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LETSSS GOOOO THE WORD BLORB AS FINALLY LEFT MY MINDDD

My first official part written for my cracked out story Serpentine :DDD. Alyssa has a very special place in my heart and I am SO excited to share my future war criminal with you all!! This is my first like story post ever on tumblr but I do have other ocs and such within different media so we shall see what I share or don’t lmao. I’m kinda nervous 🫣

don’t ask me the word count cuz man idk 😭🙏

Please enjoy and fairly critique!! <33

It was a cold and dreary night, rain splattering against the windows and walls for hours and hours. As young Alyssa sat in front of her pregnant mothers lap, she waited patiently for the heir to the iron throne, the Princess Rhaenyra to finish her braid.

Her mother was humming a tune, a lullaby perhaps, but it was one Alyssa could not recognize. Even if she did she did not bother paying any attention, she was too busy longingly staring at the window.

“Mother?” she called out, not risking to move her neck.

“Yes my little sea star?” Rhaenyra answered.

“When will I have a Dragon?”

Her mother hummed in acknowledgment, she had heard the question, but could not decide the best possible way to answer.

When Alyssa was first handed to Rhaenyra, she had fought tooth and nail to give a dragon egg to her, as is tradition. But the lords of the high council had fought against it. “She is your granddaughter yes, but what if when her uncle demands her back? Makes her his heir? That would risk giving a dragon to your daughter’s murderer.” They reasoned, and the ever impressionable king agreed.

The memory left a bitter taste in Rhaenyra’s mouth. Sitting there, watching these men discredit her daughter and her worth. Discredit her sisters child. Alyssa was a Targaryen, and a strong one at that.

Brushing the thought off to the side for now. She focused her attention on finishing the braid, taking that time to come up with an, acceptable answer.

“Soon, sweet girl.”

“How are you so sure?” She asked, standing to her full height so that her mother would place her on her lap, mindful of the baby bump.

“A mother always knows.” Rhaenrya teased, smoothing down the hairs on her head.

“You say that about everything.” Alyssa pouted, her chubby cheeks puffed full of air.

“And I am always right, am I not Aly?”

“Yes, you are.” She sighed, deflating those puffy checks flat to her face.

Rhaenrya laughed at her daughters behaviour, yes her daughter, although only by name that blood she shared with her, that connection through Daena, she’s learned to cherish it greatly. Some days when the sun shone on her just right, she could see her dear sister, living on in her daughter, oh how proud she would be.

Rhaenyra sighed, brushing her fingers through Alyssa’s baby hairs, framing her face perfectly, “come now sea star, it’s time for bed.”

She gently lifted her off her lap, dusted off her dress and took her small hand in her own, guiding her to the door.

Alyssa whined, trying to budge herself into the floor, “Mother, I’m not tired! Really!”

“You’ll fall asleep the moment you lay in your bed, I know it.”

Alyssa was stubborn, not like her mother who was gentle, always preferring soft songs over raging words. The maesters wondered themselves to death trying to figure out how she of all people was able to claim the dragon Embarax, a former wild dragon, a dragon so violent it had scars from the tips of its horns to the edges of its tail. The same dragon that became so soft, treating Daena as if she was made of glass. Yes Daena Targaryen was not stubborn, her husband, however, Alyssa’s father was a fiercely stubborn man. Valor the Viscous they called him, two Valyrian steel cutlass swords at his hips and a temper that only his wife could calm. He was a warrior and brought great pride to his people. That man was built purely on stubbornness, something his daughter clearly inherited.

Rhaenyra sighed again, clutching her belly and leaned down a bit to smooth her hands against her daughter’s hair, fixing the bow as well.

“Your brothers are asleep, and you promised me after I fixed your braid you would be returning to bed.”

Alyssa huffed, her cheeks as big as chipmunks.

“I am not tired.”

“Is that the only reason?”

It’s as if she knew, a mothers intuition was truly an amazing, always knowing even if your not sure what it is that you do. She simply just knew that Aly had her motives, that there was more than just a simple statement.

“The rumbling..” Alyssa whispered under her breath, her head turned away from her mother’s gaze as if she was embarrassed.

Rhaenyra leaned down a bit more, a confused expression plastered on her face. “What rumbling, sweet girl?”

“Outside, I can hear it.”

“The thunder will fade soon, swee—“

Rhaenrya went to go comfort her again, but Alyssa shook her head, a frantic look in her eyes.

