Chapter 50 - Flight of the Dragon (II)

"Faith makes people do the most unspeakable things for someone else." Varys the Spider.

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The gigantic crimson dragon soared into the sky of Volantis, the creature's shadow looming below, covering a large portion of the city and eliciting exclamations of shock and fear from the First Daughter's inhabitants.

Even half an hour after the dragon had disappeared from sight, people were still talking about it.

At the same time, rumors of the Red Faith's Son of Light in Volantis spread like fire burning a field of grass. The Crimson Dragon only confirmed the rumors, causing countless people to make the pilgrimage to the Great Red Temple.

Looking down at the Summer Sea below her, the deep blue water warmed by the sun, Daenerys opened her mouth without words to describe what she felt at that moment. Flying was everything she had hoped for and more. The feeling of freedom was intoxicating. The loud, deafening sound of Carax's wings whirred in her ear as her hair fluttered violently against the wind.

"I have something interesting to show you." Daenerys heard her nephew's sweet whisper in her ear, and before she could speak, she heard him scream.

"Dracarys."

Daenerys' eyes widened at the scene that unfolded in the next moment.

Caraxes opened his mouth and a funnel of flames poured into his mouth, and then the dragon simply stepped through the flames himself with a loud, defiant roar.

The dragon princess thought she would feel some pain, but apart from a slight increase in the ambient temperature and the strong smell of sulfur in the air, she felt nothing and even enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by flames, even if it lasted less than two seconds.

"Did you like it?" Aenar asked with a smile when he saw the girl's startled expression.

Daenerys' eyes lit up and she forgot her earlier fear and nodded.

"Again!!!" She spoke with a tone full of emotion and happiness.

Aenar smiled and continued to command Caraxes to repeat the same act a few more times before it stopped, the dragon flying dangerously close to the sea water, its tail hitting the sea and scattering water everywhere before regaining altitude.

"I really want to hatch the dragon eggs soon." Daenerys commented, leaning on Aenar's chest as she appreciated the feeling of peace and security that surrounded her. Feelings she thought she would never have in her life, especially after experiencing dozens of murders in her short twelve year life.

"Remember our house motto, Dany." Aenar commented, stroking his silky hair; he had no doubt she was capable of incubating the three dragon eggs. "Blood and fire."

Hearing his unconditional trust in her, Daenerys' lips curved into a happy, beautiful smile. But his words reminded her of the dream she'd had. A look of determination and faith appeared in her eyes.

She was a dragon, and a dragon is not afraid of fire!

Seeing the look in her eyes, Aenar knew that his words had removed all doubt and indecision from her mind. The future unfolded in his eyes and he saw it, Daenerys naked, emerging from the flames with three dragons of different colors.

The Mother of Dragons was about to be born. Aenar was eager to see the birth of Daenerys as the Mother of Dragons.

"Let's go back, your mother must be worried." Aenar spoke as he grabbed the hand rests of the saddle and tilted his body to the side, a movement that Caraxes followed and began to fly back to Volantis. Daenerys didn't want to go back at that moment, but knowing that Aenar was right, she accepted, even though she wanted to fly longer.

An hour later, Daenerys saw Volantis rapidly approaching, and minutes later she was already over the city. Looking down, she saw people shouting and pointing at the huge crimson dragon. This brought a smile to her lips; she understood that Aenar liked to see people's reactions when they saw Caraxes, and she would do the same if she had a dragon.

Daenerys felt a strong shudder as Caraxes landed on the ground, her body thrown forward and stopped by the belt that held her in place. Looking at the height she was at, she knew that if she fell, the chances of injury were quite high.

Aenar removed the belt from his and Daenerys' waists, freeing himself while Caraxes stayed close to the ground, allowing his rider to descend.

Once on the ground, Aenar raised his arms and Daenerys didn't hesitate, jumping off the dragon and being scooped up by her nephew.

"I see you enjoyed yourselves." Hearing the voice behind them, Aenar and Daenerys saw Visenya looking at them with an annoyed expression.

Daenerys flashed a broad smile that showed her teeth and spoke animatedly. "I flew the dragon first!"

Visenya rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of envy in her gaze. But she wouldn't argue with Daenerys over something like that.

Looking at Aenar, Visenya put a sweet smile on her lips and spoke in a gentle tone. "Lunch is served, nephew."

Aenar nodded and replied. "I'll take a bath and join you later."

Stroking Daenerys' hair one last time, Aenar left, leaving the two sisters alone, watching his back in silence.

Turning to Visenya, Daenerys flashed a smug smile and commented in a cheerful, mysterious tone. "You won't believe what he and I have done."

Visenya gritted her teeth as she listened to her presumption, Daenerys really knew how to irritate her very easily, but in the end curiosity won out in her mind. "What did you do?"

"I kissed him." Raising her head like a proud peacock, Daenerys said.

Visenya looked stunned. Her sister had climbed the adult ladder before her...

Gritting her teeth, she glared fiercely at Daenerys. In terms of proactivity, her younger sister was actually better than her, who was shy in bed and related matters.

Taking a deep breath, Visenya calmed the bubbling feelings in her chest and ignoring the smug smile on her sister's lips, she walked away with slightly faster than normal steps. She didn't think she was any less charming than Daenerys, she was just too shy and gentle to care about being outdone by her younger sister.

Daenerys' mood was in the clouds when she saw Visenya's expression; even if she couldn't go to war, she could win a different kind of war.

Jumping up and down with joy, Daenerys followed her sister as she smiled a rather proud smile of her own.

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In the night, Daenerys walked through the corridors of the Great Temple toward her nephew's room to say goodnight, but her footsteps soon stopped and she quickly hid behind a pillar and spied Kinvara, the Reverend Mother, entering her nephew's room so late at night.

A bad, bitter feeling rose in her chest, Daenerys knew it was her jealousy talking, she didn't like the scenes she was imagining in Aenar's room right now.

Turning, Daenerys returned to the room she shared with her sister and mother, which had become routine for them in their years of exile.

Entering the room, the Dragon Princess saw her mother combing her hair in front of a mirror and her older sister lying on the bed, holding a book with a candle next to it to illuminate the pages.

"Why did you come back so soon, dear?" Rhaella asked curiously, watching her daughter's early arrival.

"I saw the Reverend Mother enter Aenar's room." Sitting on the bed, Daenerys replied in a slightly lower tone than usual.

Rhaella and Visenya's movements stopped at her words.

Rhaella smiled and went back to combing her hair as she replied to her daughter. "She probably went to ask permission for something, dear. You don't need to worry so much."

Even though she said it herself, she didn't believe her own words one bit. How would a young man feel about being alone in a room with a beautiful woman in the middle of the night?

Daenerys' mood was lifted by her mother's words, she looked at her older sister and spoke in a soft tone. "If only sister had been more proactive, my sweet nephew wouldn't be seeking the warmth of another woman right now."

Perhaps it was Rhaella's imagination, but she thought she heard an arrow strike her eldest daughter.

Daenerys' intention was not to hurt Visenya with her words, but to encourage her sister to be braver and bolder. If she remained as timid as she was, she might even jump into Aenar's bed to stop other women.

Visenya felt great shame as she saw Daenerys and Rhaella looking at her with encouragement.

"I'll do it..." She mumbled shyly, but the two women in the room heard her words and nodded with satisfied expressions.

In Aenar's room, Aenar listened intently to the report from the Emperor's Daughters, the Red Faith intelligence organization.

The news about him was spreading fast, it wouldn't be long before the whole known world knew about him and Caraxes.

"I hope you get better, cousin. I want a fight with a strong king, not a fat king." Aenar muttered to himself.