awakening, arrival at driftmark. thoughts of singers

AN: here we go. Another one. We see a red dragon flee to Dragonstone. Also, Time to finally meet davon. Next we go to Dragonstone. Where jaceaerys and baela get to see what a true dragonlord their age looks like.

Also, we get leafs thoughts on the future lady of Sparta.

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The narrow sea, 130 AC

ARTHUR

I can't help but chuckle when I see Corlys and Alyn remove daemon from my chambers. In truth had he the means he would've struck out at me im sure.

But can't find myself to care much.

Not when Rhaena is crying atop mh face and looking at me like im the answer to all her questions. All her doubts. It feels like morgoths weight pressing down on me.

But, this was of my own making. I could've remained unknown in this war and let things play out as I remembered. With a boy king being pulled apart by the different factions that remain after the war.

Such a thing would not happen this time.

All those who sided with the greens will die out. Their families extinct. This needs to be a wake up call to westeros. That a kings word means Somehting. That nobles oaths mean Somehting.

The north is best at this. For no matter the reason, in the north a broken oath is a broken oath And your head rolls.

Many of the people I've spoken to think me playing a game when I say I'll turn the reach into harrenhall on a regional level. But I am serious. By the end of this war, I hope to end the citadels hold on knowledge. To end the seven's lording over these lands with fake oaths and promises that are broken on a whim. Like the change of the wind.

'Lanisters, baratheons, tyrells, hightowers. Beware. For the black dragon heads south. And none of you will live to see him return north.' My thoughts turn dark. Unconsciously letting out my magic that makes my eyes glow. Yes. I've found many things out about myself since my memories in Valyria were awakened.

Now I just need leaf to help me get the ice part of my bloodline under control.

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RHAENA

I grow more and more worried as I watch Arthurs mind turn dark.

How do I know such a thing? Because I've spent every waking moment around him studying him. Those eyes. That cold mask of indifference that he allows me to see under.

I see it all.

So to watch his darker thoughts run across his face is a sight to behold.

It both scares and excites me. While I should be weary of enjoying such things, I am a dragon.

We all have an animal inside of us. Just like Arthur said about the shadows. Mine just so happens to be a dragon.

Dragons thrive on fire and blood.

I decide to get his mind off whatever it is he won't tell me about.

If anything is annoying about him it's his need for secrecy. The moving in the shadows. Meetings with Allie's under the hour of the wolf.

I want him to let me in. Truly. Not some of the way. And I resolve to achieve that by the time we leave for Dragonstone. For we must be one unit together to face the queens court.

Many of them will try to get a rise out of Arthur. However, If we show them a strong and united front we might just make it through.

I break his thoughts with my voice. (Arthur?)

He looks up at me. Proving how deep he was in his mind. For when I'm this close to him usually his entire being is centered on me.

(Yes my sweet pink dragon?) he responds in that beautiful accent.

I decide such heavy talks can wait until we leave for Dragonstone. (I'm just so happy you're awake.) I tell him true.

He smiles a sad smile at me. One I can't identify. I just hope things work out. I already find myself longing the quiet peaceful atmosphere of Sparta as opposed to the constant presence of yelling from sailors.

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DAEMON

After Corlys gets me to his solar he and his son let go of me.

My sword is drawn in a breath. (Tell me why I shouldn't take your head?! Did you not see the same thing as I?! We're you not as enraged?!)

My mind was pure lava. Seeing Rhaena kiss her betrothed had been all too much me. My sweet little dragon is growing up far too fast for my liking.

The worst part is I know my temper about it will only make her angrier. Corlys words break my mental conversation.

(Because she would never forgive you if you hurt him daemon. You yourself saw how distraught she's been for a sennight. She hasn't even flown morning.)

That was a surprise. For a dragon and rider needed to see eachother. Their emotions were connected more than those without the blood could ever understand.

Corlys saw my realization. Sure I knew she was upset. But this still doesn't change my anger.

My goodfather gives me a good idea. (Go to Dragonstone. Inform the queen of the developments. As well as the truth about Arthur. Make ready for the triarchy. Then we deal with the one eye.)

At the mention of our enemies he became the sea snake and not Corlys Velaryon.

His idea has merit. Perhaps it will give me time to get used to this new reality I must face, my daughter being in love.

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Driftmark, spicetown, 130 AC

DAVON

i aim to rest back in my abode. For I've been at sea for almost a year.

And what a year it was. For first I found a manse on the outside of the smoking sea.

There I found the heirlooms of the most famous family in the eastern part of the world. Valhalla. The black dragons.

Reading through the journal of one Jaenyx Valhalla left me stunned. To do such a thing to a child of your own blood is awful. Sure, I'm a smuggler who steals things from rich lords with so much gold they don't know what to do with all of it.

But I do not mistreat any people. I only steal and sell goods. Somehting that's gotten me in trouble many times in lys and myr.

Lastly? I got to steal from the most famous sea fearer in the history of the world. Corlys Velaryon.

Taking a sizeable amount of this 'miracle grain' was far too easy. Like the man thought nobody would steal from him because of his name. Bah!

People need to make coin. I'm a good sailor and ship captain but the idea of being a pirate disgusted me. Reaving and raping along whatever shore you find yourself on. Pure madness. I want a simple life. Quiet.

All that is turned to ash as I see a large shadow cover the island.

Looking up I see a black beast. A dragon. And the sound it makes echo through my body.

Something tells me this is not going to be fun for me...… I get a sinking feeling watching the dragon circle a few times before going to the beach along the shore.

Deciding To listen to Said instinct I gather everything of value I can carry once I reach my home.

Just as I'm stuffing the last tunic into the bag I plan to take with me I hear a sound outside my door.

As I open it I'm met with the most beautiful and terrifying eyes I've ever seen.

A mix of shining grey and red. Looking like a dance of ice and fire.

AN: wanted to get this first part out of the way. More coming tomo. Love you all 🙏❤️