“Not thunder, mother! The rumbling! It—it sounds like, a roar.” Alyssa harshly whisper the last bit, like the thing making the noise could hear them and would attack.

“That’s what it sounds like sometimes. I promise you, once you lay your head, the noise will be gone.” The princess smiled, once again taking her daughter’s hand gently and guiding her to bed.

Alyssa couldn’t argue, she admitted that her reasoning sounded like an elaborate excuse, but to her it was the truth. Something was out there and it would not let her rest until she discovered it, as if those same roars were a calling, saying ‘come and get me, if you dare’.

Alyssa was many things, a coward was never one of them. If you gave that little girl a dare she would be restless till she completed it, no action too dangerous for her. She once climbed the weirwood tree out of spite when her uncle Aegon said she couldn’t even reach the shortest branch.

The queen immediately called for the guards to bring her down.

Another, her brother Jace said she was too much of a baby to try and claim the wild dragon grey ghost, the dragon having been rumoured to rest on the shores of kings landing that week.

Before she could approach the beast, Ser Harwin scooped her up and carried her back to the castle, back to her stressed mother, and amused grandsire.

If whatever was out there in the thunder and rain was mocking her, she would heed that challenge, because she was an Marinus, some of the most fierce fighters on land and sea, the most daring, and the most prideful. Next she was a Targaryen, and closer gods then men they were. Alyssa would never put her family to shame.

“My sweet girl, tis just the thunder I promise you. Now please, for both our sakes, it’s time to sleep now.” Rhaenyra smiled down at her.

Oh, but Aly couldn’t say no to her mother, never in a million years.

Alyssa sighed, quite dramatically and nodded, “yes mother.” leaving her pouty lips.

And by the time the heir to the iron throne tucked her daughter in, giving her a kiss on the forehead, Aly had already grown very tired and had forgotten all about that mocking roar.

“I’ll be back soon, just to check your alright. And if you’re still struggling to sleep, I’ll read you a story.” Rhaenrya said, her body half way out the door, staring at her child lovingly.

“Promise?” Alyssa asked.

“Promise.” Rhaenrya answered.

And with that, she was gone, her sliver blonde hair flowing behind her like a cape, Aly thought it added an extra sense of drama.

Alyssa did sleep, only a short while. Her body tossing and turning as the rain splattered violently against her window. She tried thinking of ways to help her fall asleep. So instead of counting sheep, she decided to recount her day. Her mind landing on a conversation she had with her uncle, her favourite uncle, Aemond.

It was about possible dragons to tame, the topic had come to the wild ones.

“What about sheep stealer? They seem perfect for you.” Aly said, her eyes still focused on the book in her lap, it detailed all the dragons known to westoros at the time, it included all of them, even the dead ones.

“No, I would rather one I know more about.” Aemond shrugged, his body practically leaning on Alyssa, simply so they could idle at the pages words and drawing together.

This is how knights, servants and even family would find them, nestled together in the library or the gardens, a book shared between them, talking, laughing, even gossiping if they had the right information about the workings around them. This is also where they would be most of the time, if not, Aly was with her mother or sweet aunt Haelena, listening to her ramblings where the queen would soon join the two girls, and Aemond, either stuck with his maesters, stuck in the courtyard training, or stuck in that gods forsaken dragon pit. Where he would stand, thinking how he would rather spend time with his niece, his ever curious girl Aly.

It was the quite the sight to see them joined at the hip at first like this, together a vestige of the past some would say, before the family in-fighting started. Aemond in his green get-up, dressed to represent his mother, the contrast it created with Alyssa’s lavender dress, striking but nice. You’re wondering, why not blue? Well, because she’s not a Velaryon. She is under the care of her grandsire the king and frequently switches her living quarters between her adoptive mother, Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent. The two women having their own dresses made for her, but whenever possible, she’d wear lavender, pink peach or yellow.

“Vermithor perhaps? If your mother permitted a visit to dragon stone.” Alyssa mumbled on at the end, realizing how impossible it now sounded.

“Perhaps,” Aemond hummed, turning to her “if I begged hard enough, but she said begging is unbecoming.” He rolled his eyes, that made Alyssa’s giggle.

“And what of you niece? Any wild dragons you would hope to claim?” He inquired, a curious look about him.

“Hmm, I know what dragon you’re suggesting, and I wish not to hear it.” She turned her head in defiance, suddenly finding the to familiar plants more interesting.

“Embarax was—“

“My mother’s dragon, my dead mother’s dragon.” She snapped.

