Dragon Canals, the long series of winding man-made rivers by Father, made the journey to Riverrun pleasant and smooth. The early summer breeze smelt sweet of fruit and fish.
Her royal barge sailed down the Green Way, it would land her at the docks of Riverrun by midday. Isaros sat on its perch by her chair on the deck. It spread its long forewings to catch the sunlight above and rested its neck on its back. She smiled and ran a hand over its purple spikes and black body. Her dragon had grown large and quicker than most of the others. Dogs and cats ran away when it walked around the stables. Horses couldn't stand to be in its presence, neither could a lot of people.
Yet this beast of only a few months knew her every thought, every feeling. When she was calm, Isaros was calm, she was enraged, and so too was it. And since the hatching of the dragons, she had felt more powerful, the bloodbinding which was only speculation and mis-attempts now happened with accuracy and predictably like never before…
She lounged back in her chair and absorbed the sun's rays from above. Beside her, Aerea scribbled in her journal, asking Isaros questions. It screed back at her in reply. The day was calm and steady, no clouds could be seen in the sky. The air was cool and the sounds of lapping water against the hull lulled her into a pleasant slumber to the cry of the Snake.
The Wall loomed large over Castle Black. The ice and snow glistened in the summer heat like the Wall itself was crying. Maegella looked down, beneath her the long black and purple snake neck of Isaros curved in front of her. With every beat of its wings, she flew through the sky. The air was cold, her breath froze as it left her mouth, but Isaros kept her warm. She rode without a saddle beneath her, the divots in its neck provided the perfect seat for her. Maegella held tightly to a simple strap around the base of its neck, and nothing more. She commanded Isaros to fly towards the Wall. Up and up they flew. A shadow appeared out of the corner of her eye. A dragon smaller than hers, white with a hundred accent colours came into focus. The rider, Viserys sitting in a white saddle, yelled something she could not hear over the large gap of open air between them. She waved and laughed. Viserys did not reply.
The two dragons soared to the top of the Wall but when they commanded their beasts to fly over, they recoiled and turned back. A scorching heat hit Maegellas heart. A pain like no other, pure fire, inside her body. But it was not hot, she realised. It was cold, so cold it burnt her. No matter how hard she tried, Isaros would not cross the barrier of the Wall and each time she tried, the pain in her body doubled, tripled, until she threatened to fall from her place.
From beyond the Wall, a huge storm of ice and snow gathered. The cries of hundreds of voices echoed, and people, Wildlings, ran towards the Wall from the battery and the woods. But they could not escape the mass of white that chased them. Quickly, the fog enveloped those who ran towards the Wall, their screams became silent.
The storm hit the base of the Wall and like a wave crashing against a rock, it billowed up and resided like the tide. The two dragons roared Isaraos' whine and Kepax's mighty bellow. Like they were scaring off the snow…
"Aunt. Aunt Maegella. Lady Maegella, wake up. We have made it to Riverrun, we need to get off the barge", Aerea said. On her white hair, much like her own, sat a har made of straw, woven together like that of a common fisher wife. Where she had gotten it, Maegella did not know.
Maegella rose and stretched, her body was cold despite the midday warmth. Her dream lingered in her mind. Isaros screeded at her. Hungry, Maegella thought. The Snake never seemed to stop eating. The dragon was already the size of a wolf but lacked the weight of one. She could still lift it above her head. Isaros' neck coiled and snapped at her. She smiled at her child and it calmed down like it knew.
"Go and find your own meal, Isaros, you must learn the ways of a Dragon and I cannot teach you them", she gestured to the river around them. The water was alive with fish, frogs and river foul. Isaros looked at her with its small onyx eyes, asking for approval, she nodded and the deformed dragon leapt off the barge and into the air.
The crewmen, four muscular polearms and the captain stopped in their tracks and looked towards the snaking beast climbing into the air on its back and purple wings. Aerea cheered on the dragon as it circled higher and higher, then flew off down the river in search of a meal.
