Chapter 30.4- The Seadragon's Roar

“Good point” I said.

“But urgh. I can’t believe he claimed her Father’s dragon. What an arsehole” She said.

“In Daemon’s defence, mother claimed his own mother’s dragon” I replied.

“So it was revenge?”

“Or it could have just been family tradition. Not like Valyrians leave dragons within individual bloodlines all that often. Taking a dragon from another Freehold House would have been a big no no, but it was less the case with people from the same House” I said.

“Oh”

“That does make me think about something”

“What?”

“You and Vhagar get on well, don’t you?”

“We’re peas in a pod, birds of a feather, apples from the same tree, all that stuff” She said with a smile.

“I agree. But does that mean you are similar to Visenya? Or Uncle Baelon? Or is it Vhagar whose personality has changed? The dragons claim us just as much as we claim them, so is it a personality thing? Did Vhagar allow you to ride her because she judged you as similar to her other riders? If that is the case, then what could it say about the King who rode Balerion before it died?” I asked, feeling my curiosity rise as more and more questions came to mind. What about Igneel and I? Igneel would most definitely outlive me. In fact, the only way that wouldn’t happen would get if something went catastrophically wrong.

In that case then, would he hold off on bonding until he met someone just like me? Or would he bond with anyone and then have their traits influence him? I refused to believe Hugh Hammer had anything in common with the Wise King Jaehaerys. While I had my issues with him in this life and his failure to back Mother’s claim, he still remained my second favourite king from canon. Second only to Daeron the Young Dragon, of course.

“Heh. I guess the dragon changes between riders. I don’t think I’ve changed much since I first rode Vhagar, but I do know that she is much more patient these days than she used to be. Also for more tolerant of strangers and whatnot. That has to have come from me— my traits bleeding into her.” She said after tilting her head to the side.

“You think it’s a one-way bond?” I asked.

“It can’t be, can it? They’re so much more powerful than we are. And while you could make arguments about their intelligence, you’d be wrong about their personalities. They have strong personalities in their own ways”

“I agree. You probably can’t tell how Vhagar might have influenced you because of how young you were when she chose you. How do we differentiate between the changes caused by aging and those caused by the bond?” I asked.