Aly loved asking about her, she loved hearing stories about her from her grandsire, who would sit her on his lap and ramble on and on about the kind of girl she was, Daena was this, Daena was that, Daena was sweet, kind, studious, gentle, warm. The things she’ d learn would stir her curious little mind down a new rabbit role, the stories she hoped were never ending. Visery too for her sake. But as of lately, the mere mention of her mother would send her into a sort of, depression. As if the life and legacy she’d been more desperate to hear about suddenly gave her nothing but cold sadness in her heart. It was quite the switch that everyone noticed.

“I don’t think Embarax would like me much.” She huffed, place the entire book on Ameonds lap. She wanted to flee this conversation as fast as possible.

“Why wouldn’t he? You are the closest reminder of his first rider.” Aemond, curious and worried only egged her on, a cherished fact between them was the promise to never keep secrets. They’d only hurt the both of them.

“The rider I killed!” She broke like dam, her words spluttered out as she marched out of the garden and towards gods know where, her uncle rushed after her, calling her name but—

No, enough of that. What an unpleasant memory that is, she’d rather count sheep now.

She huffed, closed her eyes then and willed her brain to shut—

ROOOAAARRRRRR

There it was! There it was again! That damned roar! This time however, she was certain she heard her name. Yes, between all the booms, and clashes, she heard her name long and drawn. It was mocking, an insult to her character almost. This is what Daena the Darling died to have? A daughter not as strong as her father, not as viscous as he?

No, enough of that. No more would she hear the whispers in the halls after this. She would prove herself.

The lost princess of Nautina, the true born child of the Marinus dynasty would not fail.

Sprinting out of bed, she rushed to fix her shoes and her cloak, and began her sleathy escape out the castle towards that mocking cry.

Soon, Alyssa Marinus would have her first victory.

In the mean time, Rhaenyra prepared herself to visit her daughter. She meant to make good on her promise. Her husband, Ser Laenor, drunkly splayed out on the couch nearby, swore to check on their sons, before he knocked out. She made a mental note to either slap him awake, or check on the boys herself.

As she glided her way down the hallway to her daughter’s chambers, she felt as if something was wrong. There was something or someone, out of place? Her gut feeling almost gave her nausea how intense it was. Was it Aly? No, it couldn’t be. Could it? Alyssa was stubborn yes, and sometimes would do something out of pure pettiness, but she has never directly disobeyed her before, so why would she now? And why did it feel as if she was doing so much more than simply being awake?

With that, Rhaenyra picked up her pace, the book clasped tightly to her chest as she finally made it to her destination. There at the door stood the kingsguard meant to protect the princess at night. She never could remember his name, Ser Lindell, was it? It did not matter.

“Good day Ser, tell me has my daughter left this room at all?” She asked, slightly out of breath. Having just sprinted down the long hallway pregnant.

“No, my princess. I haven’t heard her get up once.”

“Good, that’s good.” And with that the knight opened the door for her, she let herself in “Thank you Ser.” Rhaenrya mumbled quietly.

When she took a good look at her daughter’s bed, it looked as if there was nothing to worry about, there she was, her body forming a lump under all those blankets and furs. But as much as her mind told her Alyssa was here, her gut kept telling her to properly check, to just be safe.

And as Rhaenyra stared more at that shapeless lump, she realized, the shape it made didn’t make sense, where would her head be? What of her arm that always dangled off the mattress? And where’s her sliver blonde hair?

She rushed forward, pulling the blankets hastily off and,

“Alyssa?!”

She gasped loudly, her gut was unfortunately right. She wasn’t here.

“Ser Lindell!” She screamed even loudly, and the knight rushed in, hand gripping his sword at his waist.

“What is it, princ—“

“Call my husband, now!”

Rhaenyra shouted, dashing all over the room, looking for her child. Some part of her mind hoped that Aly was just playing a joke on her, a cruel childish joke, but alas she was not here. She wasn’t anywhere, as if she vanished from thin air.

“The princess Alyssa, my child is missing! Call for husband, and my father as well—“

And then she saw it, there was sort of the wall that shouldn’t be open, a hidden passage which looked to lead into Maegors secret tunnels. Oh, that smart girl. How she figured this one out, if it was her own doing, Rhaenyra will be sure to ask.

“My gods,” The princess felt sick, she clutched her head and stomach turned to the knight. “Hurry!”

