The Year 127 AC

The sun was beginning its ascent over the horizon, casting a golden light over Dragonstone and the surrounding landscape. The Dragonpit, now a place of bustling activity, was a hive of dragons and their keepers preparing for another day. Its once-grand arches, now adorned with vines and dragon motifs, resonated with the low hum of dragon calls and the clatter of various implements used by the Dragonkeepers.

Aelys Targaryen, now 28, was a prominent figure within these walls. Her hair was still the same golden hue, though now streaked with strands of silver, and her demeanor had evolved into one of experienced authority and quiet grace. She moved among the dragons with an ease that spoke of years of dedication and love for these majestic creatures. Her attire, a blend of practical leather and ornate Valyrian designs, signaled her high status as both a Dragonkeeper and a protector of their legacy.

She was currently riding her horse to outskirts of the city, where the vast forms of Morghul and Syraxia could be seen in the early morning light. The Nightwing and the Stormwing, now each 94 years old, had grown to immense proportions—massive and imposing, their scales glinting like living obsidian and sapphire with Morghul being 102 feet long with a wingspan of 214 feet while Syraxia was 92 feet long with a wingspan of 204.

They were a sight to behold, their sheer size and power reflecting their age and strength. Around them, their offspring, Verdant, Cerulea, Inferna, Solaris, and Lunara, played and rested, each dragon now 40 feet long from head to tail with wingspans of 70 feet and reaching 5 foot tall at the shoulder.

Cerulean and Inferna had a clutch of two hatchlings in the Year 123 AC during that time:

Auron (Valyrian: Aurus): A dragonling born from Cerulea, Auron's scales are a bright azure with silver streaks that shimmer with a radiant intensity. His wings are patterned with intricate, silver-lined designs that reflect light like a sparkling night sky. His demeanor is inquisitive and lively, with a boundless energy that often finds him exploring every nook and cranny of the Dragonpit.

Nyra (Valyrian: Nyria): The other dragonling from Cerulea, Nyra has scales of a soft, ethereal blue that seem to change shade subtly with her movements. Her wings have a translucent quality, much like the frost on a winter morning. Nyra's calm and contemplative nature contrasts with her sibling's exuberance, and she is often found nestled close to her mother, watching the world with wide, thoughtful eyes.

The two elder dragons greeted her with affectionate rumbles, their eyes reflecting the deep trust and bond they shared with their caretaker.

As Aelys walked among the dragons, she reflected on the past ten years. The struggles and triumphs of her journey had forged her into a formidable Dragonkeeper, respected by her peers and beloved by her dragons. Yet, she was acutely aware of the changing tides of political intrigue and the ongoing challenges of maintaining harmony within the realm.

With a sense of purpose, she prepared to face the day, knowing that her responsibilities went beyond caring for the dragons. She was a guardian of a legacy, a protector of her family's heritage, and a key figure in the intricate dance of power and politics that defined her world.

A roar came from high above as her mothers dragon, Valyra came soaring over head. The elder she-dragon having grown out of her lair underneath the Red Keep and had been set free to roam around allowing her to grow.

At 115 years old, Valyra stood as a majestic emblem of the Targaryen legacy, her presence commanding awe and reverence. Her scales, a mesmerizing blend of mottled gray and silver, shimmered like moonlight dancing on the surface of a tranquil sea, each movement catching the light in a dazzling display of colors. Her massive frame, stretching approximately 132 feet in length, was a testament to her long life and enduring strength. Her wings, with a wingspan nearing 274 feet, unfurled gracefully, their expansive expanse casting deep shadows across the ground as they rustled softly. Valyra's eyes, a deep and intense molten gold, held the wisdom and experience of a century and more, reflecting a calm and measured demeanor. Her powerful tail, adorned with sharp, elegant spines, swayed gently behind her, and the gentle rise and fall of her breath created a rhythmic, soothing sound. Despite her formidable size, there was an air of tranquility about her, embodying both the grandeur and the gentleness of the Targaryen dragons.

Following the failed assassination attempt, the investigation yielded no concrete answers. The assailant's identity remained a mystery, and the shadow of the attack lingered over the Targaryen household. Though the immediate threat had been neutralized by Verdant and Starlight, the lack of closure left an unsettling feeling within the court and Aelys herself.

