So long, my Dragon
Daemon Targaryen x f! OC
Hello lovely people!
Yes, once again Daemon has struck my heart. It probably has something to do with the first two episodes of HOTD, so here it is. Another outside of the plot line scenario with our favorite Rogue Prince.
Enjoy! (and keep in mind English is NOT my first language so please - HAVE MERCY!)
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Alanna was as frightened as anyone would be in her situation. Trapped in the Capital with her sister and father demanding she declare for the new King, while her loyalties and heart lied with Rhaenyra and her own husband. More so upon hearing about a tragic event that took place in Storm's End where apparently the war has truly begun. Aemond killed the royal envoy sent by Rhaenyra, that was the information that Alanna could gather but she felt more grim news would follow. By the end of the day she finally heard someone knocking on her chamber's door and upon opening them, she saw Aemond with tears in the brink of spilling from his eye and the most sorrowful look on his face she has ever witnessed her young nephew display. Without hesitation she walked towards him, gently taking the young prince in her arms like a mother should. She caressed his back, holding him close to her as he let his fear out, crying into his aunt's shoulder like when he used to do as a very young boy.
- I killed him, Aunt Alanna. I killed him. Vhagar killed him but didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. I lost control. He was just a boy.
Alanna felt her heart stop at her nephew's words but did not stop her actions. Gently she led Aemond to a nearby armchair and sat him upon it, sitting on the armrest while still holding the crying prince.
- Shh, hush now. You need to calm down, my sweet prince. Just breathe with me, Aemond. Just breathe.
The boy didn't speak but he kept holding onto his aunt’s arms like a baby in distress. Meanwhile, Alanna's thoughts started racing as if she was running with the wind. "He was just a boy". It could have been anyone, especially on dragon back. It could have been Jaecerys, Rhaenyra's eldest boy. It could have been Lucerys, the middle son of the Queen. Or worst of all it could have been one of her boys gallivanting through the skies on their dragons. She was terrified she could have lost a child, but she tried not to frighten the trembling prince currently residing in her embrace. She knew that in his current condition she would not get much information out of him, but she had to know. Above all she was a mother who desperate to know whether she has just lost a child or not.
- Aemond, look at me. Look at me, my sweet prince.
Gently Alanna lifted Aemond's chin to meet his one lilac eye overflowing with fresh tears. She wiped the trace of salty streams off his cheek, holding his face with both her hand as if he was a glass figure ready to fall apart at any given moment. He was not shaking as much but she could still see the terror in his gaze, as if one of his worst nightmares came to life.
- I need to know, Aemond. Who was it?
There was a sombre silence that befell the prince and his aunt as the woman anticipated the worst. Aemond loved her as if he was his true mother and he could not bear to look her in the eyes if he ever hurt one of her kin. He took a shaky breath and finally spoke up, still grasping her arms tightly.
- Rhaenyra's son. He was Rhaenyra's son, aunt Alanna. I...
He could not finish as he broke into tears again. Without a second thought Alanna cradled him once again, smoothing his withered silver hair. Silently she thanked the Gods for her children’s safety, but at the same time her heart cried for Rhaenyra and her boy. No matter which one, she knew losing a child is every mother's greatest fear. But for now, she had to deal with the child in her embrace. For all she knew Alicent simply scolded her younger son for what happened, not considering that Vhagar was a creature of habit and over a hundred-year-old dragon with years of battle and fighting behind her. Aemond, despite being a seasoned dragon rider of a few years was still just a boy in comparison to his dragon. Vhagar was ancient and even though she allowed Aemond to become her rider, she would never surrender to him in full. It was true that Aemond never harboured any love for his nephews as his mother and grandsire made sure of that, but he wasn't a killer. At least not the boy Alanna raised in the shadows of the Red Keep.
Suddenly Aemond shook awake from his cries, and he looked at his aunt as if he saw her for the first time. There was something different in his gaze, a newfound force Alanna could not decipher.
- You must go.
At first, she thought she misheard him.
- We're in my chambers, Aemond. I don't think there is elsewhere for me to go to.
