Chapter 10

Kaelarys stood on the grand balcony of his uncle's mansion, overlooking the courtyard below where servants were diligently packing his belongings into big chests. The time had come for him to depart, to return to the Capital where his family expected him. He has already been staying here much longer then he first intended to, and while he loved it in Elyria, he couldn't stay here forever.

Lysandra stood behind him, her arms sneaked around him to hold herself close to him. She was, beside a nearly see-through robe, naked and pressing her wonderful breasts against him. They had an amazing time together while he was here, and he would certainly miss these times. But hey, who was to say that they have to end? This may just be a small break. For how long nobody knew, but it doesn't matter.

Before departing, Lysandra was very eager to give Kaelarys a farewell gift, and who would deny a good shag before getting on a gigantic fire-breathing dragon? Afterward, he gifted her with a golden necklace and told her to press on it if she ever needed help. She was very confused when he told her that, but he didn't explain himself further than that.

In the past years, he had, of course, practiced his fire-bending abilities much further. As he noted, his raw power only increased the longer he lived. It probably would never come close to a dragon's fire, but it was good enough for a human, he dared say.

But this wasn't the only thing he had practiced. He hadn't wasted his years practicing bloodmagic with his aunt; he had even further improved it. He came to realize that he apparently not only had otherworldly fire magic but a natural affinity for all magic in general.

His fire magic came naturally to him and didn't need a starting point. The exact opposite was true of his bloodmagic. He had never been able to use bloodmagic before, but the moment he first started learning it, it was like he had unlocked a new skill tree, to better explain it.

He learned runes at a pace that was simply unnatural and could practically feel what he had to do to succeed in whatever plan he had in mind. It was like the world was whispering to him the path to his success. This much would have been explainable, but what wasn't was that nobody else could create the same wonders he could. Some things he enchanted were practically not possible for other people. He tested it.

But it wasn't like he could just think of immortality, and he would know how to get it. This was nonsense, but he could think, for example, of simple receipts like healing potions that would enchant the natural human metabolism. There was no need to endlessly research and experiment. He just knew how. Even if it wasn't always easy to get the materials needed for certain things. It was unexpected, but one didn't look a gifted horse in the mouth.

With his recent, ever-growing blood magic, he managed to create a set of necklaces that were connected to his original one. His would blink blue when one of the wearers was in danger and show him what was happening, like a vision. It was nothing special and similar ones, but not as complex as his have been created before. But he was proud of himself and what he had created.

It involved, as does all bloodmagic, sacrifices to work. He wasn't needlessly cruel and used prisoners that have committed grave crimes like rape or murder. Not that he would hesitate to use innocent ones, but he would refrain from it for as long as he could. He was a hypocrite sometimes, and he knew it, but this was just how the world works. Nothing new.

"I don't want you to leave," Lysandra said softly, her head pressed against his back, as he was quite a bit taller.

Kaelarys turned around to take her into his arms. She instantly snuggled into his warm chest, just like a cat. He chuckled at that. First his dragon, and now her. Why do all people act like cats around me?

"I have to, my love. But don't worry, you can always visit me. It's your home as well, if you forgot it. You are a Baelaeron, just like me. Even if I am better looking," he finished with a smug grin, which earned him a playful fist against his shoulder.

"You're impossible," Lysandra muttered, though she couldn't hide her smile.

They shared one last, tender, but equally passionate kiss, before he had to depart.

As they slowly pulled away, Kaelarys rested his forehead against hers. "I'll be back before you know it," he whispered.

"You'd better," she replied softly, her eyes near tears." I'll be waiting."

With a final squeeze of her hand, Kaelarys reluctantly stepped away and made his way down to the courtyard. As he descended the grand staircase, he glanced back up at the balcony, where Lysandra stood, watching him.

The courtyard was bustling with activity as servants loaded the last of his belongings onto the carriage. This carriage would transport his possessions to a family ship, which would then carry them back to the capital.

He had already said his goodbyes to his Uncle, wife, and Lysandra's sister, so he was free to go. His temporary goodbye was the last point on his list to do before he went.

A separate carriage, reserved for Kaelarys, stood ready to take him to a specially constructed dragon pit. This vast Pit was designed to accommodate dragons of all sizes, providing enough space for them to land and rest.

The journey to the dragon pit was brief but enjoyable as he got one last but a good look at the city before his departure.

Upon arrival, Kaelarys stepped out and marveled at the sheer scale of the pit. The walls were reinforced with dark, enchanted stone, capable of withstanding the might of even the largest dragons.

Kaelarys walked to the center of the pit, his eyes scanning the sky for any sign of Ancalagon. He didn't have to wait long. With a powerful roar that echoed through the city, Ancalagon appeared on the horizon, his immense form cutting through the clouds.

As the dragon descended, Kaelarys couldn't help but admire how much Ancalagon had grown. At sixty meters long, Ancalagon's massive wings spanned an impressive 150 meters, casting a shadow over the entire pit. The dragon's scales gleamed like polished obsidian.

Ancalagon landed with a ground-shaking thud, his wings folding gracefully against his sides.

"It seems my taxi has arrived," He told himself and walked towards Ancalagon.

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The last few months have been hard on Seraphine. Ever since she could remember, she and Kaelarys had done everything together, from learning to read to fighting with swords. Unlike many other ladies, she loved fighting with swords. It was one of the many things that she loved doing because she could do it with her brother. In her many lessons, she heard that in many other distant lands, like Westeros, women weren't allowed to fight. 

She shivered slightly when she imagined being born in such a place. Where else but such savage lands could she expect such stupid customs. She was a Dragon, and nobody could order a Dragon around! She held her head high at that thought.

But the past few months were the worst she had ever lived through. With her brother away, it felt like a part of her was missing. At that moment, she knew she could never be away from him. At first, it was only supposed to be for a few days, one or two weeks at most, but it ended up being months. When she tried to fly to him in the middle of the night, she was stopped and wasn't allowed to ride her dragon since then. They were concerned that she would fly to Kaelarys the moment she was on her beautiful Ruby. They were right in that regard, not that she would admit it.

She was in one of the many rooms her home had. It was a spacious chamber decorated with the finest furniture gold could buy. She was there with a few ladies from different noble families whose company she genuinely enjoyed.

Daenys Vaemion from House Vaemion, Rhaelys Zyraelor from House Zyraelor, and Nyra Nyraemys from House Nyraemys. They were fifteen, twelve, and eleven, respectively. Daenys was quite a bit older than she or the other girls, but she fit in perfectly in their little group. She was like the older sister she never had.

"I can't believe how beautiful the ballroom looked," Rhaelys exclaimed dreamily while clutching her red cheeks. "And did you see Lady Rhaenys's gown? It looked as if it was covered in diamonds. I can't wait for my wedding if I look anything like her!"

Nyra giggled, nodding in agreement. "Me too. Though I must admit, with my intended, my parents have gotten me, I wouldn't mind waiting till the afterlife to marry him. He isn't my type at all. He is too bookish. He is nice, though, but that's about it. I can't imagine living with him." She ended with a snarl.

Daenys smiled at that, then smirked at Seraphine." Hmm, if I remember, Seraphine here has a brother who seems just like your type. Maybe you can try your luck there".

"No," Seraphine practically yelled at them, making them all break out in laughter. She flushed in embarrassment. They all know that she was madly in love with her brother, and not so seldom made a joke out of it.

Just as she was about to explain herself, they all heard an incredibly loud roar from outside. This is nothing new if you live in Valyria, but Seraphine could recognize that roar from anywhere. 

Her brother was back.

Finally!!!!!

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Jasonenrick