Rhaegar couldn't find sleep that night in Driftmark. He shared a room alongside Aegon and Baelon, the two being deep sleepers and heavy snorers, but despite that the cries and calls of dragons kept the youngest Prince awake. The moonlight shone through the window as Rhaegar stared longingly in the direction of the sounds, that was until his door opened and he saw Moira and Visenya stood in the doorway.

"What're you doing up?" Rhaegar asked both his sisters quietly, not wanting to disturb their older brothers or their mother and father who was fast asleep next door.

"We've come to get you, of course," the bubbly four year old Visenya said excitedly in a whisper.

"Let us see the dragons," Moira grinned, holding her hand out for her twin brother to take.

"Mother and father will have our heads if we're caught," Rhaegar tried to shut down.

"Then don't get caught, stupid," Moira rolled her eyes with a smile. Rhaegar rolled his eyes back and took his sister's outstretched hand. As they tiptoed through the corridors of Driftmark, the siblings encountered a few Kingsguard and guards along the way. Rhaegar's heart raced with each encounter, but they managed to evade suspicion by hiding in the shadows and using their little knowledge of the castle's layout to their advantage.

Finally, they reached the outer beaches, where the dragons were kept. The night air was filled with the scent of the sea and the distant roar of waves crashing against the shore. The moonlight illuminated the massive creatures, casting an ethereal glow upon their scales.

Aegar, Maekar's dragon, was the first they saw from atop of their perch. The dragon's white body with golden scales shimmered under the moonlight, and its eyes locked onto the siblings as they cautiously watched. Aegar had been the only one that laid there awake. Rhaegar could feel the power radiating from the dragon, and a mix of fear and awe washed over him.

Next, their eyes moved towards Thormax and Chua, the dragons that belonged to Aegon and Baelon. These dragons were smaller in size but no less impressive. Thormax, with its midnight black scales, looked still looked majestic as it nearly blended in with the darkness, while Chua, with its vibrant green scales, exuded a calming energy.

Syrax, Aunt Rhaenyra's dragon, was perched on a nearby cliff, its golden scales reflecting seamlessly with the moonlit sky.

Finally, their eyes wandered Caraxes, the dragon that belonged to Uncle Daemon. With its red scales and fierce gaze, Caraxes seemed to embody darkness and power.

The siblings stood in awe. They knew they couldn't stay for long, as the risk of being discovered grew with each passing moment. Reluctantly, they turned to leave, their minds already racing with tales of their daring adventure.

But before Rhaegar could take another step, the call of another dragon pierced the air. Aegar had been protectively led in front of another dragon. A dragon that was a lot older and even dwarfed Aegar, who was said to eventually rival the size of The Black Dread.

It was Vhagar, Rhaegar realised in that moment, and suddenly he understood why Aegar was so protective of the oldest living dragon and the last beacon of Old Valyria. Vhagar was Aegar's mother. Rhaegar stared longing between the giant beast and his sisters before his mind was made up.

Rhaegar snuck down the hill before Moira and Visenya knew where he was. Aegar huffed, shaking his head in the direction of his mother, like it beckoning the young boy forward. Rhaegar approached the old beast cautiously yet in awe of Vhagar.

As Rhaegar stood before the magnificent Vhagar, a sense of reverence and connection washed over him. He could feel the ancient dragon's presence, as if it held the wisdom of centuries within its gaze. The moonlight danced upon Vhagar's scales, illuminating the scars of battles long fought and won.

In that moment, Rhaegar felt a calling, a bond that transcended time and bloodlines. He reached out his hand, trembling slightly, and hesitantly touched Vhagar's scaled snout. A surge of energy coursed through him, a connection that seemed to bridge the gap between dragon and human.

Vhagar's eyes, filled with a mixture of ancient wisdom and maternal love, seemed to acknowledge Rhaegar's presence. It was as if the dragon recognised the young prince's spirit.

"Fuck," was Rhaegar's first swear word. Vhagar, despite her age, was a truly magnificent creature, now with no owner. Vhagar began growling, but Rhaegar noticed it wasn't at him. Rhaegar looked behind him to see Moira running towards them, Visenya in her arms. The old beast went to breathe fire at the two daughters of the future King, but Aegar roared, standing in front of the two sisters protectively.

Aegar had dwarfed every dragon inside the Dragonpit. Aegar was so big that Maekar had plans to build a separate Dragonpit just outside of King's Landing just for Aegar, Thormax, Chua, Ryoko and any future dragons his children and grandchildren may hatch. Yet, as Aegar stood protectively in front of the girls, the beast that belonged to their father was dwarfed by his mother.

"Dohaeras!" Rhaegar yelled, breathing heavily, his hand outstretched to try and calm the beast. "Dohaeras, Vhagar! Lykiri!" The flame inside Vhagar's mouth died down. "Lykiri!" Rhaegar yelled again, and the three siblings watched in awe as Vhagar quietened down under Rhaegar's command.

"You just fucking claimed Vhagar!" Moira said in shock as she ran to Rhaegar, Visenya clutched in her arms.

"What's fucking mean?" Visenya asked innocently from her place on Moira's hip.

"Something you never repeat," both twins said in unison.

"Shall we go for a ride?" Rhaegar asked excitedly, looking from his sisters to the magnificent beast that was now his.

"We'll wake up the castle!" Moira tried to stop her brother, but it was too late. Visenya had already leaped into her brother's arms and the two of them climbed up the dragons bag. Rhaegar was sat on the saddle with Visenya between his legs, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he clutched the straps. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Moira muttered to herself, climbing up onto Vhagar's back and wrapping her arms around Rhaegar's waist.

