"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.
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Surely, despite the obvious lack of use, the place would have some kind of order to it.
The place was a mess, with no rhyme nor reason to the chaos. Books on Valyria and its mysterious end were shelved next to the history of the North, back when it was independent.
Visenya groaned, ready to collapse on the floor.
It made no sense.
An hour of searching had warranted her nothing but boredom and sore eyes. She ran a hand through her now dry hair, the white a tangled mess.
Finally, just as Visenya was about to admit defeat, something caught her eye.
Curious, she turned around.
A black book, embellished with gold writing sat directly in her path.
She squinted, just able to make out the title.
Wild Dragon Lore.
Visenya ran a finger along the spine of the tome, the worn leather smooth under her touch. Lifting her hand away, she inspected the finger. It was black, covered in a thick layer of dust.
Putting the torch she'd been carrying into a nearby brazier, Visenya hefted the book from its place. Her arms near gave out from the sheer weight of the it.
Heaving it onto a nearby desk, Visenya blew a stray piece of hair out her face. Sitting down, she opened it, a cloud of dust billowing into her face.
She coughed, wafting a hand in front of her.
Shaking her head, she looked into the page and began to read.
Wild dragons. Notorious creatures, renowned to be incredibly hard to track and predict. Nobody has a particular idea as to where they originated from, nor their age. Four particular wild dragons reside upon Dragonmont and Dragonstone. Greyghost, the Cannibal, Sheepstealer, and the Shadow.
Visenya narrowed her eyes.
Eyes skipping over the next few paragraphs, she gathered some simple information. Not much was known about the wild dragons, beyond basic description.
It would appear a scarce amount have dared approach any of the four.
Continuing to read, Visenya rested her elbows on the desk.
The Cannibal has been sighted numerous times, though a slight few have ever approached him. The oldest of the wild dragons, from what can be assumed, he is thought to have menacing green eyes-
Visenya stopped reading, turning the page.
Not the Cannibal then.
Sheepstealer, believed to have hatched when the Old King was young, resides amongst the caverns of Dragonmont. Described by shepherds to have a mud brown coloring-
Visenya sighed, shaking her head.
Greyghost is thought to be the youngest of the four wild dragons. Few sightings of the dragon have been made, notably due to his shy disposition. Small, his coloring of pale grey-white is described to be like that of a morning fog-
Visenya frowned. She flicked the page once more and came across a paragraph entitled,
'The Shadow.'
Very little is known of this dragon due to its elusive and intelligent nature. On rare occasions have sightings occurred, with only three in the whole history of Westeros.
Thought to be a considerably small size, whilst also lithe and muscled, the dragon has been reported as exceptionally quick.
The coloring of the dragon is not confirmed; however, it is thought to be black or dark - thus how it garnered it's name.
Visenya smiled.
She'd found her dragon.
Continuing to read, Visenya turned the page.
The three sightings have occurred near Dragonstone, indicating a preference for the place over Dragonmont.
The dragon is thought to be the lone female of all the wild dragons.
One of said sightings included the detail of the she-dragon 'swooping down and devouring a lamb in one simple bite.'
Visenya laughed. A dragon of similar taste to herself.
The chapter had little left of it, and from what Visenya had gleaned when scanning over it, most was useless to her.
Shutting the book, Visenya stood.
Finally, she could make use of those lessons in the Dragonpit. Picking up her torch from the brazier she'd left it in, Visenya walked out the library.
Once back in the main area of the castle, she made her way to her new rooms, prepared to change clothes and perhaps have a bath.
The appearance of an old woman, with shrewd blue eyes stopped her in her tracks.
Visenya cursed, wincing as the woman advanced on her.
"Princess, where have you been? You've missed both the High Valyrian and History lesson of today."
With the excitement of the morning, Visenya had completely forgotten about her Septa's daily torture.
Sorry, lessons.
Clearly, the matronly woman had not.
"Come, now. You will simply have to miss lunch for today."
With that, the old woman grabbed Visenya's upper arm, and dragged the girl away.
