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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery ❤️💚
A NEW CHAPTER OF THE NEW FIC
Little girls growing up fast.
Little girls growing up again.
I should work on my other fics but this idea have consumed me, body, mind, and soul.
𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭
An untamed, wild dragon that lived on Dragonstone during the reign of Viserys I. He had made his lair in a smoking vent high on the desolate eastern side of the volcano called Dragonmont. There were two other wild dragons; The Cannibal and Sheepstealer, the latter was later claimed by a dragonseed called Nettles.
Grey Ghost was said to be the colour of morning mist; a pale grey-silver. He was shy, and stayed away from humans. Feasting on fish, he was often seen diving in the sea for food. He never harmed any of the villagers on the island, nor did he seek out any company. Grey Ghost seemed to be happy in his solitude.
During the Dance of the Dragons, Jacaerys called for every possible rider and dragonseed to claim a dragon for the Blacks, but Grey Ghost was an elusive creature. He was never claimed as he avoided human contact.
However, he was later slain by Sunfyre, and partially eaten upon Aegon’s return to Dragonstone.
gif credit: @gameofthronesdaily.
Let Danny rule the world, please.
Dragon Headcanons for my fic Part 4.
Grey Ghost
Prefers fish to any other food
Given his shy nature, he can only be summoned by soft singing which he likes to hear
Hates loud noises, and this contributes to his avoidance of humans
He actually has white scales with grey coloring under his wings, despite his name
Along with scale color, he is lean and the edge of his wings are worn with holes in them contributing to his supernatural appearance
The Cannibal
Rarely has a consistent meal and can go months without eating, this further terrifies humans and dragons on Dragonstone because no one knows when he'll go hunting
The size of his teeth indicates his true age, the only people who know his real age were his victims
His flames are sometimes mistaken for wildfire
The Dragonpit on Dragonstone has been left alone from his attacks purely due to the fact that he prefers easy prey and larger dragons pose problems
He has a distinct roar that sounds docile but many believe he uses it to lure prey rather than it being his true roar
Sheepstealer
He holds the largest record of sheep thefts in Dragonstone, more so than that of any human criminal
Some clever shepherds have been known to carry slabs of lamb and distract him with it to lead the flock away
His rider, Nettles, is the only one he allows to touch him and further likes to lay his head on her lap (as best as he can without crushing her)
He rarely responds to his name due to his many years as a wild dragon
He has scars along his brown scales, however where he received them from is unclear
The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone
Part 1 Viserys 1
Chapter Summary: Viserys speaks with the newly arrived bastard from Dragonstone
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A/N: Viserys has no idea what he's doing
Viserys straightened himself in his chair. He wiped down his black tunic with the red three-headed dragon. His hand trembled against the armrest of his seat but he tried to stop it. After all, he needed to seem strong. He needed to seem like the king.
A knock came from the chambers’ door.
“Come in”, he said.
The doors opened from behind them in walked Ser Harrold Westerling and the boy. The commander of the Kingsguard glanced at the young man and then at Viserys. A question hung in the air. Do you want me to leave him alone with you? Or more so, is he dangerous if left alone with you?
Viserys lifted his finger, dismissing the knight. Ser Harrold nodded and closed the doors behind him.
It was just the two of them now.
Viserys saw the boy standing there, his hands behind his back with a neutral look on his face.
“Can sit down”, Viserys stated.
The boy’s eyes bore into him before turning to a chair. Viserys watched as he sat down across from him. His legs were sprawled out, one ankle resting over his knee. His hands hung over the edge of the armrest. He seemed relaxed. Viserys wasn’t sure if this child truly knew why he was there.
“I never got a chance to ask, what’s your name?”
“Gaemon.”
Viserys nodded. “I’m glad we finally get a chance to talk. It’s not often a boy claims a wild dragon.”
“Is it not? Or is it not rare for a lowborn bastard to do it?” The boy asked calmly.
Viserys sucked in through his teeth. “Both actually.”
The boy’s eyes shifted away from Viserys to the fire beside them.
The king swallowed uncomfortably by the silence. “So, did you name your dragon?”
“He came with a name already. Grey Ghost.”
“It’s surprising that you managed to claim him, I’ve heard he is shy around people.”
“Not around me, I guess”, the boy said with no particular enthusiasm.
Viserys leaned forward. “You know, I remember when I first claimed my dragon, Balerion. I was frankly a bit terrified at the prospect of taming him but I swallowed my fear and did it.”
Gaemon didn’t respond.
“It was also very terrifying because I knew I was carrying such a legacy by being his rider after all he was Aegon’s.”