"M'lady, 'ow will it know to come back to ya?", the captain asked while commanding his men to collect her luggage.
"Isaros knows where I am, always, Captain. We are bound together in ways no common man will ever understand", she said in the Common Tounge. The words felt alien in her mouth, she despised the words of basic Westerosi.
"Come now, Aerea. I must welcome you to your new home", she turned to the young dragon girl and smiled. Aerea smiled and collected her journal off her chair.
The castle of Riverrun sat gleaming in the midday sun. The bridge had been lowered for their arrival and the flags of House Targaryen flapped softly in the breeze. The household, the guard and the local workers had all gathered to greet her, or more likely, get a glimpse of Isaros. Word had spread fast across Westeros of the events of Dragon Garden; the traitorous Edmure and the rebirth of the dragons. Maegella had not been back since, her old home felt foreign to her.
"Welcome back, Lady Maegella. We hope your time away was beneficial. We offer our condolences for the loss of the babe, and your Father and Mother", her steward, Robyn Fisher said. He was a man of twenty-or-so years, tall, dark-haired and commonly featured. He spoke well for a lowborn and did his job well. He looked behind her and saw Aerea. He smiled softly.
"You have received word from many of the river lords. Maester Quinnin has the raven scrolls in your Lord's solar. We have also prepared the room adjacent to yours for your…new ward", he said, looking around once more, "and stables have been cleared for your dragon, as you requested". Maegella nodded and walked into the open courtyard of Riverrun, beckoning Aerea to follow her. The little girl spun around wide-eyed in her straw hat and red gown. In her hands she clutched her journal tightly, muttering under her breath.
"Your brother also awaits you in your room, my lady", he added as the two Valyrain women walked away. Maegella smiled secretly inside, letting only her steel gaze show on her face.
"Welcome home, niece. Do not worry, you shall visit your Father whenever you desire. For now, however, I wish to teach you all you need to know".
"Lady-Aunt, my studies have finished, Maester Jon said there is nothing left for me to learn, I can read and write and do sums. History I teach myself by reading and if I wanted more knowledge I would have to become a maester, but I am a girl", the gathering of people bowed as they walked through the grand wooden doors of the castle. The guards stood tall in attention. Maegella took Aerea's hand in hers. The girl was warm like fire, like a Targaryen. Her brother did well, picking a woman with the blood of the dragon. She was more Valyrian than many of her true-born kin…
"Aerea, you need not worry about those things. Let the maesters worry about their chains and rods. We have a higher calling. We are fire-made flesh, you know this. Our purpose lies in protecting the people of the Realm. We must preserve the teachings of the past and learn more about our history, not theirs", Maegella guided the girl down the long winding hallways of grey granite, lined with the red and black dragon banner. They approached the lord's room, a triangular solar with a great balcony overlooking the forking green river below.
In the middle of the room stood Viserys; tall, lean and handsome in his silver septons robes. His chin-length silver hair had been tied into a tight bun above his head. He spun around when they entered the room, the hair out of his face emphasised his bright lilac eyes, watery like the river below.
"Sister, niece. It is good to see you again, you look…well", the last word lingered on his lips. Aerea bowed deeply to the septon and Viserys laughed, his eyes lighting with a mad fire.
"You need not bow anymore, sweet girl", he walked over and tried to touch her shoulder. Aerea cowered behind Maegellas skirt.
"Rhaegar sent me. I am to anoint and bless you. I will conduct the ceremony to officially proclaim you Aerea Targayern, true-born daughter of Aegon Targaryen the Green and ward of Maegella Targayern of Riverrun. We will perform the ceremony at dawn in a week's time. Rhaegar would like all of your bannermen to be present and for them to reswear fealty to you, Maegella, and to House Targaryen", Viserys backed away from the hiding girl. Maegella stood tall before Viserys, she had a few inches on him, plus her thick-heeled shoes made her even taller.