Ser Lindell must of left the room in lighting speed, as when the princess finally decided to sit to settle her nausea, her husband Ser Laenor finally bursted through the room, “Rhaenyra, what has happened?!”

“She’s gone Laenor! Alyssa’s gone!” She couldn’t hold back the tears in her eyes, as she clutched onto the arms of her kneeling husband, she began to fear the worst. What if a loyalist had taken her in the night, shipping her home as a sign of rebellion, or what if her mad uncle himself had set for her to be taken and killed. So much was running through her mind, all of them the worst scenarios she could possibly conjure in her mind.

“Where could she have gone?” He asked.

“I don’t know Laenor! I. Do not. Know! My gods, what if—“ Rhaenyra’s heart shattered as the tears in her eyes cascaded down her face, not even able to finish her sentence.

“Please, you mustn’t think like this. Alyssa is smart and tricky, if she was taken—“

“She’s ten years of age! She’s a child, Laenor, if she was taken she must be horrified!” She screamed in his face, in this moment she could not listen to his rational theories, her little girl, her precious sea star is missing and no one, not given the damn kingsgaurd assigned to her knew of her whereabouts. Yes, she knew Alyssa was smart and tricky and clever on her feet, but she is still just a child. A child with fears, and a child who can panic and freeze on the spot.

Laenor stood from his spot just as the same time, for some reason, the Queen stomped through the door, behind her following closely her loyal dog, Ser Criston. She looked around, almost as horrified as Rhaenyra when she hardened her face and turned to the couple.

“What is the meaning of this?! Alyssa is missing?!”

“Your grace—“ Laenor began to speak.

“What of her assigned kingsguard?! The one meant to protect her at night?! Where is he?!”

He stepped forward, unfortunately making himself known to the rage full queen, and her guard dog.

“Your grace, I didn’t hear—“

“Hear? Or didn’t bother paying attention? How could you not hear an enormous door creak open?” Ser Criston barked, a hand resting on his seethed sword as he marched forward on the man.

“Ser—“

“Or did you not bother to properly do your duty? Dozing off while protecting the kings only granddaughter?”

He was up close and personal when he clutched the collar of the Lindell’s armour, tossing him around before throwing him to the side.

“Ser Criston that is enough!” Alicent shouted, looking at the door before turning back to Rhaenyra.

“How?” It was cold, and simple. Alicent wanted answers.

“What?”

“We leave her in your care for the night and she’s gone?!”

“Am I meant to guard her door myself your grace?! With child and all?!” Rhaenyra couldn’t help but argue back.

“Your quarters are the closet—“

“The guard YOU assigned failed to even open his ears—“

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Everyone in the room, with the exception of Alicent and Rhaenyra bowed as the king barged his way through the door, his cane hitting the ground heavy with each foot step.

“Where is she?! Where is my granddaughter!?”

“Forgive me my king, but—“

“The kingsguard assigned to protect her in the night has failed at his duty, your grace. My sweet daughter, Princess Alyssa is missing.”

For as disheveled and distressed the Princess Rhaenyra looked, it was impressive how her voice remained clear and strong. The short screaming match clearly helped her release some pent up and dangerous emotion. She stood firm and tall, her hands gripped her gown so tightly that her knuckles appeared to be turning white.

“How?! How could you have failed at a task so easy?!” It was Viserys this time who had gotten close up in the face with the aforementioned guard, who looked close to shitting his own trousers.

“I don’t—“

“My love please, never mind him! Alyssa, she’s gone and clearly no one here knows where too!” Alicent was the one to once again break apart the would be murdering of this man. That is twice she has saved, more than what she’s happy with.

“We shall have the remaining kingsguard and city watch out looking for her. If she was taken then the bastards could have not gotten far.” The hand, Ser Lyonel Strong acted as the voice of reason.

Then, a large boom resonated within the room. It was strong and loud, but the more Rhaenyra stood there as everyone talked of plans to get her baby girl back, she heard something else within the loudness of the thunder and raging rains.

“No,” Rhaenyra finally realized something, she realized it so hard, it drained the colour from her face.

“She—“ the princess looked up to see that the now large crowd of people, city watch and kingsguard, some few hand maidens along with the soul digging eyes of the queen herself were watching her.

“She spoke of a rumbling, not thunder. She was scared to go to bed, as if it was not nature out there, but a creature.”

ROOOOARRRR

Everyone then seemed to realize what she had. Alyssa was never taken in the night. She went what looking for him.