- I mean you need to leave King's Landing. You need to leave tonight. Mother is furious. Aegon is laughing but he does not grasp the severity of the situation. Grandfather is not as angry as my mother, but I know his silence is a foul sign. Gods know what might happen now. You and I both know you're not safe in here. You're Daemon's wife and mother to his children. You renounced the Hightower name and now there is no love between you and Otto. I may not agree with Rhaenyra's claim and her actions, but you were nothing but kind to me my entire life. You raised me while my mother was too busy planning to sit my brother upon the Iron Throne. If there is one thing I do right in my whole life, I want to do right by you, Aunt Alanna.
Alanna was at a loss for words. She never knew her nephew held her in such a high regard. She smiled kindly kissing his forehead at the same time.
- Aemond, my darling boy. You mean well but there is no way your mother will let me leave the Red Keep, let alone King's Landing. Besides, any ship I could sail to Dragonstone would sink faster than I could leave the Blackwater Bay.
- You don't understand. You are leaving King's Landing tonight. I will make sure of that.
***
Night fell quickly casting a deep shadow over the Capital while most of its citizens succumbed to peaceful slumber. It was barely midnight as Alanna awaited Aemond's signal in the closed space of her chamber, still wondering how her young nephew intended to help her leave this hellhole. she had no reason to doubt his intentions, but nevertheless she knew how risky and dangerous it was to escape the most guarded place in all of King's Landing. Clad in her travelling clothes and a black cloak with a hood over her shoulders she awaited her rescue. She was not quite sure as to how she was to outrun the royal guards and every single one of the soldiers guarding her sister and the royal family, but Aemond was right. She was not safe within the walls of the Red Keep and so long as she stayed there, her life remained in danger. The truth was plain and simple. The day she married Daemon and renounced her family name, her life amongst her own kin was doomed.
Suddenly a quiet knock was heard but it did not come from the door of her chambers. Silently Alanna turned her head and looked to the eastern wall as it opened like a hidden passage carved in stone. At first nobody came in but a second later a familiar set of white hair peeked out of the dark grey hood.
- We don't have much time. Hurry.
Without hesitation Alanna grabbed her small travelling bag and flung it over her arm as she followed her nephew into the darkness of the hidden corridors. Aemond held a small torch in his hand, lighting the way while his other hand tightly gripped his aunt's palm. They moved swiftly and silently as if they were mere shadows in the darkness of the secret pathways. Alanna could feel her heart beating out of her chest as she feared every next step she took, but she was determined to get back to her family. The moment her feet stepped out of her chamber she knew there was no turning back. Aemond guided her through the intricate designs of the hidden halls, up and down crooked stone stairs until they reached a point, where Alanna could make out a faint light before her eyes. The lights of King's Landing at night.
- How do you know these pathways?
- As much as I don't want to admit it, Aegon's curiosity sometimes pays off - said Aemond almost scoffing his brother's names - These corridors helped us out of trouble on more than one occasion.
Alanna did not question her nephew any further as they neared the exit leading straight into the city. The lights of the torches were dim from up above but she could easily make out the entire outline of the Capital. Keeping her head down she followed Aemond's footsteps as they descended into the dark alleys of King's Landing.
- Where to now?
- I have two horses waiting just around the corner. I will take you past the city limits and from there you will have to make your own way through the country. The Velaryon fleet will soon have the Bay surrounded, so it's better if you travel on horseback.
Alanna only nodded as they made their way towards a back street cloaked in the darkness of the night. As the prince made sure they were not being followed, his aunt realised she would have to make her escape on her own. Taking her hand in his own the King's brother pulled the woman behind him, hiding both of them in the shadows of the Keep. Just as he said, there were two grey horses waiting around the corner, neighing quietly as they stood with their reigns attached to a nearby stool. Alanna quickly made her way to the animal closest to her, swiftly getting on its back with a grace of a seasoned rider. When her nephew reached for the other horse's reigns, she urged her stallion to move in his way.
- I should go alone, Aemond.
Aemond turned around, looking at his aunt baffled.
- What are you saying?
- You already helped me plenty getting me out of the Keep. If you remain absent from your chambers for too long when they realise I'm gone, they will know you aided my escape. From here I must travel on my own, my sweet prince.
- But aunt, I...
- I know you didn't mean to kill him - said Alanna, watching as his expression turned sour - but you cannot change the fact, that it happened. Anything that follows this tragic event will prove even more destructive however it is out of your hands. I will forever be grateful for your help tonight Aemond, I swear to you I will never forget your kindness, but now our paths must part.
