earlier." She was quite attentive to Rhaella as she spoke. "I remember before we went on our little flight earlier today, that you weren't too keen on meeting him. Has your opinion changed?" Viserion asked, taking a bite of the lemon cake, a little hum leaving her as she chewed.

"Oh fiiiine, you got me." Viserion said playfully before settling down the tray on a nearby table. Plucking one of the cakes for herself and taking a seat in a nearby chair. "Sooooo what do you think of him? I only ask because I felt a bit of nervousness coarse through me when I was in the dragonpit

A huge grin was spread across her features when Rhaella answered. "Of course! And mayyybe?" Viserion feigning an innocent look for a second before she started giggling herself, "can't a dragon just come to check up on her lovely rider?"

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏.
𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚. 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍.ᐣ

𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾?
𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾?
𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾?
𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾?

I have my mother's spirit and my father's fury. I do not scare easily.

When I am Queen, I shall create a new order.

I feel like biting someone just because.