There was relief and freedom within the sky, on dragonback, and Rhaenyra had always gone to Syrax when she needed that liberty and freedom. That had been the case since she had first bonded with and rode Syrax and she knew in her heart that would be the case until the day she passed from the world. She had felt the itch when she’d woken up that morning, that chafe of responsibility against her throat and she had decided that she needed the freedom, she needed the sky, but she didn’t need it to be a solo activity anymore.
Once she was dressed, she had slipped out of their rooms and went down to the main hall where she knew Daemon would be. She approached him, running her hand along the line of his shoulder before leaning forward and whispering into his ear “ride with me.” A smile with a touch of mischief and then she practically ran out of the room as though she were that same, spirited young woman that had flouted every duty at every opportunity she could. She paused in the doorway, turning and crooking her finger, beckoning for Daemon to join her.
“It’s rude to keep your lady wife waiting.” Rhaenyra laughed, delighting in the term that she could finally use while speaking to him. It had been so long, so much time, to finally end up where she needed to be, where perhaps she had always destined to be. She was teasing him, enticing him, and she turned back, running out of the castle. The unspoken words drifted through her mind as she ran down the path that led to where both Syrax and Caraxes waited for them; catch me if you can.
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