The longer the prince looked at his aunt, the more he understood her words and the meaning behind them. They were still on the opposing sides of this war. Alanna would support Rhaenyra and he would support his brother. Family against family. Finally he stepped away from the horse as his lips quirked into a crooked smile.
- Why must you always be right, Aunt?
- 'Tis because I am older, my darling boy. When you reach my age, you will be just as wise if not wiser.
The young prince smirked sadly, holding out his hand to grasp his aunt's palm. Lightly he kissed her hand, squeezing it gently as though he was already saying goodbye.
- Tell Viserra I...
He found himself at a loss for words. During this whole escape planning he almost forgot that Alanna was going back to her family, but at the same time she would be reunited with his love. He knew that upon hearing about his deed Viserra would despise him, but he could not bear that thought alone. Alanna could see on his face how he ached to say all the thing he wished he could tell his lover but couldn't open his mouth to say it. Instead of asking, she just said:
- I will tell her. I promise.
Aemond smiled sadly, remembering his darling flower. He bowed his head slightly as a sign of gratitude.
- Thank you for loving me when nobody else would.
- Thank you for letting me love you, my darling boy.
With those final words Alanna made sure her hood was covering her auburn hair neatly braided to one side as she urged her horse to move out of the shadows of the alley. Aemond silently watched as she rode away into the dimly lit streets of the Capital.
- I hope I will see you again.
With his final words the young prince turned around to follow the path they came here back to his rooms. He hoped his aunt would leave the City and find her way back to her family, but he also knew the dangers lurking in the streets. The uncertainty of her escape was killing him from the inside, knowing she was the closest person he could call his mother as his own birth mother decided he was a reckless boy unable to hold his own anger. Maybe Alicent was right, but nevertheless he knew that is Alanna could show him compassion, her sister should be able to do the same for her own child. All there was left to do for the prince is go back to his rooms and hope his plan works out.
Meanwhile Alanna rode through the empty streets of King's Landing, trying not to capture any attention from the patrolling guards of City Watch or any civilian bystanders. She moved as swiftly as she could guiding the horse through the cobblestoned alleys, keeping a watchful eye out for any member of the royal guard. The first few turns she found herself passing unnoticed by anyone, smoothly riding her hooved companion towards the City's limits. Silence of the night almost undisturbed seemed to be the only witness to her escape or so she thought.
- Stop in the name of the King!
Out of the blue a group of City Watch men emerged from one of the brothels, their gold cloaks shining in the light of the torches lit over the entrance. Alanna panicked. when she looked back, she saw a familiar face of the knight who tried to force himself upon her one fateful day. Without thinking she spurred the horse, urging him into a gallop just to get away from the guards. Unfortunately for her they were not drunk enough so that they forgot how to ride horseback and a few moments later she heard their screaming behind her as they followed her trace. In the frenzy of her escape attempt she lost her way towards the City gates as she reached a crossroad. behind her she could hear the angry men of the City Watch ready to bring her before their King. In front of her there were two paths. One she did not know where it would lead the, the other had its end at the Dragon Pit. She knew that choosing the second path meant getting further away from the city's limits but choosing the first one meant getting lost and most likely getting caught. In the heat of the moment the princess chose the road she and her husband would follow on many occasions to take Caraxes for a ride, only this time she was riding for her life. She knew there was little chance she would find refuge within the walls of the Dragon Pit, especially with Sunfyre in there, but she had to at least try. She could almost feel her hunter's breath on her neck as she strode through the familiar streets. In the horizon she could almost make out the shape of the Pit, lit brightly all over its majestic walls and sculptures. Time was not her friend as she found herself panting desperately trying to get as far away from her hunters as it was possible. It was the most difficult ride of hr life but when she pictured her family, her darling children, her beloved husband, she knew she had to fight to get back to them.