The dragons had grown increasingly protective of Aelys since that night. Morghul and Syraxia, with their imposing presence, were never far from her side, often seen watching over her with vigilant eyes. Verdant, Cerulea, Inferna, Solaris, and Lunara had also become more attuned to her safety, their senses heightened and their behaviors more defensive whenever she was alone. The bond between Aelys and her dragons had become a fortress against the world, a reminder of their shared strength and unity.

Aelys's daily routines were now marked by the constant presence of her dragons, who seemed to sense any potential danger before it even approached. Their vigilance was a source of comfort, but it also served as a reminder of the perilous world in which they lived.

The changes in Aelys's life did not go unnoticed by her family, particularly her uncle Daemon Targaryen. Daemon had always been a fiercely loyal protector of his family, and the attempt on Aelys's life had fueled his desire for retribution. He had always believed in vengeance as a means of safeguarding one's honor and security, a belief that clashed with Aelys's more measured approach.

Ten Years Ago

A week after the attack, Daemon visited Aelys in her chambers, his demeanor as intense as ever. The room was filled with the quiet rustle of dragon wings as the creatures remained close by, sensing the tension in the air.

"Aelys," Daemon began, his voice carrying a sharp edge, "we need to talk about what happened."

Aelys looked up from her desk, where she had been organizing dragon care records. She saw the frustration in Daemon's eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm listening, Daemon."

"You need to seek vengeance," Daemon said firmly. "The attempt on your life—whoever did this must be held accountable. You can't let this pass without action."

Aelys shook her head slowly, her expression troubled. "Vengeance is not my path, Daemon. I have no desire for revenge. My focus is on the well-being of my dragons and the stability of our house."

Daemon's eyes flashed with frustration. "You can't be so passive. Ignoring this only leaves you vulnerable. The danger is still out there, and you're not doing enough to protect yourself."

Aelys stood, her voice calm but resolute. "My dragons protect me better than any revenge could. I won't let anger and vengeance dictate my actions. It's not who I am."

Daemon took a step closer, his tone urgent. "You're being naïve. This isn't just about you. It's about sending a message to anyone who might think they can threaten our family. It's about ensuring our safety and our legacy."

Aelys's gaze softened, but her resolve remained firm. "I understand your concern, Daemon. But I've chosen a different path. I want to live by principles of peace and protection, not by acts of vengeance."

Daemon's frustration was palpable, but he saw the determination in Aelys's eyes. He knew that her convictions were strong, even if he didn't agree with them. "Very well," he said, his voice softer but still intense. "But remember, the world is dangerous. And while you choose to walk a different path, I will always be here to watch over you. I can't change your mind, but I can make sure you're safe."

Aelys nodded, appreciating the sentiment despite their differing views. "Thank you, Daemon. I value your protection and your loyalty."

With a final, lingering look, Daemon left the chamber, his mind heavy with the weight of his unresolved concerns. Aelys, now alone, turned back to her dragons, who had remained by her side, their protective instincts unwavering.

Present Day

The bustling streets of King's Landing had a familiar rhythm as Aelys Targaryen made her way through the city. The grandeur of the Red Keep loomed ahead, a symbol of the Targaryen legacy that bound her family together. Today, she had a specific destination in mind: the private chambers of her sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her husband, Laenor Velaryon.

As she approached the chamber, the door was opened by a servant who greeted her warmly. Stepping inside, Aelys was immediately enveloped by the comforting ambiance of the room. It was tastefully decorated with Targaryen and Velaryon motifs, blending the regal and the familial. Her gaze was drawn to her nephews, Jacaerys Velaryon (Jace) and Lucerys Velaryon (Luke), who were beaming with excitement as they stood near a finely crafted cradle.

In the cradle, nestled among soft blankets, was a dragon egg, its appearance captivating and distinct. The egg was a deep emerald green with swirling patterns of gold that shimmered in the light. The surface had a glossy sheen, and the intricate designs gave it a sense of mystique and elegance.

Aelys smiled as she approached the boys. "Hello, Jace. Hello, Luke. What a beautiful dragon egg you have there."

Jace, his eyes shining with excitement, spoke up. "Aunt Aelys, we've picked this egg out for our new baby brother. It's from a special clutch, and we were hoping you could help us hatch it."

Luke, standing beside his older brother, nodded eagerly. "Daemon told us about your special ability to hatch dragon eggs. We thought maybe you could do it for us."

