We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

Vermithor carefully completed the final touches of the main tower, flying around it once before feeling satisfied and descending into the dragon's den he had created. Unlike the castle that required meticulous construction, this lair was simple—just a place to reside as soon as it was formed.

Draezell looked around at the dragon's Nest, pleased with what he saw. It was spacious and filled with intense, scorching magical elements. More importantly, it was directly connected to the sluggish magical elements deep within the Red Mountain range. If he had to compare it, this place was like a naturally-formed active volcano—though it didn't have an abundance of magical energy, the stability and constant flow made up for it.

In any case, Silverwing had already set up a nest for himself and Vermithor deep within the den, and even built a small one for Draezell. If the remaining four dragon eggs weren't still hard as stones, Draezell suspected Silverwing might have even tried to communicate with Valar to ask for the dragon eggs, though there was no evidence proving Silverwing's gender or whether dragons had a habit of incubating offspring.

"Brother, I heard there are quite a few nobles from the frontier and Stormlands camped here, eating and drinking for free. Shouldn't we do something about that?"

"As long as they don't commit any crimes, there's no need to worry about them." Draezell took the tools from the guards stationed at the dragon's den and began cleaning Vermithor's scales.

These guards, unlike the Targaryen mens, were generations of loyal servants to the Vaelarys and had been taking blood magic-infused potions for years since Draezell's birth. Their loyalty and combat prowess were guaranteed, and the dragons raised by the Vaelarys would ignore them. Their homes were set up deep within the dragon's nest, connected to the castle. Simple stone houses had already been erected.

Vermithor let out a contented low growl, lowering his head further to help Draezell reach more areas. He was simply too large, and without assistance, Draezell could barely clean the scales.

Valar was also cleaning Silverwing's scales. He didn't fully understand the intricacies of these matters, but he knew it was always right to follow his more experienced older brother.

"Anyway, they won't have access to our core. Valar, pass me the tongs."

Valar threw the tongs to Draezell, who skillfully used them to remove a stone lodged in Vermithor's scales.

"I understand," Valar sighed. "It's a pity that Rey took my bed. "Brother, do you think there's space for one more person in your room, or could Lord Edric add another bed?" The young man blushed, covering his face. "Or, brother, can you have Kungor patrol near my room at night? I don't want anyone else in my bed while I'm sleeping."

"I'll talk to Lord Edric about it," Draezell chuckled helplessly. "As a dragonrider, you have to get used to this. It's best to check your door and under the bed a few more times." He was well aware of the maidservants' intentions. "The family's bloodline is precious, and the gods have already made their bet on it. We must be cautious."

Sighing, Valar climbed off Silverwing's back. The dragon, seemingly understanding, turned its head and gently nudged Valar's upper body.

"Brother, look, Silverwing is much more considerate than those girls."

Draezell smiled wryly and shook his head. Such things would only increase in the future. Even with their own castle, they couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't visit other castles or King's Landing. However, once Dragon's Nest Castle was completed, things would be much better.

"Hang in there. In three months at most, the main structure of the Dragon's Nest will be finished." Draezell rubbed Vermithor's huge scales vigorously. "By then, things will improve significantly. In the meantime, I'll have the Faceless Men keep an eye on your room, if the Lord refuses to add another bed to mine."

Valar's worried face instantly lit up with a smile.

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South of the Red Mountain Range.

Dorne, Wyl City.

This ancient castle, located by the shores of the Dornish Sea, had been captured multiple times throughout history by the rebellious armies of the frontier. It had also been repeatedly scorched by the Conqueror's dragons. However, it was more famous for its armies, which had been sent out from here to ravage the frontier, bringing back vast amounts of wealth and prisoners.

Ullen Wyl, the Lord of Wyl, stood with a grim expression, staring at several charred corpses, and of course, at the ruins of the harbor. The Vaelarys fleet had thrown large amounts of flammable material onto the shore. If Wyl City hadn't been located some distance from the coast, the boulders from the trebuchets might have even collapsed the city walls.

"Ha, two giant dragons, huh?" Ullen let out a deep sigh as he looked at his knightly vassals.

"Yes, my lord, those two dragons were from King Jaehaerys I and the Good Queen Alyssanne," the knight replied with a hint of fear in his voice. The Dornish people had respect for Jaehaerys and Alyssanne, given that under the reign of this wise king, the Seven Kingdoms had enjoyed peace and prosperity, with Dorne benefiting from the dividends of that peace.

"This is a bit troublesome. Has there been a response to the letter to Prince Qoren Martell?"

The Maester shook his head. "There has been no reply from His Highness the Prince yet," he said. "According to His Highness's usual habits, he will most likely suggest that you apologize to those two dragon riders."

"They killed over a thousand of us," Ullen growled, clutching the scholar's neck chain. "Now, immediately, send a letter to Sunspear urging the Prince to send troops to protect us if he doesn't want to see another Dornish war. Also, send a letter to the bastard in the Red Mountains, tell him that House Wyl is willing to support his cause, as long as he continues to harass the Eastern Borderlands."

"Yes, yes, my lord, please calm down," the Maester stammered, fumbling to adjust his neck chain to avoid being strangled. "My lord, should I write letters to any other lords?"

"Send a letter to the Uller's, tell them there's something interesting up North. Write to the Ghost hill(House Toland) and tell them if they don't want to face dragon rider retribution, they should reply quickly."

Ullen suddenly seemed to have bitten something foul, and he struggled to choke out the remaining words between gritted teeth.

"Send a letter to Yronwood, tell Lord Yronwood that I am willing to apologize for my previous offense, and that, considering we once fought side by side, I'm offering him a hand."

"No," Ullen shook his head suddenly. "Prepare the horses, I'm going to Sunspear myself. The castle can be abandoned at any time. The tunnels are ready, right?"

"Don't worry, my lord, everything is prepared," the Maester nodded.

"Good, don't resist when you see the dragons, just use the tunnels to leave," Ullen gritted his teeth. "I'll make those silver-haired bastards pay sooner or later."

He hurriedly ran down the castle walls, leaving the scholar shaking his head and the silent knight behind him.

"Prepare the tunnels," the knight sighed.

"It's not the first time, perhaps we can trick the Dragon King once more."

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