“Embarax.” The king whispered out loud, the colour too draining from his face. He knew that roar, he knew it far too well for comfort.

“Ser Criston! You must reach her before she does the dragon!” The queen pushed the knight out the room, urging him to run.

“Laenor—“

“I’ll take seasmoke.” The man was already half way out the room.

It had gotten silent. Eerily so. Some handmaidens and taken to clutching their hands together in prayer, the kingsguard and city watch soon ran out as well, better everyone look for where the princess might have made her way out the red keep.

“What will happen if she encounters the beast?” The hand was the one to ask the question no one dared even think of.

“We hope, that Embarax will spare her, if he does not allow her to claim him.” The king swallowed,

“Embarax is a very angry dragon.”

And with that, Rhaenyra sobbed so hard she fell back into her seat.

Alyssa had no idea the panic she had caused, as a matter of fact she didn’t even think about it. Her stubbornly curious mind was to enthralled with whatever was calling her so mockingly. She was too in a rush to confront the thing out there she forgot to leave the note she intended for her mother to see.

Well, she’ll understand when she finally gets to tell her about the rumbling and its reasons.

She had made it half way down to the shores, past the dragon pit. Alyssa was able to track down the right people to ask for directions. And by right people, she asked the citywatch men who had their helmets a little to down to see her white hair under her cloaks hood.

“My father is a fisher.” She lied.

“He sent me to pick up the bait he left home for some night fishing.” She fibed.

And when they asked, “Then how do you not know the directions?” “Why is he fishing in this weather?”

“It’s too dark out. I have a lazy eye, good Ser.” and “He believes the best fish come up the surface with this kind of rain.” She lied and lied some more.

So they pointed her in the right direction, she thanked them for their service and went on her merry way. Unaware of the hundreds of men sent to find her, and the dragon who had left the pit.

When she had made it to the shores of kings landing, she was confused. She followed the noises diligently, and even whispered the directions given to her over and over. So where was the blasted thing? Was her mother right? The rumbling was not a mocking creature but the lighting and thunder playing a cruel joke on her?

No, she refused to believe it. Alyssa knows what she heard, it was loud, it was clear and it was calling her name. Not Alyssa Targaryen, but Alyssa Marinus. Her true born name.

Then she saw it, something in the sky, almost circling her like a vulture. It was large and black and had wings the size of the full moon in the sky. Its tail long and like a whip, swaying back and forth as it pranced around in the air.

Then the thing dove, hard. Diving beneath the waves before it launched itself up again.

It was beautiful. A spectacle, a dance and a work of art in it of itself. Alyssa stood there absolutely mesmerized, not caring at all that the wind had knocked her hood off, drenching her in rain and soaking her to the bone. The winds and water hit her so harshly it freed her hair from its braid and the black bow her mother had tied in it had flown off with the gust. She didn’t even notice nor did she care. All she could do was stare.

The creature landed on the shore near her and the impact of them hitting the ground created a large slash of air, almost knocking her to her feet. They roared, so loud and deep it shook the waves and the clouds. That was the rumbling.

The beast, the thing, by the gods it was a dragon.

As much as it all made sense in this moment, she wish it didn’t.

Because that dragon was her birth mother’s. Embarax.

Perhaps it called her here to eat her as revenge, or to see what his rider had died for. That’s why he called her out in mockery, what a disappoint then, if he eats her and she hardly files that gaping hole. Whatever the reason, Alyssa was scared as she was mesmerized. Scared this was her end, to meet the most ironically poetic death imaginable for a Targaryen. But mesmerized, that this beautiful dragon could move with such grace, such power that her heart could only beat faster as he approached closer.

“Pretty..” she whispered into the night, her voice being swept away with the rain.

The water pelting the dragon did wonders for its appearance. Making Embarax look like a creature from the sea.

Embarax blinked slowly blinked like an owl, he then sniffed her, grunting as he backed away to sit on his haunches. He looked regal, almost godly as he stared down at her as if she was nothing but a speck of dust.

And in that moment Alyssa felt more worthless than a speck of dust. The way this dragon looked at her it was as if she were equal to nothing. So below him that her mere presence must have offended him to his very core. Daring to even put herself forward to him, it must have disgusted him. This is what Daena had died for.

“So pretty.”

Alyssa had this dumb smile on her face, she did not care about but for if she were to assume the dragons thought, he must think she looks absolutely ridiculous and a second away from death.

“You must hate me.” She spoke, her high Valyrian a bit fresh, the words pronounced accurately but not confidently, as if she feared being right.

