The early morning sun painted Old Valyria in hues of gold and red. The ruins stood silent, a stark contrast to the vibrancy of life that thrived within Vensalia’s dragon sanctuary. Gazaro, the black dragon with glowing white markings, stirred restlessly in his perch. His silver eyes were alight with a singular determination.

He could not forget her—the silver-blue dragon who had danced with him in the skies above King’s Landing. Dreamfyre had captivated him with her beauty and spirit, and he was determined to win her favor.

Dragons were creatures of ancient customs, and Gazaro was no exception. Deep within the recesses of his memory lay the traditions of courtship passed down through dragonkind. To secure a mate, a dragon would offer gifts—rare and valuable treasures meant to demonstrate strength and devotion.

Gazaro let out a low rumble of excitement and unfurled his massive wings. He knew exactly what to do.

Flying to the heart of Old Valyria, Gazaro landed in the ancient dragon palace, a structure built centuries ago for the noble dragons of old. Despite its dilapidated state, the palace still held remnants of its former glory, including hidden vaults filled with treasures long forgotten by men.

Gazaro began to dig with his powerful claws, sifting through layers of stone and debris. His efforts soon bore fruit. Nestled within the depths of the palace were gleaming orbs of purple crystal. These were no ordinary jewels; they were infused with the lifeblood of Valyrian dragons, said to enhance a dragon’s vitality and extend their lifespan.

Carefully, Gazaro collected the orbs, cradling them in a large cloth he had retrieved from the ruins. His movements were deliberate, ensuring the delicate treasures remained unharmed. Once his bundle was secure, he held it gently in his mouth and took to the skies.

As he flew toward King’s Landing, Gazaro’s mind raced with thoughts of Dreamfyre. He knew where she resided—the dragon pit, a structure that confined dragons like caged beasts. The thought infuriated him, but he pushed his anger aside. His focus was on delivering his gifts, even if it meant risking the wrath of the Targaryens.

The flight was long but steady, and by the time Gazaro reached the outskirts of King’s Landing, the city was just beginning to stir.

The dragon pit loomed before him, its towering dome a stark reminder of the Targaryens’ dominion over dragons. Gazaro circled the structure once, his sharp eyes scanning for Dreamfyre. The pit’s entrance was far too small for a dragon of his size, but that did not deter him.

With a deafening roar that echoed across the city, Gazaro landed at the entrance of the dragon pit. His sheer size caused the ground to tremble, and the gates creaked ominously under the weight of his presence. The commotion immediately alerted the dragon keepers and guards stationed nearby.

“It’s the black dragon again!” one guard shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

Gazaro ignored them. His focus was solely on Dreamfyre, who emerged from the shadows of the pit, her silver-blue form gleaming in the morning light. She chirped in surprise, her curious eyes locking onto the massive bundle in Gazaro’s mouth.

With a careful precision that belied his size, Gazaro set the bundle down and nudged it toward her. He let out a soft, melodic growl—a gesture of offering.

Dreamfyre tilted her head, intrigued. She approached cautiously, her snout brushing against the cloth. When she pulled it open, the gleaming orbs were revealed, their purple light casting an ethereal glow.

The silver-blue dragon let out a delighted trill, her eyes shimmering with appreciation.

The roar and subsequent commotion had not gone unnoticed. From the Red Keep, Rhaenyra and Daemon watched as the black dragon once again caused chaos in their city.

“That beast is in the dragon pit,” Rhaenyra said, her tone a mix of disbelief and frustration. “What does it want this time?”

Daemon smirked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “It’s courting Dreamfyre,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice. “Again.”

Viserys, who had joined them at the balcony, shook his head in exasperation. “Summon the Kingsguard. We need to put an end to this before it gets out of hand.”

Within minutes, the Targaryen are assembling in the distance, watching everything, the Kingsguards, trying to make the unknown black dragon, Gazaro leave the Dragon Pit are met with Gazaro's fire.

Gazaro, sensing the approach of the other dragons, positioned himself protectively in front of Dreamfyre. He let out a low growl, his glowing white patterns pulsating with energy.

Dreamfyre, however, seemed unbothered by the tension. She chirped softly, nudging one of the purple orbs toward Gazaro in a gesture of acceptance.

When the Targaryen arrived at the scene, intrigued but also cautious, the scene before them was both baffling and infuriating.