"Viserys, Aerea is tired after our long travels. She will go rest and wash up. We shall all have supper together later on. Go on, Aerea, let me speak with my brother", Maegealla said softly to the girl.
She did not know why, but she wanted to go with her and make sure she settled in. She's not your daughter, Mae, she thought sternly. She held a hand over her stomach. The little girl bowed and walked away into her room just down the hall. The guards closed the doors after her, leaving Maegella and Viserys alone in the room, the sun shining through the large windows.
Viserys approached her, looking up slightly, he kissed the bottom of her neck. Maegella suppressed a gasp.
"Maegella, it has been too long. Not since the Golden Festival… I have missed you so much", he placed a hand on the small of her back, trying to work and the laces of her black and purple gown. She pulled away.
"Not yet, Viserys. We have things to discuss first". She placed a long and hungry kiss on his lips before sitting on the couch. She poured them a goblet of wine from the pitcher on the small table before the great stone hearth. Viserys looked disappointed but joined her sitting. He took a long drink from his silver goblet, crusted with small jewels. Maegellas bride-gift from Dareon when she wed Edmure.
"I have had more dreams, Viserys. A terrible cold approaches us from the North like Rhaegar said it would. You and I, Kepax and Isaros, flew near the Wall. I can still see in my eyes, Viserys. I have never felt such darkness before…" She shivered although the day was still warm. Viserys grabbed her hands and looked at her with huge eyes, full of concern. He kissed the tops of her palms.
"Something is coming, Viserys. I must speak with Rhaeger, soon. But I must know more before I present him anything. He has lost faith in me since the funeral. He says I was too open, too overt. The small folk call me a witch, and Aerea. My spies in the Riverlands tell me many want her and I, and Shaena, dead. The Freys want us all dead, most of all. Walder thinks he should be the new lord of the Riverlands".
Maegella felt something was off about her younger brother. She grabbed his chin and pulled his face up, making their eyes meet.
"What is wrong, brother?" she asked. He looked away and down at his robes.
"I read your letters from the other lords while I waited. Many of them already ask for your hand in marriage…or they…want you to leave Riverrun. I am worried for your safety. Edmure is dead, you are no longer the Lady of Riverrun and I can not protect you. I am a sworn septon", he caressed her cheek, taking a strand of her pure white hair in his hands and playing with it.
"I have to protect you Maegella. My dream…the dreams do not lie we know this now. You and I stood before the New Sept of Baelor, we were wed before all. Our family and the smallfolk watched on and cheered. We rode our dragons far east, towards the-"
"Towards the rising sun. In search of something…you have said it many times, Viserys", Maegella cut in. They sat in silence for a moment, taken by their own thoughts.
Maegella reminisced back to their childhood. They had always been drawn to one another. As kids, they were closer than any of the other dragonlings of Aerys the Wise. They would read books about dragons and magic. They would share secrets and dreams of the future. Viserys would preach the blood of the dragon and the magic of the gods, while Maegella was drawn to the darker arts.
When Maegella was five and a teen she was wed to Edmure, three years her senior and was shipped off to Riverrun. Viserys was nine, he sobbed when she left. His only friend was gone. The youngest son; Jaeheryes, Aegon and Daeron bullied him, Rhaeger barely knew who he was, and Daenerys lived with Shaena in the Stormlands.
During the first decade of their marriage, Maegella tried to do her duty, but all her pregnancies failed, coming forth too early, or misshapen. Edmure blamed her. Yet the years passed, and Maegella began to dabble in the darker arts. If she could not sire a living child…
Viserys and Maegella kept in contact via ravens, as friends. They bonded over their fascination with Old Valyria. But not in the way Jaeheryes treated it like a project, or Rhaeger like a duty as heir, with a burning passion to restore their family to the greatness it once had in the day of Old Valyria.