“I took away your friend.” Her tone more sad now.

Yet somehow, it looked like the beast understood her every word. All Embarax had done was stare so intensely at her that his cobalt eyes looked to be drying out. But he sat there, almost nose to nose with her and understood her sentiments completely.

“I’m sorry.”

Embarax then purred, almost as if stating that he forgave her and understood.

He then threw his upper body towards the sky, letting out a fearsome roar that surely all of kings landing could hear. He then slammed back down his wings creating a crater in the sand as he put their bodies closer than ever. Alyssa could feel his breath blow against his face.

Suddenly she couldn’t feel the rain. All she could feel was the buzzing in her bones.

She reached forward, her hand just inches away from his snout.

“Do you think she’d like me?”

Embarax grunted, closed his eyes and leaned his head into her hand.

Alyssa had felt that buzzing shoot through her arm and touch him. They felt connected.

The beast then turned his body, leaning his large wing down and practically laying on his belly, he nudged her forward, as if to say “get on.”

And so she did. Carefully this little girl climbed his scales and gripped the handles of his saddle, pulling her body up and comfortably on her new seat.

The dragon jostle a little, as if trying to help her get on faster, his neck twisted as far back as it could go, looking at her with a new found curiosity and gentle gaze.

Once he had realized that she was seated properly on his back, he rose to his feet and turned to the shore, running in the direction of the water.

Alyssa giggled, she found this new sensation like being on top of the world, as if she was untouchable.

With a laugh she screamed, “sōvēs!”

And off the two went. Embarax beating his wings against the wind and shot off with power, his tail trailing the water behind them and spraying Alyssa’s hair. She laughed even harder and Embarax rose higher and higher.

From the back of her new companion she could see everything, flea bottom, the sept, and the entirety of the dragon pit along with the Red Keep. She saw the tower her grandfather had given her mother, she saw the gardens where they kept the Weirwood tree and other plants. She could see everything.

But the most amazing thing saw, when they were high enough that she looked above her, were the stars. They shone so brightly what was as if one of them knew they deserved to be seen. When she blinked they danced and twinkled across the vass darkness that was the night. She wanted to touch them, she wanted to bottle them up in little jars and give them to her loved ones. She could see it now, one for Jace, one for Luke, for Haelena, her mother and father, her grandsire and Alicent. Not one for Argon, but one for Aemond, perhaps two.

But when she reached upwards, something was in her way, a giant white puffy cloud. The clouds were so close to her face she realized, that she couldn’t resist it, she took a hand full of the cloud and she couldn’t stop laughing with joy. It was soft like she expected but a little wet as well. With a smile she threw her arms out besides her and screamed with pride so loud, she was sure even the sewer rats below kings landing could her from this far up in the sky. Embarax, clearly enjoying himself too, roared out along with her, the two of them creating this symphony together. Truly in this moment, the girl and the dragon were connected.

“Lenton, Embarax!” She shouted still with that smile, petting him gently as she spoke.

“Ivestragī īlva jikagon lenton.” (Let us go home.)

And so, Embarax sharply turned his body, not towards the shore were they first meant, but to a different direction. More far out the waters of kings landing. It was only when she saw them past dragon stone that she realized where she was taking her.

Nautina.

“No! “ she screeched, pulling on his reins as hard as she could, so hard in fact she almost flung herself backwards had Embarax not listened to her demand.

“Daor Embarax! Lenton naejot se zaldrīzes gaomagon!” (No Embarax! Home, to the dragon keep!)

The dragon listened with a roar, sharply trying his entire body around in one swift motion. When she had made it once again past dragon stone, she saw something white and large in the sky. It was not a cloud, it looked too spiky to be one. Then it made noises as it dived between her only to rise up to glide beside her.

“Oh seven hells.” She muttered, her voice muddled away by the wind whipping past her face.

“Alyssa Targaryen! Land that dragon at once!” Laenor shouted. It was so clear it was impressive, years of riding clearly helped him find his voice through the sky.

She groaned, she was hoping this night would go splendidly in her favour, which meant not getting caught out of the keep. Her father being here meant that her mother was definitely aware of her absence and she would be in for the biggest scolding of her life. She’d probably be confide to her quarters for the unseeable future. What a waste, to finally have a dragon to call her friend, only to be grounded to the soil unable to feel this free for a long, long time.