“He’s giving her gifts,” Rhaenyra said softly, her voice filled with wonder.

Daemon scoffed. “And tearing apart our dragon pit in the process.”

Rhaenyra frowned, her eyes narrowing. “This dragon is no ordinary creature. Whoever owns him is playing a dangerous game.”

Gazaro, uninterested in the humans’ conversation, turned his attention back to Dreamfyre. He let out a soft rumble, nuzzling her affectionately before spreading his massive wings. With a final roar—a promise to return—he left the dragon pit and took off into the skies, leaving the Targaryens to stare after him in a mix of awe and frustration.

As Gazaro disappeared into the distance, the Targaryens were left to grapple with the implications of his actions.

“This isn’t just a wild dragon,” Viserys said gravely when they reconvened in the council chamber. “He has an owner—a master who is clearly skilled in the ways of dragons.”

“And that master has yet to show themselves,” Daemon added, his expression dark.

Helaena, however, seemed unfazed by the tension. Her thoughts were with Dreamfyre, who was now contentedly playing with the purple orbs left behind by Gazaro.

“Whoever he belongs to,” she said softly, “he’s not here to harm us. He just wants her to be happy.”

Back in Old Valyria, Gazaro landed with a sense of triumph. He had taken a bold risk, but it had paid off. Dreamfyre had accepted his gifts, and her response had been more than he could have hoped for.

Vensalia was waiting for him, her arms crossed and an amused smile on her lips.

“You’ve been busy,” she said, her tone teasing.

Gazaro rumbled softly, nudging her with his snout.

“I hope you didn’t cause too much trouble,” she added, scratching the scales behind his horns.

Gazaro closed his eyes, content. For now, his mission was complete—but he knew his journey with Dreamfyre was far from over.

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The morning sun had barely crested over the horizon when Gazaro, his massive wings unfurling with a soft rustle, awoke in his resting place on the edge of Old Valyria. His scales gleamed in the soft glow, but there was a restlessness in his movements that did not go unnoticed. The great black dragon’s thoughts were consumed with one thing—Dreamfyre.

Vensalia, who had been observing his behavior for the past few days, knew exactly what was on his mind. Her piercing silver eyes narrowed as she studied him from the entrance of her quarters. She had seen it before—this pattern of strange, almost obsessive behavior. He had spent the last few weeks sneaking away at the break of dawn, flying to distant lands, only to return to Old Valyria with his mind clearly elsewhere.

She smiled to herself, already aware of what was happening, but a chuckle escaped her lips when she pieced it all together. Gazaro is courting, she thought, shaking her head in amusement. He had always been a creature of strong desires, and now those desires had settled on the elegant silver-blue Targaryen dragon known as Dreamfyre.

She pushed herself off the stone doorway and approached the dragon, who had been pacing restlessly by the cliffs. “Are you really going to leave again, Gazaro?” she asked, her tone playful but knowing.

The dragon’s wings flared out, and he turned to face her, silver eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and affection. He let out a deep rumbling purr in response to her question, confirming that he indeed had intentions of returning to Dreamfyre.

Vensalia laughed softly, crossing her arms. “I should have known,” she mused, glancing over her shoulder at Silva, who was perched nearby, watching with a bored expression. “Your behavior, your constant restlessness—it’s obvious now. You’re courting Dreamfyre, aren’t you? There's no other female dragon that catches your attention after all.”

Gazaro, still proud but a little shy, let out a low growl that was unmistakably affirmative. His movements were fluid as he began preparing once again for his flight. He knew what he needed to do. He had gifts to give.

Vensalia leaned against the stone wall and observed him with an amused smirk. “Well, I suppose I can’t stop you,” she said, almost as though speaking to herself. “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you?”

Gazaro turned back toward her with a mixture of eagerness and confidence. He wasn't just going to visit Dreamfyre again, not this time. No, this time he had made up his mind to stay. He was going to prove himself—he was going to be the one to care for her, protect her, hunt for her, and show that he was worthy of being by her side, not just as a passing visitor, but as a mate.

Vensalia smiled softly, already knowing the course he was about to take. She shook her head, but there was a certain pride in her eyes. "You really are determined, Gazaro. Well, good luck. You’ll need it." She couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of him confronting the Targaryens, especially considering how possessive they were of their dragons.