When Maegella was pressed to get with child by Edmure, Viserys threatened to slaughter everyone, including their father. Once Viserys finally gained his robes as a septon, he travelled to Riverrun as his first posting. At age eighteen, Viserys professed his love for his sister, and Maegella recoiled.
She may have now despised her husband, but she was married, and her dark arts were working, she was ruling the Riverlands through Lord Tully, as she had sworn all those years ago. An affair would ruin her, and Viserys.
Yet the years passed and one night after trying with Edmure, she let Viserys into her bed, taking his virtue. He had just turned twenty, he had saved himself for her, he had said when they lay together. That night she dreamt she grew great with the child, twins even, and they rode dragons. It was the only dream she never shared with him.
She grew to love him and now all she wanted was him…but she could not. She had to keep the Riverlands for Rhaegar, for Father, it was her duty.
"Viserys. We can not. I must wed a river lord to keep the peace. And If I got with child-"
"Bah, why not, Maegella? Rhaegar is king now. What he says is the law. We could ask him. To release me from my vows, to let us be married as man and wife. We would live here, in Riverrun. We would rule the River Lands. Or we could sail or soon fly east, like my dream. Isaros and Kepax grow larger every day. Soon we will be able to ride them and we will be gods again, like we should be. We are the blood of the dragon, Maegella, the laws of common men do not apply to us-". She shut him up with a kiss. A hot fire filled her chest. She wanted all he said. She wanted to marry him for their love to be known, but she could not. She kissed him harder, pushing him down onto the couch. He began to untie the laces from her dress, saying her name.
"Maegella. You said we could not", he paused for a moment. Maegella stopped and looked out the great window of the solar. In the distance, she saw two shapes dance in the sky. One snake-like and the other like a bird. They wove through the clouds and in her mind, Maegella could hear them sing.
"We are dragons, as you said, Viserys. The laws of man do not apply to us", she helped him with her gown and pulled it over her head. Together they undid his septons robes and cast them to the floor.
Excerpt 6
The dragons born in 300AC were claimed by the remaining children of King Aerys the Wise and Queen Rhaella the Kind. here follows the names and brief descriptions of the first seven dragons. For a more in-depth reading on the first dragons, please read Dragons Reborn: Of Wyrms, Wyverns and Dragons", a remastered tome based on Septon Barth's lost book, written by Aerea Targaryen, Lady of Riverrun.
Vaedario, the Singer, was a silver she-dragon with blue eyes and skin membranes. Small, agile and lean, built for quick travel. Vaedario became the mount of King Rhaeger.
Sunchaser, the mount of Princess Shaena was a dragon of yellow with black horns and wings. Large and foreboding, the most ferocious of the seven first dragons. Known to love flying through storms and rough weather.
Redwing, the smallest and most delicate of the hatchings was claimed by Prince Dareon. A she-dragon of rose red and pink with purple flames, she is known to be the friendliest and most docile of all the known dragons.
Isaros the Snake, named for the Stranger, by Princess Maegella, is a dragon of unknown sex. Only producing one egg later hatched, but never again. Black and purple with a disinformed figure, Isaros shares a similar build to that of Caraxes the Bloodwyrm of the Dance Era. It is known for eating the eggs of other dragons and prefers the flesh of men to beasts.
Wildfyre, the medium-sized green she-dragon of Prince Aegon of Dragon Garden is regarded as the most beautiful of all living dragons. With flames of pure gold and gold accents to match. Also regarded as the most intelligent of all the living dragons, discovers the location of Prince Aegon following the War of the Dawn and saves his life.
Kepax, the Father, named for our Holy Father Above by Prince Viserys. A large male dragon with white pearlescent scales and a variety of rainbowed accents across his horns, spikes and wings. Once regarded as the most beautiful dragon, is now deformed following the Second Dance. Kepax still recovers and is mostly ground-bound save for short flights.
Dusk, a pure black male dragon with ram-like horns and red eyes, was the mount of Princess Daenerys. The largest of the first seven dragons with a flame of pure red, the only living dragon capable of melting stone.