#crownprinceling

[vhagar-rider]

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It's been days, two, maybe three... he couldn't tell for sure, as there was no light in his cell but the one from the single torch in the hallway. The cell Aemond finds himself in, is probably the smallest in Dragonstone, but he isnt surprise by this. What got him surprised was not to be killed soon as he was captured.

Rhaenyra knew he would never talk, but how long until Aegon himself come to rescue him? He knew he had to die, and the next time the pretender come to his cell, he would made sure to get killed. If hunger didn't do it first, since he didn't ate since his capture.

But the surprise came as Jacaerys walk to his cell. The prince didn't rise from the floor where he's sitting, me merely looks up, facing his nephew.

"What a surprise. I thought you weren't around." He seems to give thought to the situation, quickly switching to a more aggressive tone to achieve his goal, afterall, Jacaerys may be easier to anger. "Although, I don't believe the pretender will ever send another of her children away, given the last time, only one returned."

[dracaryse]

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─── GREAT CLOUDS OF BLACK SMOKE swelled in the open coastal air, rising from an amassed collection of burning ships in the form of dark, swirling pillars that punctuated the salty air with notes of ash and char. The destruction was the unmistakable result of dragonfire. Nothing else could come close to the sheer devastation that it could leave in its wake, and as far as most knew, nothing could contest its wrath…

          IT WAS VERMAX’S FIRST TIME ON a battlefield, and while untested and inexperienced, the young dragon and the prince upon his back had more than proven their worth as they’d burned down ship after ship. Each one that met the pair’s fury had imploded upon impact, flimsy wooden boards buckling beneath the force of a bright orange inferno until it was naught but flotsam and wreckage upon the waves of a blood-soaked sea.

          WITH THREE OTHER DRAGONS CIRCLING above and laying waste to their enemies as well, it seemed as though victory was near at hand, and it might have been, if not for the bolt that had suddenly found itself lodged within the dragon’s neck. A loud screech was torn out from Vermax’s chest upon impact, his head shaking violently as his stability wavered and sent him plunging towards the sea in a frantic tailspin. Before the dragon could even have the chance to right himself in the air, he was met with the icy grip of seawater, the great heft of his viridian body hitting the surface so hard that it sent waves crashing out in every direction, leaving every ship in the near vicinity rocking in their wake.

          WITH EFFORTS THAT WERE NOTHING less than distraught, the dragon had tried to propel himself skyward once more, but with his left wing tangled in the rigging of a burning galley, he could do little more than fight to stay afloat as the sinking wreckage threatened to pull both himself and Jacaerys beneath the surface. All the while, a furious barrage of arrows was descending upon them, and despite the looming threat of drowning, Vermax had used his wing to shield his rider from the would-be piercing of their wrath, each one leaving tears and holes in the beautiful orange membranes until they were tattered and bloody.

          AND THEN THE SEA TOOK THEM.