Chapter 7 - Can a dragon get jealous?- part 1

120 AC

First day of the First moon.

Ulf Pov

The year had finally come. The year which would define the "Dance".

"The Year of the Red Spring".

The year would be marked by the deaths of Harwin Strong and the current hand Lyonel Strong due to a "Fire" in Harrenhall.

After which It would be the death of a woman whom I had come to admire, Laena Velaryon due to the illness which plagued the women In the world of Planetos.

Childbirth.

After her death, It would be her brother's turn who would die in a "lover's quarrel".

Which would result in a funeral which was a much-needed shot for the Greens.

"Vhagar". The largest dragon in the world being tamed by the second son of King Viserys, Aemond Targaryen.

The reason for the Greens having a chance at winning the "Game".

With my knowledge, I could easily stop Aemond from claiming the dragon, but the question came into my mind, "Why should I?"

The chaos caused by the Dance was the perfect chance for me to climb the ladder from just another smallfolk to the beacon of hope for the people.

The realm could go fuck itself. I will not turn down the opportunity because even if I wanted to there was nothing that could stop the "Dance" from happening.

It was already set when King Viserys the cunt decided not to change the line of succession to his firstborn son inheriting the throne. The only ones that I pitied during the dance were the children, no one else.

But I should not complain since you should make lemonade when life gives you a lemon.

The day started out as normal. I was busy training with Hugh when the screeching of the dragon made us stop our spar. The dragon's rider quickly jumped off and walked towards me.

It seems her labors had started.

"Bring Gerardys with you. Fast.", said the prince on whose face the smug smile which was usually plastered was missing.

I quickly nodded my head and ran towards the maester.

As gerardys and me got back to the courtyard I saw the dragon keepers bringing a bigger saddle and putting it on "the blood wyrm".

It seemed that Gerardys would be flying to Driftmark, the poor guy.

As they got onto the saddle, the prince looked at me.

"Boy, do not make me wait."

It was then that It hit me that he wanted me to come too. It seemed that the assistance that I had given to gerardys during jofferys birth had impressed the "rogue".

God, it was a harrowing experience. I remembered the howling of Rhaenyra and blood being everywhere.

I was shaken up. After the birth Gerardys called me to his solar and gave me a cup of ale. He told me how I had done pretty well and that most acolytes in the citadel would always freeze up.

It was one of the few warm memories that I had after my mother had died.

As I approached the dragon, I could see him looking at me carefully It must have been my imagination but I could see his eyes twinkling as If he was reminiscing too. Daemon just looked at me for a second before looking ahead. Probably thinking of his wife who would die in a few days.

As we took off my mind shifted toward Silverwing. Gods, she would chew my brains If she got to know that I rode another dragon.

As we took off into the sky I heard the wings flapping of another dragon until the dragon came into view. It was then that I nearly had a heart attack seeing Silverwing coming closer toward Caraxes.

By the gods, I was so screwed.