“Who?”
Viserys stared dumbfounded. “Aegon the Conqueror. The first Targaryen King. He and his sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys conquered and united Westeros over a hundred years ago.”
“Oh, them. Right.”
“How have you been liking the Red Keep?” Viserys started. “I’m sure it's much bigger than what you’re used to. Still, once you’ve been around it a few times you get used to corridors. We tend to have many pieces of art about my family’s past and customs as well as-”
“-Why did you call me here?” He interrupted.
Viserys was taken aback.
The boy took note of his confusion. “You ordered me to come here. Is there a reason why or are we going to speak about art?”
Viserys’ brows crinkled together.
“Everyone here is wondering what you’re going to do with me. The guards whisper it, and so do the maids. I’m no one’s bastard. Not you, not your brother, and definitely not your sons’. I don’t share your blood so everyone is wondering what you’re going to do with me.”
Viserys looked him straight in the eye. “Like I said it’s not every day that someone claims a wild dragon.”
“Especially not someone like me…I don’t come from your line. I don’t hold any land or titles. My family name is one shared by thousands of bastards, Rivers. Yet, you brought me here for one reason. I have a dragon.”
“Exactly.”
“What does your family want you to do with me?”
“They have yet to find out about you.”
“It will be a bit difficult to hide me when I have a dragon waiting outside in the courtyard.”
“I know.”
“So, what do you plan to do?”
Viserys sighed. Gods his life was becoming more difficult than it needed to be. He was already dealing with Rhaenyra and Alicent’s feud, and now this.
“I can have you fostered in a lord’s household. You can also take up the sword and swear an oath to hold no land and father no children. You can go to the Citadel. Or you can take up the black.”
Gaemon titled his head. “All of these are interesting ideas but they have their flaws. If I stay with a lord, you would essentially be giving that very lucky lord a dragon. After all, I would be serving him. I could take up the sword and become a knight only there is a problem, most knights have already been trained as squires. I have had no such training and if you want to deal with me as quickly as you want that will not work. The Citadel will not work as well since I can’t read. Also, the black? Do you truly want a dragon at the wall? That is what you will get if you send me, Grey Ghost follows me everywhere.”
Viserys observed the boy. “Then what do you suggest?”
“You already legitimized me in the letter you sent to Dragonstone. That was after you heard of me. So, what would be the duties of a Targaryen? I’m not part of your line so in my case, I would simply have to marry and give your house more heirs, right?”
“Those are the duties of a prince.”
“Until then, I’m happy with staying in my chambers. Do we have an agreement?”
Viserys glanced at the fire. “I would need to talk to my Hand first.”
“Why? You’re the king.”
“He advises me.”
“You already legitimized me; it’s already stated in paper. He’s an advisor, you’re king, what power does he have over your word?”
Viserys nodded after a while. “Very well, when the time is right you will marry and serve House Targaryen.”
The boy blinked. “May I go now?”
“Yes. You are dismissed.”
Viserys watched as he stood from his chair and walked away, never looking back. When the door closed behind him, Viserys slumped into the chair. The boy was a mystery to him. He had the silver hair of Valyria and violet eyes. His hair was messily chopped. When Viserys first saw him, it reminded him of Daemon when he was young. But his age and birthplace made any connection to his immediate family impossible. Still, there was the blood of Valyria in him. However, instead of a fire in his eyes like most Targaryens, he found a coldness brewing beneath them.
He sighed. The court would gossip. He would never hear the end of it from both Rhaenyra and Alicent. Yet, the old dying king knew it, this boy possessed a dragon and that alone made him one of the most dangerous people in the realm.
My favorite dragons from HOTD/Fire &Blood + why I love them (in no particular order)
In Show:
Vhagar (the Queen of all dragons, enough said)
Arrax (he had such unique mannerisms, you could tell he was a baby)
Caraxes (he's so weird I love him, I ignore Daemon as his rider cause I love him too much)
Sunfyre (literally a beautiful boy, if you read Fire & Blood, you know he is dedicated)
Have yet to appear in the show but are in Fire & Blood:
Tessarion (the cobalt blue scales and she was that loyal to her rider)
The Cannibal (the most feared dragon on Dragonstone and so mysterious people debate if he is older than the Targaryen Conquest)
Grey Ghost (he hates people and only eats fish, he was amazing for being that introverted)
Stormcloud (he cared so much for his rider bro)
Morghul (how dare they give such a cool name and barely use them???? Morghul means "Death" in High Valyrian. The potential was there)