Her eldest daughter, Lannael—brave beyond her years and sharp-witted—along with her seemingly delicate but resolute son, Lannino, had been secretly dispatched to Dragonstone. Their mission was as perilous as it was critical: to confront and, if possible, tame Vhagar, the largest and most untamed dragon still alive within the Targaryen family.Rhaenys understood the magnitude of this danger. Yet, she also knew that risk and opportunity were inseparable. She could not allow Viserys the chance to claim such a creature, a dragon whose very existence symbolized absolute authority and unmatched power. To control Vhagar was to wield an advantage no mere claim to the throne could provide. Success meant a tangible boost to their faction's leverage in the ever-tense succession dispute—and, perhaps, a decisive turning point in the struggle for the Iron Throne.The morning sky over King's Landing was pale and filled with the soft glow of dawn, draping the city in a golden veil. Yet the beauty of the sunrise did little to temper the tension in the air. Within the city walls, King Jaehaerys, though his body was frail and seemed on the verge of collapse, insisted on personally overseeing this critical operation. His presence was more than ceremonial—it was a symbol, a living assertion of royal authority in the midst of a storm of uncertainty.Clad in the deep purple cloak that marked his kingship, Jaehaerys, supported by his devoted wife, slowly mounted the broad back of Vermithor, the mighty dragon who had been his companion in many past campaigns. Queen Alysanne, despite the wear of years, displayed remarkable steadiness and courage as she settled atop Silverwing, her dragon's silver scales gleaming faintly in the morning light. Together, their dragons emitted low, resonant roars, as though acknowledging their masters' resolve and readiness.Daemon had already mounted Caraxes, the crimson-scaled "Bloodworm," whose dangerous sheen caught the sunlight like smoldering embers. Rhaenys, meanwhile, guided the Red Queen Meleys with a gentle hand, confirming final instructions before gracefully seating herself upon her dragon. Meleys responded with a contented purr, her wings beating powerfully as if echoing her mistress's determination.Viserys, lacking a dragon of his own, had been expressly ordered by Jaehaerys to remain in King's Landing. The old king understood his proud grandson's frustration, but he also knew that a person without a dragon amidst these airborne titans was not only a liability but potentially bait for disaster. The capital had to remain prepared for every contingency. Ballistas, specially designed to pierce even dragon scales, were mounted along the city walls, while archers nocked their arrows and braced for command.With a resonant cry from Vermithor, four dragons soared into the sky, their immense shadows sweeping over the spires and battlements of King's Landing. The morning wind carried them toward Dragonstone, leaving Viserys alone, isolated, and brooding in the golden light.The atmosphere over Dragonstone shifted dramatically upon Lannael's arrival. Despite being barely ten years old, her gaze was unyielding, filled with a maturity beyond her years. Facing the colossal, roaring Vhagar, she exhibited an unwavering resolve, her presence a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. Flames licked the air as the ancient dragon tested her will, yet, against all odds, she met the creature with a force of spirit that compelled its recognition.Vhagar, legendary and untamable to all but the most daring, had yielded to the determination of a child. The island itself seemed to pulse with awe and exhilaration at this miraculous moment. For Rhaenys and her family, it was not just a victory—it was an auspicious sign, a powerful omen of the Targaryen line's resurgence.King Jaehaerys and his party had scarcely arrived when the news reached them. Exhausted from the journey atop their dragons, their bodies still tensed from flight, they received the report and could hardly conceal their elation. Vermithor and Silverwing emitted low, satisfied resonances, their responses echoing the pride of their masters.Rhaenys felt her heart swell with joy. Her daughter had not only ensured her own safety in this dangerous undertaking but had also added an unprecedented asset to the family's strength. Even Queen Alysanne, whose face had grown pale with the years, allowed herself a relieved smile. Four dragons had become five—a tangible increase in the Targaryen's already formidable power.Yet, amid this jubilation, Daemon's reaction was more complex. A faint smile curved his lips as he observed the islanders cheering for Lannael, but that smile quickly vanished, replaced by a shadow of concern. The taming of Vhagar shifted the balance of power, bolstering Rhaenys's side and increasing resistance to Viserys's claim. Daemon's mind involuntarily turned to his grandfather, Jaehaerys. Which side would the old king ultimately support? Would he favor the legitimate bloodline of Viserys, or the stronger, more capable combination of Rhaenys and Lannino? This uncertainty weighed upon him like a stone, pressing on his chest with quiet insistence.Meanwhile, across the Narrow Sea, Rayder and his trio of dragons completed a grueling journey. Each dragon, distinct and exuding a palpable menace, followed the path carefully plotted on their maps, unwavering in their course toward Dragonstone. The island's jagged silhouette finally appeared on the horizon, prompting a sharp narrowing of Rayder's eyes as he assessed the land's strategic significance.At the same moment, King Jaehaerys and his party noticed dark shapes growing larger in the distant sky. Not one, but three dragons approached, their scales reflecting sunlight with a menacing gleam. One even bore the ancient, Valyrian-style dark purple hue of legendary lineage. The air seemed to thrum with latent power, an almost tangible weight of the Dragon King's bloodline pressing down upon them."They're here!" Jaehaerys's voice rang out from atop Vermithor, frail yet resolute. He patted the dragon's neck, eliciting a majestic roar that echoed across the waves. Vermithor, followed closely by Silverwing, Caraxes, Meleys, and Vhagar, surged skyward once more. Five dragons, five streaks of unstoppable might, advanced toward the unknown adversaries, determined to protect Dragonstone and assert the Targaryen family's supremacy.Rayder, atop the black dragon Im, fixed his piercing gaze on the approaching dragons. Surprise flickered across his features as he noted the numbers—five, not three. Their advantage had shifted more significantly than he had anticipated. His dragons, Im and Yigen, adults of immense power, shivered slightly in response to the threat. A deep, rolling roar erupted from both, shaking the air and warning all who would oppose them: the battle for Dragonstone, and perhaps for the Targaryen legacy itself, was about to begin.The skies above Dragonstone churned with tension, a storm of dragons and destiny ready to collide. The fate of the Targaryen family, once precarious, now balanced upon the wings of five formidable dragons. And in that moment, as the wind tore across the cliffs and flames flickered in anticipation, every soul aboard each dragon knew: the war for the Iron Throne had entered a new, perilous chapter.Every beat of dragon wings was a heartbeat of power, and every roar a declaration: here, upon this rocky island, the Targaryens would either rise anew—or fall with a thunder that would echo across the Narrow Sea.---
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