"The House Targaryen is stronger together." Queen Rhaella I Targaryen, Grandmother of the Messiah.
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The closer she got to the dragon, the faster Daenerys' heart beat, she could smell the sulfur and smoke, which might be an unpleasant smell to many, but she found it very pleasant.
She watched as her nephew stroked the creature's long neck, and the dragon simply melted to his caresses, as if it were a cat, a cat as big as a hill and spitting fire.
When she got close enough, Daenerys saw the dragon's eyes fall on her, red eyes that resembled hot coals from a bonfire. She was completely paralyzed as the dragon brought its head close to her and began to sniff her, as if discovering something interesting.
Unlike the fear one would feel in such a situation, Daenerys just laughed, she wanted to hug the dragon's snout but hesitated, not wanting to disturb it. But suddenly her hand was caught by another and brought to the dragon's scales.
Feeling the touch transmitted through her hand, Daenerys opened her mouth and looked directly into the dragon's eyes, which were staring back at her.
"Don't be afraid, Caraxes likes you." Daenerys heard her nephew's deep, melodious voice behind her and realized it was he who had forced her to touch the dragon's scales.
"It's beautiful, nephew." She commented with an emotional tone, never in her life had she thought that a nephew could do what she was doing, caress a giant dragon!
"I think he'll like being called powerful instead of handsome." Aenar commented in an amused tone, really liking Daenerys and Rhaella's reaction to seeing Caraxes so close. The astonishment on their faces, even if it wasn't the first time they saw him, was really interesting.
"Yes, you're a very strong and very handsome boy." Daenerys laughed at Aenar's joke and spoke, stroking the scales warmly to the touch and adding something else to the last part of her speech.
Turning to Aenar, Daenerys used the deadliest weapon she possessed, a cute, pleading look! She grasped Aenar's hand and asked in a tone full of pleading and adoration. "Nephew, can you take me flying in Caraxes?"
Rhaella rolled her eyes at her daughter's performance; she knew that her daughter could be manipulative whenever she wanted, like right now. Unfortunately, she wasn't immune to that look, which was simply impossible to defend against.
"All right, but some other time." Aenar didn't refuse, how could he do that in front of that look.
Daenerys couldn't hold back her smile any longer and let out a graceful laugh.
After saying goodbye to Caraxes, the three family members, along with Missandei, remained silent throughout the walk. Although she was spying on Aenar, just as Daenerys was doing at that moment.
Arriving at the place where they would have breakfast, Aenar was not surprised to see Kinvara and Benerro present.
"Son of the Light." Kinvara bowed and greeted Aenar with all possible respect and devotion, as did Benerro.
"You and Benerro have done an excellent job, the Red Faith has grown a lot in these almost six years." Aenar wasn't stingy with his praise, both of them had really done more than he had expected. The Red Faith had grown so much that he was satisfied with the results of these almost six years.
"It is an honor to help the Messiah with his concerns." Benerro replied with an even more pious tone than Kinvara, if that was possible. The man looked at Aenar as if he considered him his god.
"Let's talk business while we eat." Aenar said as he sat down in the main chair. They all nodded and sat down at the table.
Just as Aenar was about to speak, another figure walked through the door.
It was Visenya, and unlike the day before, she wasn't covered in blood, so Aenar could see what his aunt looked like.
Frankly, he couldn't believe that the sweet, gentle-looking girl before him was the same person he had seen covered in the blood of men and horses.
Visenya simply embodied the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover". She and her actions were complete opposites, but he had to admit that he found her incredibly attractive covered in blood.
Perhaps his preference for women was influenced by Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys, who made him prefer strong women to beautiful vessels.
Visenya was a young woman of eighteen, with long, straight platinum hair that fell down her back in a cascade of shiny strands. Beautiful violet eyes that had a warm look in them, her features were naturally elegant, sweet and gentle. There was a slightly shy smile on her plump, red lips.
"Mother, Sister, Reverend Mother, Archbishop and Nephew." Visenya greeted everyone with a smile on her lips. "Sorry I'm late, I overslept."
"Don't apologize, Aunt. I still have to thank you for your actions in the war." Aenar spoke with a sincere tone of admiration for Visenya's actions. He could count on his hands how many women had the courage, bravery and determination to do what she had done.
The smile on Visenya's lips grew as she listened to his words. The worry she'd had before vanished completely at that moment. Her fear was that Aenar wouldn't like a woman on the battlefield, but seeing the look of genuine admiration in his eyes, she felt her heart beat faster.
She didn't disagree with her mother's decisions; marrying Aenar seemed right and could strengthen House Targaryen, making it more united than ever. So she hoped for a happy relationship, and seeing that Aenar wasn't against her being on the battlefield eased 80% of her worries.
Not knowing what Visenya was thinking, Aenar looked at Kinvara and asked as she took the cup of juice and raised it to her lips. "Is the armor I ordered ready?"
Kinvara replied without hesitation. "Fortunately, I have successfully fulfilled your request, Your Grace."
A satisfied look appeared on Aenar's face.
"Armor?" Daenerys asked curiously, and it wasn't just her who was curious, Rhaella and Visenya also looked at Aenar with curious eyes.
Aenar's lips curved into an amused smile. "The armor was made for Caraxes."
His words startled the three women and everyone else present, and the image of a dragon wearing plate armor appeared in their minds.
"Isn't it too heavy?" Visenya asked, puzzled; in her eyes, armor the size of Carax's could provide the steel for an entire army, not to mention the weight. Could the dragon fly with such heavy armor?
"It's not full armor, but armor that will cover Caraxes' neck and a helmet to protect his eyes." Aenar answered the questions of everyone at the table. "Although the chance of something similar to what happened to Meraxes is minuscule, I decided to put on armor to protect the fragile parts of the dragon."
(Note: An armor similar to Saphira's armor in Eragon.)
Yes, Aenar was worried that something similar might happen to Caraxes; Dorne's lucky shot that hit Meraxes' eye was almost impossible to repeat, but he didn't want to risk his brother's life on something like luck.
"Our enemies will probably surrender immediately when they see a dragon in armor." Visenya commented in an amused tone.
The very existence of the dragon was disturbing to everyone, imagine the expressions of the lords of Westeros when they saw the armor covering the dragon. Many of them wouldn't have the courage to tell him that.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't managed to hatch the three dragon eggs." Daenerys commented with a slightly discouraged expression, although the dream the night before had given her a hint, it was hard to believe if it was really a hint or just a strange dream.
"It doesn't matter, I know you'll make it, Aunt." Aenar spoke with a smile, seeing the unconditional trust he had in her made Daenerys herself feel happy and sweet. Her pale cheeks flushed and she let out a happy laugh.
Seeing that look, Rhaella sighed, knowing that her grandson had captured Daenerys' heart.
But she wasn't surprised; her daughter already had a good impression of Aenar; along with her looks, her kindness, and Aenar's confidence in her, it was easy for a girl her daughter's age to fall in love.
Rhaella didn't object, on the contrary, she even encouraged her two daughters.
A family united in adversity was a strong and cohesive family.
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