Aelys's smile softened, though she felt a pang of reluctance. She gently shook her head. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me, but I must refuse. Hatching dragon eggs is a delicate process, and it's important that it be done by the family members who will raise the dragons. This egg is meant for your brother, and it's best if it's hatched by someone close to him."

Jace looked a bit disappointed, his excitement dimming slightly. "But why not? You're really good at it. I'm sure you could help."

Aelys knelt down to meet their eyes at their level. "I understand your eagerness, but it's important for the dragons to bond with those who will be their companions. It's a part of their growth and development. Besides, I believe you both will be wonderful caretakers for your new brother's dragon."

Luke tilted his head thoughtfully. "But if you don't help, how will we know if the dragon is the right match for him?"

Aelys chuckled softly, her expression warm. "The best way to ensure the right match is to spend time with the egg and learn about it. Dragons have their own ways of showing who they are meant for. Trust in that process. And remember, you have a whole family here to support you."

Rhaenyra and Laenor entered the room at that moment, having overheard the conversation. Rhaenyra placed a comforting hand on Jace's shoulder. "Aunt Aelys is right. You and your brother will do great. And we'll be here to help guide you through the process."

Laenor nodded in agreement. "It's a wonderful egg, and with the care and love you've already shown, it will be in good hands."

Jace and Luke looked reassured by their parents' support. Aelys gave them a warm hug and ruffled their hair affectionately. "I'm so proud of you both. I'm sure this dragon will be a great addition to our family."

"Aunt come and watch my training with Vermax. Please!" Jace pleaded with her Aunt.

"Hehehe, of course. I am a Dragonkeeper after all."

"Yeah!"

The sun was high in the sky as the Dragonpit buzzed with activity. The sprawling grounds were alive with the roar of dragons and the shouts of Dragonkeepers directing their young charges. Today's focus was on training the young Targaryen dragons, particularly Jace Velaryon's dragon, Vermax.

Jace, standing tall and confident, was at the center of the training area. Vermax, a juvenile dragon with shimmering green scales and a wingspan that stretched wide like a small horse, stood beside him. The dragon's scales reflected the sunlight, giving it a captivating, almost ethereal glow. Its eyes, intelligent and alert, followed Jace's every movement.

The Dragonkeepers, clad in their customary garb, were providing instruction and guidance. They were meticulous in their approach, ensuring that Jace's commands were clear and precise. Alicent's sons, Aegon and Aemond Targaryen, were also present, though Aegon appeared disinterested and bored, slouching against a nearby wall. Aemond, on the other hand, watched with keen interest. Alicent also had a daughter whom was named Haelena Targaryan whom was the half sister to Aelys and Rhaenyra whom wasn't present and was now an 11 year old.

"Alright, Jace," called out one of the Dragonkeepers. "Let's see how well Vermax responds to your verbal commands in Valyrian."

Jace took a deep breath and spoke clearly in Valyrian, "Dohaerās!" The dragon immediately stopped in its tracks, its massive form standing still with a grace that belied its size. Jace's face lit up with a smile of satisfaction.

Aegon rolled his eyes, muttering to Aemond, "We've done this already. It's the same routine every time."

Aemond shrugged, his gaze fixed on the young dragon. "It's not just about repeating the routine. It's about perfecting it. You should know that."

One of the Dragonkeepers brought in a goat and Vermax hissed at it eager to eat, "Vermax, rȳbās!" Jace stated but Vermax kept moving towards the sheep. "rȳbās."

One of the Dragonkeepers put a staff in front of Vermax to stop him as he gave a roar, "You must continue to bond with your dragon, nephew, as I have with Morghul and Syraxia. Then they won't listen to anyone else." Aelys assured her nephew. "It'll take time but you'll get there."

"Okay Auntie. Can I say it?" Jace smiled at her and Aelys chuckled but she nodded.

Ignoring his older brother's comment, Jace continued. "Drakarys, Vermax!"

At Jace's command, Vermax opened its jaws, and a stream of bright orange flames erupted, incinerating a live sheep placed nearby. The sizzling sound of the fire and the smell of roasted meat filled the air. The sheep, now a charred carcass, was quickly devoured by Vermax, who consumed the remains with evident pleasure.

Aelys smiled before she went off to continue her other Dragonkeeper duties.