She watched as the black dragon turned toward the towering cliffs of Old Valyria and unfurled his wings. The once quiet ruins of the ancient city reverberated with the sounds of his powerful wings as he lifted off into the sky. Silva sighed with a sound that seemed to mix both exasperation and affection. Gazaro had a knack for getting himself into trouble, but there was no denying his loyalty to Dreamfyre.

Luvius, perched proudly on a high ledge, let out a rumbling roar of approval. His massive black form glinted in the sun as he watched his son fly off. Despite Silva’s sigh, there was no doubt that Luvius, too, was proud of Gazaro’s resolve. Vensalia, though, simply shook her head again, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

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The journey to King’s Landing was familiar to Gazaro, but today his mind was focused entirely on the silver-blue dragon awaiting him. He could already feel the pull, a deep, almost magnetic force that urged him forward, driving him to complete his task. As he approached the dragon pit, he felt a twinge of apprehension. He had never been one to shy away from anything, but this time, he wasn’t just trying to impress anyone. He wanted to win Dreamfyre’s affection. He wanted to stay with her—permanently.

His massive wings slowed as he descended gracefully toward the pit. The stone walls of the dragon's den, imposing and cold, seemed small in comparison to his vast form. Still, he landed with careful precision, lowering his head to the ground to present the carefully wrapped gifts he had prepared.

He had brought gifts—ancient jewels that glowed with an ethereal purple light. These orbs were imbued with magic that was said to prolong the lives of dragons, making them stronger and healthier. They were treasures Gazaro had discovered long ago, hoarded away for just this moment. He gently set them down in front of Dreamfyre, who was watching him with her curious silver eyes.

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Inside the pit, Dreamfyre stirred, her graceful, silver-blue form unfurling as she moved toward Gazaro. The immense black dragon slowly unwrapped the cloth and revealed the glowing orbs, offering them to her with a soft purr. She nudged the gems with her snout, inspecting them with interest before chirping a soft, approving trill.

Gazaro let out a rumbling purr of his own, his silver eyes softening as he lowered his head even further. He wasn’t just here to impress Dreamfyre—he was here to make her understand that he was serious. He was offering her these gifts not only out of respect but as a promise to protect her.

Dreamfyre, understanding the gesture, let out a melodious hum, signaling her acceptance of the offering. She nuzzled the black dragon affectionately, signaling her approval of his devotion.

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Helaena, who had been standing at the entrance of Dreamfyre’s cave, watched the scene unfold in quiet awe. She had seen dragons interact with one another before, but never like this. It was as though Gazaro was declaring his intentions to her and to Dreamfyre in a way that no words could.

Helaena stepped closer, her gaze lingering on the enormous black dragon. He was intimidating, yes, but there was something in his posture, something in the way he moved, that made her feel… calm. There was a sense of loyalty and strength in him, and she could see that he wasn’t here to harm. In fact, he was here to care for Dreamfyre.

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Over the next few days, Gazaro’s determination became clear. He spent his time hunting for Dreamfyre, bringing back the finest game he could find. He would set it down before her with a soft rumbling growl, and then, as if to say this is for you, he would step back, watching her eat.

The other dragons, too, came to witness his behavior, especially Vermithor and Silverwing. The Targaryens had noticed his presence and were growing wary. Some approached, perhaps hoping to claim their own position in the dragon pit. But whenever they came too close, Gazaro would growl, a deep, protective sound that was enough to send them running. He wasn’t interested in competition—he was interested in Dreamfyre.

Only Helaena, his mate’s rider, was welcomed. Gazaro would lower his head in deference to her, offering a soft, rumbling purr as a sign of respect. She was Dreamfyre’s human companion, after all, and he knew he needed to please her too.

But not everyone was as accepting. Alicent, in particular, had been voicing her concerns ever since Gazaro first arrived. She had made no secret of her dislike for the enormous black dragon and his behavior. "It’s a monster," she would mutter, her disapproving gaze never leaving him. "It’s dangerous. It’s going to take Helaena away from us."

But Gazaro remained unfazed by her words. He had no time for the doubts of the Targaryens. He had a mission, and that was to win Dreamfyre’s heart and prove himself worthy of her.

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Back in Old Valyria, Vensalia smiled to herself as she watched Gazaro’s latest efforts unfold through her connection with the dragons. She knew he could do it—she always had faith in him. And now, she just hoped that Dreamfyre would recognize the sincerity in his actions. She was already proud of her dragon.