Chapter 9

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One day had passed and Eyra had not yet returned to King's Landing, at this moment she was in the forest and talking to Viserion:

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One day had passed and Eyra had not yet returned to King's Landing, at this moment she was in the forest and talking to Viserion:

- Kesrio syt bona Doru-borto urnēbagon hen issa muñnykeā ēdan naejot mazverdagon bona! (Because that stupid guard of my mother had to make that horrible joke!) -

-Ziry kostagon daor lua se ivestragon issa muñnykeā mazverdagon syt ry se jēda? Bona isse se ruarza tistākēlio gīda se targaryens emagon ōghar(He couldn't keep the observations my mother makes continuously for herself? Moreover, that picture in the secret room clearly shows that even the Targaryens have brown hair) -

- Viserion, nyke jaelagon naejot vestragon geros ilas naejot zirȳ yn nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon lo nyke kostagon't ūndegon zirȳ jikagon qrīdrughagon (Viserion, I want to greet them but I don't know if I can see them leaving) -

The dragon snorts in response as soon as he hears from the girl that he does not know if he can;

- Nyke kostagon daor vestragon geros ilas naejot Luke yn nyke daor shijetra nykēla lo nyke gōntan daor greet zirȳ. Skoros nyke gaomagon? (Ok maybe I can't greet Luke but I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't greet them. What should I do?) -

The dragon looked at her for a second and then puffed again tired from the indecision of the girl;

- Ao issi paktot nyke emagon naejot sagon nēdenka nyke kostagon va moriot jikagon ūndegon zirȳ raqagon nyra ivestretan issa (You're right I have to be brave I can always go and visit them like Nyra told me) -

That said, the girl climbed onto the dragon and headed for the castle ready to greet her family.

Meanwhile, at the castle, Luke was taking time to stop his family from leaving, so that he could say goodbye to his best friend.

- Come on Luke, get in the carriage, we have to go; Eyra won't come even if we keep waiting- Laenor told the boy.

-But it will come, I'm sure, if she would never forgive- replied hopefully Luke; the minutes passed and there was no trace of the princess, Laenor would drag Luke into the carriage until he heard a voice shouting:

- Wait, stop! -

Luke turned and saw his Eyra running towards him, followed by Viserion, and did not waste a second to catch up with her; they jumped into each other's arms, as if this were their last embrace, and nearly fell to the ground.

- I don't want you to leave, Luke. - asks the girl with tears in her eyes; Luke looks at her for a second, wipes the tears from her face, and answers:

- I don't want to leave either, Ra, but I promise you, I'll see you again, you can visit us whenever you're not comfortable here. Then we will communicate also through the crows, you will never be alone I promise you. -

- Promised? - asked Eyra

- Of course, promise pinky promise- retorted Luke and took her pinky to seal this promise;

- Come on, Luke, we must go - Rhaenyra urges him; before he could even get away, Eyra took his face in his hands and kissed his cheek, the poor boy stood there and watched the girl climb on his dragon and leave.

- Mom you better go and get Luke because I think he's not gonna move there, he's stuck and he's not gonna wash his face after this - joke Jace. Then all together they headed for Dragonstone.

Later that evening, when Eyra returned to the castle, her father met her:

- I mean, dad, I'm sorry I'm not here, but I needed to be alone- Eyra said in an apologetic tone.

- We'll talk about what you did tomorrow, my little dove, but now I have something important to tell you- said Viserys to the girl.

-Father what happened, is it scaring me, Nyra and the boys are okay? - Eyra asked worried.

- Yes, my sweet girl, they are well- continued Viserys.

-Then what happened- asked Eyra concerned, and Viserys said:

-Ser Harwin and his father dead in their home in Harrenhal- 

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