Somehow the distance between her and the Dragon Pit started to decrease in size and finally she reached the gates of the dragons' keep. So close and yet so far. She got so distracted with her little victory she did not notice the men of City Watch gaining on her. When she came in sight, on of them pulled out a bow and arrow and aimed at the rider in front of him. Alanna realised she was being shot at the moment the first arrow flew just by her head. She hurried her horse, bowing closer to its neck to avoid the arrows so desperately clinging onto the reigns in her palms. She could almost feel the dragon stench in her nostrils when she crossed the first gate separating the City and the space before the Pit, where dragons landed upon returning to the Capital. Before she could ride any further, she heard her horse whine in agony and then she felt its legs give up, throwing her off its back in the process. One of the arrows reached the poor animal's back leg and it crumbled under the pain, while Alanna was cast aside like a doll. She could feel the scratches on her cheeks and palms begin to ache as she heard the men approaching her from afar. With great effort she stood on her own feet and ran towards the entrance of the Dragon Pit even though she knew she could not outrun the highly trained men of the City Watch. Though her legs wanted to give in, her spirit was too strong to let her give up when she was this close to going back to her family.
She saw the dragon caretakers emerge from the depth of the Pit shouting random words in High Valyrian, but she could not hear them from afar. Her hair was flowing out of her braid in every direction as she ran desperate to reach the gates, but it seemed too far for her to reach. Alanna was terrified but she did not fear death. That foe she would face with honour and courage the moment she comes for her, but her biggest fear was to never see her family again. To live out her days knowing that out there somewhere her children are growing up motherless and her husband falls back into his rogue ways. Tears brimmed in her blue eyes as she slowly gave up, feeling all her strength leave her exhausted body. She felt the end coming. Next thing she knew she tripped on the rocky road, falling to her knees and screaming in pain. She looked up in the sky, staring into its darkness as the half-moon dimly lit the night. She felt her tears fall down her cheeks as her soon to be captors approached with vile words coming out of their mouths. Alanna closed her eyes and awaited her doom.
- So long, my Dragon.
She thought those would be her last words ever, for she was ready to welcome death like an old friend, but it never came. Instead, a deafening sound rung in her ears and a loud thud that shook the ground beneath her feet. When she opened her eyes, there was no starry sky above her, only silver scales and giant wings spread wide like a shield from those who wished to harm her. It was a dragon. A great, big silver dragon with snow-like scales and claws sharp as spears who was lashing out at her attackers, swatting them away from the princess the way human would do flies. At first Alanna was too stunned to speak, let alone move in any capacity, but quickly she regained her composure getting back up on her feet. Looking at the majestic beast above her suddenly she recognized the creature protecting her so fiercely.
- Silverwing.
Upon hearing its name, the beast turned her majestic head towards Alanna, turning its snout so that she could look at her with her bright blue dragon eye. Alanna wasn't frightened anymore. She felt almost at ease as she reached her hand to touch the pearly white scales of the creature before her. Silverwing did not move an inch waiting for the woman's next move. Alanna wasn't sure as to why she was so calm facing the fearsome dragon of the late Queen Alysanne, but she felt a strange tug tempting her to get closer. She saw Silverwing only once before as a little girl when the Good Queen brought her and her sister to the Dragon Pit, but it was enough for little Alanna to remember the silver gaze of Her Grace's dragon. For just a brief moment she forgot she was being chased, only focusing on the moment shared with the creature. Unfortunately, her attackers got back on their feet, at least those whose life wasn't taken by the dragon standing in the middle of the square and Alanna had to think of a way to get out of the situation she found herself in. It was only a moment when she decided to take the greatest risk of her entire life. Without hesitation she ran towards the dragon's back, putting her hands on its body. Silverwing snapped her head at the woman, eyeing her suspiciously but eventually her gaze seemed to have softened and with a gentle nod she gave her permission. Alanna took a deep breath and just like she did every time she mounted Caraxes with Daemon's help she pushed herself up atop the beast's back, settling in the space where Silverwing's neck and body met. The second she grabbed two spikes growing out of the dragon's neck so that she had something to hold onto Silverwing roared angrily and took off, throwing the men of the City Watch off their feet. The sheer force of winds surrounding the beast almost blew Alanna off dragon back but she held on tightly as if her life depended on it, which it did. So long Silverwing was climbing the air Alanna kept her grip firm and steady but the moment the dragon levelled her flight, the princess let out her breath she did not realise she was holding back. She looked back at the Capital and the lights of the Red Keep slowly becoming smaller in the distance as she felt Silverwing purr almost like a cat beneath her palms. Slowly Alanna bent down as if to hug the dragon, putting her cheek to the creature's warm scaly skin.
- Kirimvose.
Silverwing hummed again like she was trying to reply, and her unlikely rider just stayed close to her body, hoping the dragon would take her where she wished to be more than anything in the world.