She heard Embarax grumble as the young Seasmoke started nudging himself closer and closer to his side, seeming to point his snout in the direction of the Dragonspit. Or maybe he was simply saying hello.

Alyssa sighed one final time as her and her newly acquired dragon landed on the steps of the pit, dragon keepers and knights of the kingsguard lined themselves around the entrance. She heard them murmur in High Valyrian, a blessing one said, another whispered something about a bad omen, he was quickly struck in the knee by the eldest dragon keeper.

When it was finally time for her to descend off Embarax’ back, the dragon began to protest, shaking slightly so she’d have to sit to keep balance.

“Oof!” When Aly failed to get off the saddle a third time, that’s when the dragon keepers finally decided it was time to step in.

“Dohaerās, Embarax..” (Serve, Embarax). One of them commanded, his voice stern and stable, it could only come from years of experience, of understanding these creatures.

Embarax began to growl, realizing his was surrounded by not only dragon keepers, but warriors, the city watch now coming to separate the spectating citizens of kings landing.

“Princess!” One Kingsgaurd stepped forward, Ser Criston Cole, the queens dog, Alyssa would mock to her brothers sometimes.

She tilted her head at him, confused but he continued. “The Queen has demand—“

“Aly! Seastar! Are you alright!?” Her father ripped himself off his dragon after a hasty landing, pushing through the crowd of knights and standing bravely close to her dragon. “Your mother has been worried sick! Do you have any—“

“The Queen has orders for you to be retrieved safely and brought to her. Now, off the dragon princess, she is waiting.” Cole cut Laenor off fast, stepping in to the side of him but keeping his distance. He looked to the dragon keepers with a face that told them to hurry the fuck up.

When Embarax had finally calmed down he hand lowered his upper body to the ground and created a slide for Alyssa using his wing, though it was very narrow.

“I’m—“ she grunted as she landed half hazardously on the ground, hitting her hands and knees before she quickly bounced back off the ground and dusted her skirt of any dirt. “Fine. Great actually!” Alyssa couldn’t help but smile like a maniac looking very bit of proud she hoped her mother and grandsire would be.

“Father that was amazing! The most exhilarating thing I have ever done in my life! We were so close to the stars and—“ mid way through her ramblings her father had picked her up and clutched her tightly to his chest.

(Laenor was meant to be a girl dad. Fight me on this.)

“Oh, silly girl.” He smiled at her, brushing the wet hair out of her face. “You’re shivering.” He brought her closer to him and started rubbing her back in an effort to warm her up.

“My lord, the Queen commands for the princess to be brought to her.” Cole coughed out.

“The Queen can wait a moment, my wife, her mother, needs to know her daughter is safe and warm.” Laenor had put heavy emphasis on the title of mother, the last thing he would do was hand his daughter to this man.

“The princess Alyssa is under the care of the king and queen, the princess Rhaenyra can wait—“

“I want to see mother.” Alyssa, lifted her head from Laenors shoulder and whispered the words in such a small meek voice that it reminded everyone that this was still a little girl, a little girl who had just tamed an angry unclaimed dragon that had been terrorizing sailors and fishermen for years.

“Of course, seastar.” He smiled down at her, smoothing the wild curls on top of her head. He decided that the conversation between him and the dog were well and done with, commanding one of men of the city watch to bring him his horse.

As her father lifted them both atop his steed, Alyssa caught one final glimpse at her new friend, who was being cautiously lead into the dragon pit. She smiled, so warmly that it brought the heat back to her cheeks. She would see him again soon, even if she was forbidden from leaving her chambers she’d simply sneak out again. That’s what Maegors tunnels were for after all.

When they finally made it through the doors of the redkeep, she finally asked.

“Am I in trouble?” She tilted her head.

Laenor could only laugh. “We shall see.”

The palace staff had immediately guided them to a room, a large one that she had recognized soon as she saw the doors, the kings chambers. A place she admittedly spent a lot of time. Her and her grandsire were close, very close. They’d read to each other, often about Old Valyria, she’d ask him questions ranging from her birth mother and grandmother, to dragons like Balerion.

“Father?” She whispered right before they stepped through the doors.

“Yes Alyssa?”

“I’m scared.”

Laenor smiled gently at her, fixing her hair again, “After tonight, you should be fearless, sweet girl. You conquered the sea beast.”

And with that they stepped through and were meet with a heavy sigh of relief.

When Rhaenyra had heard the doors open, she had stopped her light pacing and whipped her head around so fast, from a distance you’d think the woman would break her neck if not careful.

