I led my dragon go a green field where Rhaegar and Viserion laid on their pile of charcoal kills and grasses. Viserion looking peaceful as he napped and Rhaegar watching over him. As we got closer my dragon stops. Looking at her children with a tint of fear in her eyes. As Rhaegar looks at his with his protective gaze. My dragon grips my arm as I try to take a step forward. Looking back at her, I give her a small smile and squeezed her hand. Letting her know that it's ok. Hesitating she lets go of my arm, letting me to step towards the two.
Rhaegar growls as I got closer, Viserion waking from his nap and stares at me with a threatening gaze. I stop, then ever so slowly I start to kneel. My head down to my chest and my left arm resting on my left knee. The sounds of rustling makes my skin crawl, but I kept my head down. The breath of the siblings made me want to gag, as they sniffed and breathed on me. Slowly I look up and see them bowing their heads back to me. Stretching my arm behind my, I gesture my dragon to come closer.
Turning around I give her a smile, telling her that it's ok. Slowly she grasp my hand, and kneels next to me. Bowing her head as I did, the two children looks down at their mother with a soft gaze. Before nuzzling their snouts to her head, smiling she reaches up and scratches their head. Making them purr in delight.
"The way to tame a dragon is to gain their respect. Dragons are the most dangerous beasts, but they are also wise. You are their mother, and as their mother you have to teach them. You said that they understand high Valaryan. Train them to understand who deserves to burn, and those who do not. They will listen to you, because you are one of them." I softly said, placing my hand on her shoulder as she comforts her children. Standing up from my spot, i began to turn around to give my Dragon a moment alone with her children. That was until a loud roar filled the sky. Looking up I see Drogon flying down to land in front to his brothers. Roaring at them to show his dominance.
The two stand in front of their mother, as if they were protecting her from Drogons temper. They roared among themselves, that was until Drogon grew quiet. He turned to his mother, then me, as if he was deciding something. He then walked over to his mother slowly, looking at her in the eye for a while. I can see she started to become anxious as he made his way to her. Stopping he glances at me, I flash my face and move my head to my dragon. Telling him to listen to his mother, which he grumbles before looking back down at him mother. Blowing at her before bowing his head down to her, showing his respect for her. My dragon looks at her child with admiration and love, placing her hand on his snout scratching it gently. Causing him to purr, she smiles.
I smile at the two, even though Drogon is stubborn as well and is the more dominant one, he still respect his mother. And loves her twice as much, which I believe makes him the favorite. She looks back at me with a bright smile, telling me her thank you and that she loved me. I nod my head in return before I felt two growls behind me. Next thing I know I was yet again covered in dragon spit.
Dammit
**
It's been a year since the child charred incident. Since my Dragon decided to lock up her two children. I, of course, refused the thought, but there was no changing her mind. It's just a precaution. She says I need to keep my people safe. In which she isn't wrong but they are just littles, plus they never killed any children. Just Drogon, who has entered the stage of teenage rebellion. The idea of chaining anything makes my stomach twist, sure they're rapid beasts but their also children as well. I advised for her to at least visit them once or twice a week, just so that they can still connect with their mother. She was hesitant about the idea, if I told her to remember that she was their mother, and that they would never hurt her. But she refuses, though that didn't stop me from visiting them. Twice a week I visited them, even though I could NEVER speak High Valyrian, I felt like they still understood them. I would sit at the bottom of the stair and just talk about what's been going on and how their mother was. Every time i mentioned her, they would let out a sad sigh. Missing their mother, that's one thing that we have in common. I've been thinking a lot, surprisingly, mainly about the haunting tune that I keep hearing. I've also been getting nightmares so sleep hasn't been as refreshing as it should be. I can't even recall the last time I had a good night sleep. Every night I would wake up either screaming or gasping for air. It does worry Daenerys, but I keep telling her that I was fine. Knowing how being a queen takes a lot of attention, since I've been dealing with meetings after meetings with Pirate lords across the other side of the ocean. Wanting to know what is going on and if they can help. I just done even know anymore. We also made new adjustments to Meereen, such as the winged lady statue that sat on top of the pyramid. They were going to make a ramp to slip it off, but I BEGGED my Dragon to let me and my boys have a bit of fun. Luckily she allowed it and we Blew up that chunk of metal. It was amazing, though we did end up making a dent, but hey it was gone.
Right now we all were in the war room, discussing the "sons of the Harpy". Since one killed a soldier that was trying to relief some stress. Is anything sacred anymore?
"Sons of the Harpy?" My dragon questions as she and I looked down at the golden mask.
"Yes your grace, they left it on the body." Confirms Barristan.
"They've never killed before" she argues as I picked up the mask and looked over it. Noticing a hint on perfume radiating off of it.
"It was only a matter of time. Your grace. Conquers always meets with residents." States Barristan.
"I didn't conquer them, their own people did." Defends Dany. While they talked about the fallen soldier, I looked on the back of the mask, seeing a sweat mark upon the gold. I wipe my fingers across it, before sniffing it. Charcoal, and a flower that I can't put my finger on. Most likely be a black smith, but then there's that flowery smell. Could be a writer, damn.
"What was the name of the man you lost?" My dragon asks Grey Worm. As I place the mask back in the table.
"White rat, your grace." He replies. Making me slightly smile. I remembered that was the name that I used back in Port Royal. Ahh the good old days.
"I want him buried, with honor, publicly. In the temple of the Graces." She orders. I place my hand on her arm to comfort her, she replied with a sigh and placed hers on mine.
"The sons of the harpy will hear that message." Warns Barristan.
"Make them very angry." Agrees the representative.
"Angry snakes lash out. Makes chopping off their heads that much easier. Find the men that did this and bring them to me." She sneers.
"I believe I know where you might want to first look." All head turn to me.
"The mask has a sweat mark, from it I was able to tell that this man works with charcoal and flower. Which means that he's either a blacksmith or a writer who is a noble. And by the state of the gold, it's been well taken care of. Polished and cleaned throughly, you can tell my the amount of brush marks that covered both sides of the mask. So according the to map, there are a total of three shops that sell/work with charcoal and flowers simultaneously. I advice asking them if a employee that cleans or is overly obsessed with cleaning." I stated placing my hands on my hips. They all looked at me with shocked fazes, while my dragon had a smirk being proud of me.
"What? I may be a pirate but I'm not stupid." I stated. Shrugging my shoulder, and giving my Dragon a kiss on her cheek, before leaving the room to meet up with Smithy.