Chapter 4.3- The Seadragon's Roar

Whatever she was about to say escaped her mind as she watched Igneel bank past the Castle through Corlys’ immense glass windows. Her smile grew at seeing her prodigious son’s equally prodigious dragon, but it died as she saw the shadow behind him. Vhagar. The oldest living dragon came upon Igneel in a flash of bronze and the next thing she knew, the two dragons had collided into each other. The noise was something that she ached to cover her ear from as Igneel managed little resistance to being flung straight into the sea by the collision. He flew out of control, and only managed to miss a Fisherman’s boat by the skin of his fangs.

He landed in the water, leaving a massive wave in his wake, and Vhagar growled, sounding like a chuckle of all things before beginning to fly back to her lair.

“Was Laenor there? Was he on the saddle?” Corlys asked her, and for the first time in their marriage, she saw panic fill her husband’s eyes. And in that precise second, she became unsure. Had Laenor been there? She hadn’t seen him but he was so small when compared to a dragon and at that distance it would have been possible for all of Igneel’s bulk to hide him from view.

“I don’t know” She said, and she didn’t know whop started running first. All she knew was that she and her husband sprinted like bats out of the hells as they ran through the castle. Dignity and propriety be damned as they screamed their son’s name. She barely even noticed the Knights and men at arms also going about seeking out her son as she called for Meleys with the bond she shared.

“Where is my son?” She screamed to everyone and no one in particular and received naught but silence. Laenor never stayed in the sam place for long. It was Velaryon wanderlust, Corlys had called it to soothe her fears and she wished now that she had told him to fuck off and kept. Her son close like her instincts told her to. Laenor’s rooms were empty. Laena hadn’t seen him all day, and for a second she felt a traitorous part of her wish that her daughter had not aimed so high as to claim a creature as great and terrible as Vhagar.

The Maester had seen her son nought, and the master at arms reported the same. All avenues exhausted she finally left the castle. He and Igneel trained off in the Island she remembered. Just as she left the island, Corlys mere steps behind her despite his age, she felt her mind be soothed by a familiar roar.

She looked up to see Meleys coming down at her, with a very familiar creature sullenly held within her claws. “Unhand me this instant” she heard her son’s voice as he screamed at her dragon, and no sound had ever calmed her heart so thoroughly. Flapping her wings to slow her descent, Meleys let go, dropping him a few feet and she felt her breath hitch for a second but Corlys was there, catching her little boy in his grasp and holding him tightly.