Both children flushed at the contact.

"Soves!" Rhaegar ordered. Vhagar grumbled tiredly, showing her age. "Dohaeras, Vhagar! Soves!" That time, the old dragon complied with its new riders orders. The three children yelped in shock as Vhagar got to her feet, the three children hanging on for dear life. From this height, Aegar looked the size of a regular merchant ship, while Thormax and Chua looked the size of sheep.

Vhagar roared once more as she took a running start, leaping into the air as she began to fly. Aegar followed protectively, for if any children were to fall Aegar would be able to catch them.

The three children were in awe as the ground below began to get further in and further away. They laughed and gasped when Aegar, the magnificent white and gold beast done tricks in the air, rolling over the top of them and his mother. They laughed even harder when Vhagar roared in Aegar's direction, as if telling her son to behave.

As the dragons soared through the night sky, Rhaegar, Moira, and Visenya couldn't contain their excitement. The wind rushed through their hair, and the thrill of flying on the backs of these majestic creatures filled their hearts with joy. They marveled at the breathtaking view below them, the moon casting a silver glow on the land and sea.

Vhagar and Aegar flew side by side, their wings beating in perfect harmony. Rhaegar could feel the power and grace of Vhagar beneath him, her every movement a testament to her ancient lineage. A sense of freedom washed over him as he held on tight to the saddle, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Moira clung onto Rhaegar, her arms wrapped around his waist, her laughter mingling with the wind. She felt a sense of exhilaration and wonder, her eyes sparkling with pure delight. Visenya, in awe of the world unfolding beneath her, giggled uncontrollably, her small hands clinging to her brother's shirt.

As the dragons glided through the night, Rhaegar couldn't help but feel a deep connection with the beast beneath him. It was as if Vhagar understood his desires, his dreams, and his longing for adventure. In that moment, he realised that his bond with Vhagar went beyond ownership. It was a bond of trust, of mutual respect and understanding.

The siblings flew higher and higher, their laughter echoing through the night sky. They could see the lights of Driftmark in the distance, a mere speck in the vastness of the world. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment they would cherish forever.

But Rhaegar knew their adventure had to come to an end. He gently guided Vhagar and Aegar back towards Driftmark, their descent slow and graceful. The dragons landed softly on the beach, their wings folding against their bodies.

Rhaegar, Moira, and Visenya dismounted, their hearts still racing with the thrill of the flight. They stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of the dragons before bidding them farewell. Rhaegar whispered his gratitude to Vhagar, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

"It's them," Rhaena said in shock. As Rhaegar and Moira entered Driftmark, Visenya happily bubbling away in her sister's arms, they came across Rhaena, Baela, Jacaerys and Lucerys, all four of them were glaring at them.

"It's us," Rhaegar shrugged, standing protectively in front of his sisters.

"Vhagar is my mother's dragon," Rhaena argued.

"Your mother's dead," Moira spat, clutching Rhaegar's wrist. "And Vhagar has a new rider now, doesn't she, brother?"

"She was mine to claim!" Rhaena shouted.

"A dragon isn't an object!" Visenya spoke up for the first time, her shyness no longer there as she rushed to her brother's aid.

"My sister is right, you should've claimed her!" Rhaegar agreed.

"Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, they seemed quite content with themselves when they found one for Rhaegar," Moira spat again. "It would suit you," she said cruelly.

Rhaena rushed towards Moira, intent on hurting her, but Rhaegar met her halfway and shoved Rhaena to the floor. Baela came next and before Rhaegar could react she slapped him, which Rhaegar replied with a right hook that Ser Criston and his father had taught him.

"Come at my sisters or I again and I'll feed you to my dragon!" Rhaegar seethed. Jacaerys yelled as he rushed at Rhaegar, but the older boy dodged his punches and shoved him to the floor.

Moira put Visenya down and punched Lucerys as he tried to punch Rhaegar, sending the boy to the floor clutching his nose.

"That fucking hurt!" Moira hissed as she shook her hand.

"You will die screaming in flames just as your father did, bastards!" Rhaegar yelled, picking up a rock as he held Lucerys by the neck.

"My father's still alive!" Lucerys sobbed, blood dripping down his face.

"He doesn't know, does he?" Moira said in a fake baby voice as she clutched her hand to her chest. "Lord Strong," she spat the name like it was poison in her mouth.

"No!" Visenya cried as she watched on helplessly. Jacaerys pulled a knife from his breeches, yet Rhaegar dodged every swing and shoved the bastard to the floor once more. The Prince raised the rock above his head, intent on bashing the bastards skull in, but Jacaerys replied with taking a handful of sand and throwing it into Rhaegar's face.

No one expected it. Not Rhaegar. Not Visenya. Not Rhaena and Baela and certainly not the bastards who caused it. A scream pierced the air and Moira fell back into her brother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably in pain as she clutched the would that ran from her eye.

Moira had shoved Rhaegar out of the way of Jacaerys blade and in turn, lost her eye.

"Cease this at once!" The loud, booming voice of Ser Harrold Westerling caused the kids to freeze. "Get away!" He barked, kneeling down in front of Rhaegar and Moira. Visenya rushed towards them, sobbing uncontrollably into her brother's leg. "Princess, my Princess. Let me see," he gently pried her hands away and gasped in disgust at the sight. "Gods be good."