Home.
***
Daemon Targaryen was fuming with rage. First the Greens imprisoned his wife in the Capital where he could not reach her and now Aemond murdered little Lucerys Velaryon in cold blood and here too there would be no retribution. With Rhaenyra off with Syrax searching for proof of her son's death there was nobody to keep those remaining loyal to the Queen in check as they all felt for her loss and seemed to have forgotten there is a war to win. Without his wife his children were in complete disarray, especially his youngest sons who treated the Queen's children like their own kin. Baelon seemed to have taken the news a little bit better than his sibling but nevertheless Daemon knew this tragedy would take its toll on his eldest son the moment Jaecerys came back from the North. Over the years the two princes became quite close friends, and they felt each other's pain as if it was their own. The second Jaecerys came back to Dragonstone Baelon would stand by his side and be the shoulder he would cry into mourning his younger brother. Meanwhile Daemon could not stand the inaction, the silence slowly killing the morale of Rhaenyra's supporters and her family. He needed to take action, avenge Lucerys and if only just try to rescue his lady wife.
Walking towards the caves where dragons took their respite within the deep caverns of Dragonstone, he was met with Rhaenys dismounting the Red Queen straight from patrol.
- Get back. We're going to King's Landing.
His cousin raised her gaze upon the Rogue Prince as he strutted towards her not stopping for a second. she sighed heavily, shaking her head as she chose to ignore his demands.
- Need I remind you, cousin, I am the only one patrolling the gullet and both Meleys and I need our respite. We're not going anywhere.
Daemon disregarded Rhaenys's answer, holding out a hand to stop her from going back into the castle.
- We must act and I need your help. I can't take on that old bitch dragon by myself.
- Is this the Queen's order?
- The Queen is gone! Flying off Gods know where!
- She needs to see with her own eyes, Daemon.
- And what if Aemond is still waiting around?
- Then I would pity Aemond.
Daemon slowed down, still breathing heavily with his frustration. He felt helpless against enemy strikes one by one weaking their position. For him it wasn't so much about the fight to retrieve the Iron Throne for Rhaenyra as the rightful heir, as it was about taking revenge on those who would dare harm his family. Without Alanna by his side he was like a child, lost and clueless as to how life could go on. It wasn't hard for Rhaenys to figure out that her cousin missed his wife more than words could tell, but she also knew that if Alanna were there, she would have told him the same thing.
- I know you miss her. And I know you fear for her life, but you must have faith, cousin. Alanna is strong. She married you after all, if that does not speak to her strength, I would not know what does. She's a Targaryen now.
- And she's also alone in a keep filled with vicious green vipers circling around her - spat out Daemon feeling his heavy heart take control over his words.
The prince felt his emotions take over him. He knew he had to remain strong and stern but there wasn't much he could do when the light of life was locked away behind enemy lines. Rhaenys saw it clearly as day that her cousin was terrified for his wife's life, and she could not blame him as Alanna meant for him just as much as Corlys meant to her.
- She will persevere, Daemon - said Rhaenys gently, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder - But your grief cannot blind your judgement. Rhaenyra is Queen. We are her councillors. It is our duty to wait for her return and further orders for what is to come.
Before Daemon could reply, one the guards came running from behind panting as if he just ran from the other side of the island.
- My Prince, we need you outside the castle. There is a dragon sat outside the keep.
Daemon turned around swiftly, walking to the guard.
- What do you mean "there is a dragon"? Is it one of our own? Is it the Queen? Sunfyre?
The soldier shook his head adamantly, regaining his breath slowly.
- No, my Prince. It's white and silver with icy wings. And its rider is neither the Usurper nor prince Aemond. It's a woman.
Both Rhaenys and Daemon glanced at one another, thinking about only one other possible rider, but the sheer idea of it seemed impossible.
- What would Helaena be doing here? And since when Dreamfyre had silver scales?
- Only one way to find out, cousin.
Rhaenys walked past the prince and the guard, heading for the gates of the castle to take a look at the new arrival. Daemon followed suit and right behind him ran the guard who brought the news. all three of them strode quickly through the corridors of Dragonstone, eager to find out what the fuss was all about. Upon reaching the gates and walking outside Rhaenys felt a smile creep on her face as she saw the creature standing vigilant on the rocks near the grand entrance. When Daemon caught up with her, he felt his heart stop.
