Amnesiac Reader pt. 1.5
TW: Mentions of a dragon dying This isn't the requested part 3, but something that takes place between part 1 and 2. This one doesn't have reader or Aemond in it.
Part one here
Part two here
The wind whipped through his hair and clothing as Lucerys urged his dragon, Arrax, forward, flying as fast as the dragon’s wings could carry him, ignoring the way the cold wind bit into his drenched skin, his clothing sticking against him.
His shoulders heaved, his breath quickening with each moment that passed. Lucerys flicked his head over his shoulder constantly, praying that he would see Vermithor and you emerge from the clouds, but.. he hadn’t and that fact caused his heart to drop to his stomach.
You were alive, weren’t you?
He hoped so, he prayed so. You were his older sister, someone who always looked out for him. The thought of you being truly gone nearly shattered him, but he had to stay hopeful. Hope that Vermithor could withstand Vhagar until he could return with help.
As soon as Dragonstone was within landing distance, he did so and slid from his saddle, rushing inside as quickly as he could.
“Mother!” His voice screeched out, stumbling through the Dragonstone halls before he reached his mother, the woman’s face already twisting in worry that only grew in absolute terror when she laid eyes on him.
The woman crossed the distance swiftly, her hands grasping onto the boy’s face, her eyes darting across his expression, before she even had the chance to ask what happened Lucerys’ squeaked out,
“Y/N, she - and Aemond - and Vhagar -” His words came out a jumbled mess, words toppling over one another as he attempted to fill Rhaenyra in on everything that had happened.
“Luke, shh, slow down. Where’s Y/N?” Rhaenyra questioned, cradling her son’s face in her hands, her warmth seeping through his chilled skin.
“Storms End, she’s at Storms End and we need - need dragons,” Lucerys’ brown eyes fluttered shut, slowly inhaling as he tried to calm himself enough to tell her what happened,
“She’s holding off Aemond. He tried to attack me and she - she saved me. Mother, we need to go back.” Lucerys spoke, his words slower but just as shaky, his eyes welling up as he fought against tears. His throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed several times.
With that knowledge, the queen immediately went out to mount her dragon, accompanied by Daemon, flying off but not before telling Lucerys to remain there, to which he begrudgingly did if only to send a raven to the North to inform Jacaerys on what had happened.
“If we are to fight Vhagar we need more than just Syrax and Caraxes. Vermithor is large, but even an experienced dragon will grow tired after -” The strong wind cut through Daemon’s voice as Rhaenyra sped forward, her eyes glaring ahead as one thing and one thing alone was on her mind, you. Her precious daughter needed her and she couldn’t waste time speaking strategy.
Rhaenyra slid from her dragon, landing onto the ground as soon as she reached Storms End and to her horror, there laying on the ground was the giant, scaled body of Vermithor, a chunk missing from his scaled skin.
She immediately rushed over to the deceased dragon, pushing her hands against the massive weight, she was only able to roll him an inch to look underneath him to find.. Absolutely nothing, no sign of you anywhere.
Dread creeped inside of her heart at the thought of you having been swallowed whole by Vhagar.
Her eyes grew hot, blurring the surroundings around her.
While she was dreading the thought of your demise, Daemon had stormed the castle, returning with Lord Baratheon in tow.
His expression filled with righteous fury as he spoke, his tone slicing through the air like a steel dagger,
“She’s alive.”
Those words relieved Rhaenyra more than she ever had been.
Her baby girl was alive
“We have another issue according to him,” Daemon shot a frighteningly cold glare towards Lord Baratheon before continuing, “Aemond took her.”
Rhaenyra’s eyes burned with fury as well as worry for her daughter and what could possibly happen to her while being held hostage by the Green’s.
She knew one thing, she would have her daughter back, by any means necessary, but she knew she had to be careful. One wrong move and the Green’s could slaughter you in retaliation.
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The air was colder than Jacaerys had ever experienced, crisp and new, the snow flurries decorated his dark curls. The environment was new yet not terrible, he found himself enjoying Lord Cregan Stark’s company.
“My Lord, a raven’s arrived, urgent news from Dragonstone.”
One look from the other man and Jacaerys feared the worst. His jaw clenched upon hearing the news.
How, the fuck did this happen?, was one of the many questions that played through his mind as he rushed home to Dragonstone, though every part of him wanted to fly off to KIng’s Landing and retrieve you from your capture, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. Not when he knew what the consequence could be if he did so and failed with you still in their grasp.
You weren’t even supposed to be near Storms End. What were you thinking? Why did you never listen?
His grip tightened against the reins once he had mounted on Vermax, soaring through the chilled sky, the dragon rumbling in irritation as snow collected against his scales.
A solemn thought crossed through his mind. What would become of you once you were rescued? From the letter that the raven had delivered, Vermithor had been slaughtered.
You had always loved Vermithor, loved flying through the skies, but now that he was gone?
Would you still be the same?
He had heard losing a dragon is one of the worst things a rider could go through but he had never thought it could actually happen to him or any of his siblings.
Jacaerys shook those thoughts from his head, telling himself you would alright. You would be, as soon as you were safe away from the Green’s, away from Aemond.
Jacaerys landed on Dragonstone rushing inside the castle, each step purposeful and determined, awaiting to hear the plan that his mother no doubt had to rescue you.