Rhaenyra Targaryen

She would freely admit that she did not really understand her eldest child, the only child by her husband Laenor. Then again, Mavon was a strange boy prone to doing strange things and an odd mixture of far too somber and far too light hearted. Particularly as he was not a dragon rider. Though he had an... odd relationship with dragons. Which is to say that based on the fact that one of the guards was squirming as they sought to gain her attention? "He is fist fighting dragons again, isn't he?"

Oh, a part of her honestly was impressed, because not only did he survive to do this again and again with few injuries, but he usually won. "Yes your highness."

Given the unease, she was actually somewhat disturbed that she could not hear the roars and the sound of combat. "How many of them?"

The man gulped, and so, despite wanting to hug her adventurous son and crowing about what a warrior he was, well, she would HAVE to do something to indicate that he was being a little too reckless. She blinked and spoke, her tone slow and measured. "Repeat what you said. I may need to see the maester to check my hearing."

Now, if her tone was cold and biting as the man repeated himself? "Six of them at once your highness."

She blinked... and started to run. Because yes, on the one hand, her absurd son has regularly managed the impossible. On the other hand, it was far too quiet for there to be a fight involving six dragons going on. A part of her wondered if he was already dead, if he had gone mad and tried to kill himself in what was effectively elaborate suicide. Only, as she rushed out, to see her son lounging on top of Syrax, her beloved dragon and all the others unconscious, even as he just seemed lost in thought as he treated them like some place to take his rest.

Perhaps, as her mouth was dry and loins wet, the reason the dragons did not bond with him was because they did not wish to be the less physically powerful member of the relationship? "Mavon. What exactly are you doing?"

She was resisting the urge to rush to him, to take him on her lap, or to sit on his. There were six unconscious dragons there after all, who may react... poorly to being woken. Still, it was a warm and friendly tone that spoke. "I was sparring mother."

A part of her wanted Laenor to be with her right now, as maybe his father could get through to him? "Sparring. With the dragons."

Her warrior son (some of the faithful of the seven had apparently taken to saying he was the Warrior incarnate, when others were not claiming he was some sort of sorcerer), had the wonderful audacity to nod. "Yup. Tussling with them is always fun."

Frankly, if she did not know that she would die in the attempt? His sheer joy and earnestness almost made it sound like an adventure to go on instead of being mauled or burned. If not just eaten alive. It made her want to match her skill and ability against the dragons. An infectious sort of madness, as she sighed. Particularly as she spotted her other children as they looked from windows, awe on their faces (despite the fact that their elder half brother had literally beaten their dragons unconscious with his fists. Again), and she needed to do something... ah, that would be it. "I am going to have to try and punish you, if only to prevent your brothers..."

On the one hand? She wondered why he waved a hand, his tone as lazy and unbothered as ever when he wasn't reading or fighting. "Mother, I have made it clear to my little brothers. They can only spar with the dragons if they can beat ME."

She paused. "I had not known that." Actually, that suggested that he actually knew what restraint and risk assessment (which were boring) were. "Still, perhaps you should visit your grandfather for a few moons. Enjoy Kings Landing." Ah, that gimlet stare of annoyance just sent a shiver of arousal through her. "After all, you will have to be there frequently in the coming decades after I am queen and you are my heir."

He merely huffed.

Viserys Targaryen

He had an understanding of what was going to happen when his daughter sent him the raven. The fact that there was a terrified and weeping dragon keeper in the court, informing him that HE was back and terrorizing their charges? Well, that merely confirmed things, as Ageon and Aemond perked up, Helaena smiling widely even as Alicent frowned. Well, there was one thing TO do. "Inform my grandson that I require his presence, no matter his desire to exert his dominance over the dragons."

In many ways, his grandson was, between bouts of dragon fighting madness, an able scholar and philosopher, if unpolished and not entirely educated yet. Well read in a wide array of fields and with a capable mind, it was just a pity that he had all the social graces of a warhammer that was lit on fire. In many ways, even more than Daemon, young Mavon was a dragon in human skin. One less prone to drinking and random acts of violence and cruelty against other men at least.

And, as said grandson entered by a secret door into the throne room (a different one from last time as well) instead of the main doors, as was his wont? Well, there was the fact that despite the fact that he went out of his way to cause headaches, he was a heartening presence, full of life and laughter, seemingly filling the hall as his eyes twinkle. It was in many ways a shock, to think his grandson merely fourteen years old.

Still, there was time, even as Helaena giggled and spoke of storms and iron, babbling on about the thoughts that caught her fancy. In many ways, the fact that Mavon treasured her despite this... reassured him that it would be a good match between the two of them.

Corlys Velaryon

From what he could tell? His grandson (and likely the only one that actually WAS his grandson) has this little habit of suddenly appearing in places. Such as his ship. "Grandson. May I ask why you are here?"

Because he had a war to wage against the pirates of the Triarchy and Dorne. Still, his grandson smiled. "Well, I was in the area, and my dragon let me know that he was a mite peckish. So, I was wondering if you needed any place hit?"

Now, that was welcome news, even if it would be a very recent thing. But, there were a few places that stood out, even as as Mavon raised a finger. "That said, the locale will need to be costal." Which was... an odd request, as one of his men came in, a look of panic on his face. "Oh, your going to meet him. Haven't showed him off to the rest of the family yet."

There was embarrassment in the young mans voice, prompting him to narrow his eyes, heading out as the waves were swelling, something massive coming up from the depths... and then the water broke, sparks of lightning dancing along jagged scales. "So, turns out the rest of the family bonded to dragons of air and fire. Turns out I'm a bit of a sea dragon, eh Jormungandr?"

The sea dragon roared, bones vibrating and rattling, even as it seemed more amused than anything else. The things head was as large as his ship. "So, how can we help with the war grandfather?"