- It's Silverwing - said Rhaenys with a childlike tone, reminiscing on the fond memories of her lady grandmother.
No matter how much of a delight it was for Daemon to see the Good Queen's dragon grace them with their presence, he was much more interested with its rider who was just about to try and dismount the majestic beast.
- Impossible.
***
The second Silverwing's claws grazed the rocky shores of Dragonstone, Alanna knew she was home. She was exhausted from the journey and she could feel all her muscles fighting not to give up but she made it and that was all that mattered. Gently she rubbed the dragon's neck, whispering all those little words she heard Daemon speak to Caraxes when he wished to calm his mount.
- Lykiri, Silverwing. Ilon issi lenton.
Calm down, Silverwing. We are home.
She saw the guards gathering around them, swords at the ready, but that wasn't the greatest of her concerns. Completely disregarding the Queen's soldiers standing before them Alanna decided to try and figure out how on earth would she get down from Silverwing's back. Somehow the gravity of her situation in King's Landing made the mounting of the dragon much easier than dismounting it seemed to be at that moment. Clumsily Alanna swung her leg back to one side of Silverwing's body, holding on to the spikes sticking out of the creature's shoulder. Fortunately, the dragon noticed her rider's troubles and crouching her massive legs she leaned to one side, making it fairly easy for Alanna to slip down her wing. Having done just that the princess smoothly glided down the silver skin stretched between the creature's bones and landed on the ground, stumbling a little at the end. Quickly Alanna turned around and walked towards Silverwing's snout, holding out both her hands as a sign of gratitude. The dragon gently lowered her head so that Alanna's palms rested flat atop her white and silver scales and her forehead touched her skin.
- Kirimvose, ñuha raqiros.
Silverwing hummed quietly lightly nuzzling her snout into the princess's hands like a satisfied cat. Meanwhile, three people approached the scene, one looking particularly relieved seeing who came atop that dragon.
- My love?
No matter where she found herself, Alanna knew she would always recognise that voice.
His voice.
Quickly, she turned around and there he stood. Proud and gallant in his armour but even from the distance she could see the tears brimming in his eyes. She could barely hold her own as she took a step forward, closing the space between them.
- Daemon.
Her sweet voice was all he needed to hear to know that she was not just another daydream tormenting him once again. In two long strides the Rogue Prince defeated the remaining distance between him and his lady wife and wrapped his arms around her body, burying his face in her shoulder. The second his hands touched her body, Alana cried out in joy, sneaking her arms around his neck and softly weeping into his hair. It has been weeks since she last saw her husband and standing there in his arms she finally felt like home. Missing him turned out to be her worst nightmare but the reunion was cure enough to ease the ache troubling her heart.
For Daemon being apart from Alanna meant utter torture. Not knowing whether she was safe, dead or alive hunted his dreams since the day they left King's Landing and she stayed behind for her sister. He clawed at her cloaked body, tightly holding her as close as humanly possible as if to make sure that she would not disappear.
- My love. My light. My life.
His words were like honey for her ears, sweetly coating the rattled nerves of the princess. She was barely standing on her own feet, not used to such long distances on dragon back and alone, but it was all worth it. Their embrace Rhaenys stood by kindly smiling at the happy couple. she turned her head towards the guard who brought them the news and whispered in his ear.
- Bring the Prince and Princess's children. They will be glad to see their mother.
Both Daemon and Alanna barely noticed their surroundings. All they could really see was each other and their arms around one another. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm, breath united in the same pace, once again they became one. Daemon could not hold back as he back away only far enough so he could look at his wife's face, cupping her scratched cheek in hi palm. Taking a better look at her face he felt his blood boiling at the thought of his precious princess going through any sort of pain. Before he could even ask who was responsible for the bloody marks on her cheeks, Alanna grabbed his face in her own hands and smashed her lips against his own, moaning quietly in turn. In that moment Daemon lost all control once he felt the sweetness of her lips, one hand desperately grabbing at her waist, the other holding her neck uncharacteristically gently for him. The kiss they shared after months of separation was like taking the first breath after emerging from wild waters of the raging sea. Feeling Alanna's body tremble under his touch drove Daemon crazy as he relished in the taste of he sweet lips and she was not staying behind. Kissing him just as fervently as her husband, the princess weaved her fingers through his hair, trying to bring him even closer than he already was. It was no secret that Daemon and Alanna shared a passionate love, one that grew stronger over the years they longed for each other and every time their lips met it was like that first kiss, they shared upon his return from the Stepstones. Much like that reunion this one was even more emotional seeing as this time it was Daemon fearing for his beloved wife's life. They would have stayed tangled in each other’s arms forever if it wasn't for the familiar voices screaming at them from afar.