She sighed loudly like a weight had been lifted off her chest and she rushed forward in quick steps.

“Oh thank the gods!”

Once Laenor had gently placed her on the floor, she ran to her mother who immediately swiped her into her arms and held her so tightly, as if she feared she run off and disappear again.

“You’re shaking! And— and your hair! Seastar why would you—“

“I was right.” Alyssa smiled again, that crazy smile that would unsettle anyone had they not known her. It, funnily enough, disturbed only the Queen, who stood in the corner with crossed arms next to her husband, Viserys had the largest grin Alyssa had ever seen on his face.

Rhaenyra sighed, her smile was tired as she looked at her little girl with nothing but fondness in her eyes, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead, perhaps to give herself peace of mind. Her daughter was okay. “Yes Alyssa, you were right. Elinda,” she turned to her handmaiden who and stood diligently by the princess in case her water broke from stress. “Would you fetch a blanket for my daughter?”

“Yes, Princess.” And with that she scurried off quickly.

“Little Lyssa, haha! My brave girl!” The king stepped forward this time with his arm opened wide, Alyssa and Rhaenyra knew what that meant.

So she carefully placed her daughter down and she ran herself right into her grandsires arms, he laughed joyfully as he hugged her back just as tight.

Rhaenyra hoped that Daena, her spirit at least could see this image, and that she knew that she was just as proud as he was.

“Once again you do nothing but amaze this old man.” Viserys smiled and rubbed the top of her head. “How was it? Your first flight?”

“Amazing.” She shuddered out with a huff of her breath. She was tired and cold, clearly so but she tried to put up a front.

“We almost touched the stars, they were so close.” She smushed her cheek against his belly, using him as a sort of support.

“Really now?” He hummed, rubbing her back.

“Mhm, but we could only reach the clouds.”

The Queen cleared her throat and wiped her palms on the skirt of her dress. “Alyssa dear, what you did was—“ She sighed, looking over to Rhaenyra and Laenor. The princess stood there with a look of daring, daring the Queen to bring her daughter’s proud moment to an end. Laenor simply, stood tall, arms crossed and simply ready to pick Alyssa up in an instant and walk out of the room.

Alicent kneeled down, softly petting the hairs on Alyssa’s head before moving to caress her cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of white skin that laid over her right eye.

“Perhaps Alyssa should rest near our chambers tonight.”

“What?” Alyssa unlatched herself from her grandsire, turning her head between mother and father.

“I’m not meant to stay with you for another week, your grace.” It is not as if she disliked being in the queens company, it’s simply that everything was so, dull. So silent and tense, as if a thousand words wanted to be said between her and her children but the only thing that could come from their mouths were critiques and snide remarks. So everyone stayed quiet, words of affection never spoken.

Alicent greatly grabbed her shoulder, Alyssa could feel her nudging her a bit. “Tis true, but your actions tonight can’t not be without consequences.”

“I am being punished?”

“Dear girl, of course not now. It’s simply a matter of safety.”

“But I didn’t run away! I came back! I was never going to go far! Even when he tried to take me away—“ Alyssa bite her tongue so hard, she feared she severed it in half.

“What are you speaking of?” Viserys chimed in, he still held his goofy smile, but his eyebrow raised. To be king is to be observant.

“Nothing!” She stood a little straighter, as if she was just prodded with a stick. Something her septa enjoyed torturing her with whenever she slouched. She knew that nobody in this room would like her answer, ‘oh my dragon took my command to go home as me saying take me to my uncle mongering uncle across the sea.’ If they knew that, she’d be confided to the red keep still she aged away, never let out of her family’s sight again.

“Nothing grandsire I am simply, so utterly tired. First flights I hear do that to you.” Now she was rambling, if she kept up these nonsensical spewing of words she was sure to accidentally let the wrong ones fly out of her mouth. So she pivoted on her foot like a solider and ran to her parents, taking both their hands in hers and rushing out of the kings chambers as if she were a criminal.

“Goodnight grandsire, Queen Alicent!” And with that, she hauled the three of them down the hall and around the corner.

She could not wait to tell Aemond of her adventure at the morrow.

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ARGHHH ITS OVER IM FREE OF MY WRITERS BLOCKKK.

Hoped all u reading enjoyed this because I know I did!! My first ever tumblr story and hopefully not my last!! Let me know if yall wanna hear more about/from Alyssa because now she has a special place in my heart.

Thanks for reading!!

-Mackii

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