"You lost an eye the last time we fought. " She flicked the sword in her hand "Are you so eager to lose another?"
Aemond let out a low laugh.
"The last time we fought, Visenya, you caught me by surprise."
house of the dragon
aemond targaryen / oc
Dragonstone loomed; the great stone walls manned with guards.
The rain had stopped soon after the dragon had flown off, dark skies clearing to be light grey.
Soaked to the skin, Visenya could scarcely feel the cold with the excitement thrumming through her veins.
A dragon.
An actual dragon.
She'd come so close, so near to it.
She could still feel the wind from the creature's wingbeats, sense the warmth coming from the dragon's lithe body.
It was ethereal. A dark wraith among common dragons. Even Sunfyre, Aegon's dragon couldn't rival it in her eyes, and he was named to be the most beautiful of all.
Visenya was determined to find it again.
If she were to do so, she would need to do some research.
Stepping through the great doors of Dragonstone, she entered the castle.
Torches flickered in the passageways as she strode past.
Dress dripping water across the stone floor, Visenya headed towards the library. There would undoubtedly be some kind of book or tome that could tell her more about the wild dragons that resided upon Dragonmont.
Reaching the entrance, she grabbed an unlit torch from beside the door. Dipping it into the flames of a nearby brazier, she hefted it in front of her.
She stepped forwards, pushing open the great door. Visenya slipped inside, the torch held aloft in her hand the only light in the dark space.
The door shut loudly behind Visenya, making her jolt.
Shaking her head at herself, she walked further into the room.
Unlike the one at the Red Keep, the Dragonstone library was empty, clearly having remained untouched for an age.
Bookshelves lined the walls, towering well above her head. Cobwebs adorned the alcoves and archways of the place.
Shadows flickered upon the walls, as her lone footsteps echoed.
The place must have been abandoned for decades, if it were to have gotten like this.
Visenya supposed that considering nobody had properly lived in Dragonstone since she was young, it made sense.
Sighing, she got to work. Going deeper into the bowels of the library, Visenya searched for a section on wild dragons.