- Mother!
- Mama! Mama is back!
- Come Viserys, it's Mother!
Alanna instinctively pulled away from the kiss looking over Daemon's shoulder and behind her husband she saw all five of her children running towards her from the grand gate of Dragonstone. Seeing her darling sons and daughter she felt like a stone was removed from her shoulders. While she flew atop Silverwing's back she kept praying and hoping the boy Aemond mentioned was not one of her sons. She prayed that the Gods save her children and keep them safe from any foul acts. For a moment she looked at her beloved husband, running her hand over his cheek which he gently took in his palms and kissed it gazing at her with such devotion she could crumble right there in his arms. Despite the longing she felt for her husband, Alanna turned her head towards her children crouching down with open arms witing to greet them properly.
- Mother!
The first ones to get to her were the younger twins, Viserys and Alyssa, both equally tearful and grateful to see their mother safe and sound and most importantly back home. Both children wrapped their small arms around her form, hugging her as tightly as they could with their twelve years old strength.
- Oh, my darlings, how I've missed you! I've missed so, so much. My sweet Alyssa! My precious Viserys! Oh, my loves!
Alanna's voice was breaking with each word, but she could not care less. She felt more alive than she ever remembered holding her youngest children in her embrace. Daemon kneeled next to his wife and their youngest twins, gently prying Viserys and Alyssa from their mother, so that their siblings could get the chance to greet her properly. The moment he took them in his arms, Aerys and Aenar got to Alanna, falling to their knees before her and throwing their arms around her neck.
- Mama, we thought you were gone for good - said Aerys inhaling the familiar scent of Alanna's hair as both him and his brother hugged her tightly.
- We were so worried, Mother. We thought they hurt you or...
- I am right here, my darling boys. I am right here and I'm not going anywhere - replied Alanna interrupting Aenar's sentiment and just saying a silent grace in her mind, thanking the Gods for keeping her boys safe and alive.
The elder twins kept tugging at their mother's arms, grasping at her as if she would disappear again but then Daemon intervened again, knowing that there was one more person dying to see his beloved wife. With one arm over his youngest shoulders and his daughter sitting in his lap he reached his ither hand to bring the older boys to his side while he watched his wife stand to her feet looking at the young dashing man in before her.
- Mother.
Prince Baelon tried holding back the tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes, the same ones he inherited from his beloved mother as he stood in front of her unable to move a muscle. He was trying to remain strong and steady for his siblings but even Prince Daemon's heir had his limits. And clearly, so had Alanna. Slowly she opened her arms, looking at her firstborn son with tears streaming down her cheeks freely.
- My brave Prince.
Baelon broke down crying like a little boy when he ran to his mother, wrapping his strong arms around her body and burying his face in her neck. Alanna wept with her eldest son, clawing at him as to make sure that she was not imagining. He was right there with her safe and sound, unharmed, no wounds and no scratches in his perfect face. Baelon could not hold his own, shaking in his mother's arms like a lost infant but he could not care less. All that mattered was that his mother was safe and back where she belonged. Both his and Alanna's legs gave up beneath them and they kneeled remaining in the tight embrace, crying into each other's shoulders. Soon enough they both felt five pairs of arms wrapping around them as the rest of their family joined them. The youngest, Viserys and Alyssa found their way between Baelon and their mother, squeezing in just so they could get closer to Alanna's body. The middle twins, Aerys and Aenar threw their arms over their older brother and mother almost like a circle of protection and Daemon followed suit, taking his entire family in his embrace. Somehow between his firstborn clutching Alanna's body the prince managed to touch his forehead with his wife's, that small gesture meaning more to them than any other touch.
Finally, they were back together, safe and away from harm.
Little Alyssa was safe.
Curious Viserys was safe.
Daring Aerys was safe.
Dashing Aenar was safe.
Brave Baelon was safe.
And her darling Daemon was safe too.
Now, Alanna Targaryen could finally rest.