Summary:

      Kelnaerys spends time with her dragon while she waits for her mother to arrange a meeting with the Starks.
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      "Do you think me ready to be married?" Kelnaerys sighed, cleaning her sword. She sat in the Dragonpit, voice aimed at her dragon, who rested comfortably in his chamber. It had been a few days since Kelnaerys and her mother spoke of her potential betrothal. This day in particular was a rather hot day in the capital. She had just come from swordsmanship practice with Grey Worm and the heat made the dark grey of Kel's training tunic seem smoldering. Sweat beaded off her brow, each scale sewn into the fabric made it feel pounds heavier than it was.

      "Yraexes!" The princess huffed when the white beast only stared in her direction. The dragon always looked as if he had something to say, but couldn't. "I suppose it's no matter to you. You're a dragon." Kel reasoned with a swipe of a rag on her blade. Yraexes heaved himself to his feet, quicker than any large being should, and placed himself directly in front of his princess. Blood red eyes gazed intently into violet-blue. Kelnaerys was in awe of his magnificence every time she set eyes on him.

      "I always told mother you were the prettiest dragon." Kelnaerys said to him, reaching a pale hand out to touch his snout. He shut his eyes momentarily and whistled at her contact.

      Yraexes was born a year after Daenerys conquered King's Landing, birthed from a clutch of four eggs laid by the Queen's dragon, Drogon. The event was quite a shock and Daenerys had every maester available working to find the proper way to care for dragon eggs. Yraexes was the biggest of his clutch, even as a mere egg. The scaly patterned shell had been, from top to bottom, a black-red-pink-white gradient. Soon after her daughter was born, the Queen placed his egg in Kelnaerys' cradle. Out he popped, the only albino dragon ever to be in existence.

      The white of his body scales were so bright they sometimes seemed translucent in the sun. The fins along his head and tail were a deep red with black-tipped spines like needles. Scarlet red was the membrane of his wings, which turned paler in shade toward bottom. Yraexes' eyes bore tensely into the soul. They were the color of blood with streaks of pink and baby blue in between. The horns that adorned his head like a crown were curved and shined with an ivory gleam. He was a large, strongly built dragon that was surprisingly agile for his size. Only Drogon was larger, but Yraexes could easily out maneuver him in the air.

      Though the albino creature, nicknamed by the public as "The Great White", was the most interesting of his clutch; he was not alone. Yraexes had three siblings that had been named by the Queen.

Balenar was a metallic, bronze dragon that had orange eyes with sandy colored fins and wings. He was named for Ser Bastian Selmy: the man who crossed the Narrow Sea in order to pledge his service to the true queen of Westeros. With scales the same colors as the House Selmy sigil, Balenar could honor Ser Bastian's final oath by protecting House Targaryen for eternity.

Jorahnyx, the great pale-green dragon with fins and wings the color of an evergreen forest, was named for Ser Jorah Mormont: Daenerys' most trusted advisor and protector till his very last breath. His eyes were a vibrant yellow, soft and wispy like the Great Grass Sea, and Daenerys had noticed he looked at her with the same courage Jorah had.

The most stunning of them all was Misseleys, a beautiful turquoise she-dragon with fins and wings the color of the setting sun. She was named for Missandei, Daenerys' dearest friend who died never giving up hope in her Queen. 'Dracarys', Missandei had said with her final words. Misseleys had reminded Daenerys of Essos, the lightness of her scales like clear island water and the red-orange of her cervical fins like the last lick of sunlight before disappearing beyond the island of Naath. The Queen hoped Misseleys could give Missandei the true wings of freedom she'd always deserved.

Yraexes was the last to be named. In truth, his name held no alternative significance, yet, this was intentional. Because he was to be Kelnaerys' dragon, Daenerys wanted him to be entirely unique. Just like her.

      The princess rose from where she sat on a padded bench to run her hand down the length of the great dragon's scaly neck. Her fingers brushed over the hard protrusions, spines creating a comfortable pain in her palm. Kel wondered what the smoothness of a woman's body would feel like compared to the strong scales of a dragon.

      "What shall we do now?" Kelnaerys asked her him. Yraexes moved his head towards the door. "Hmmm, some time in the air might be beneficial." Kel thought. The dragon heard her, as he always did, and beat his giant wings in a surge upwards to exit through the open roof of the Dragonpit. "Well I guess I'll meet you outside then." She smiled, thinking of how much she loved her dragon.

      Kelnaerys trekked across the great hall of the Dragonpit. When her mother had it rebuilt she wanted to accommodate for Drogon's future increase in size, but the Queen hadn't anticipated the need to house four more large dragons. Halfway through the renovation, building had to be stopped for a time while contractors made adjustments. Now the place was marvelous, even greater than it was when it was first built. The center hall was made from concrete, spanning a staggering length of four hundred feet that led into the individual dragon chambers. Daenerys even rose two immense statues made from colored marble to resemble and honor her fallen dragons, Viserion and Rhaegal.

      Many changes were made, however. The room was still topped by a giant dome, but the roof was refurbished with mechanisms in order to open it. The five dragons the Dragonpit housed were never chained and were free to roam the area as they pleased. Thankfully, they usually stayed out of trouble.

      On her way out of the building, Kel passed the chamber where Misseleys often decided to sleep in. Sure enough, the turquoise she-dragon was throughly snuggled in there. The princess wished she had been able to meet the people her mother's dragons were named for. She supposed their dragon's were as close to knowing them as she would get. Balenar was often the most daring and clumsy of the four, yet, he was smaller than both Yraexes and Jorahnyx, but bigger than Misseleys. Jorahnyx tended to keep to himself mostly while Misseleys was always ready to be doted over.

      "Yraexes?" Kelnaerys shouted into the air. Overhead, a booming roar filled the area and Yraexes appeared like a ghost from the sky. It was amazing how each of the dragon's all sounded different. He landed beside his girl, craning his neck to look at her. "I had wondered where you flew off to. You know it takes me much longer to leave the Dragonpit than you, you know." She grinned and Yraexes made a sound similar to purring. He dipped his shoulder to her so she could climb onto his back and Kel could feel the warmth of his neck, the strength of his chest rising and falling with every breath. Dragonlords before Kelnaerys and her mother had always used saddles, but the Queen never had any more made. Daenerys had said she felt they seemed to artificial.

      "Valahd." Kel commanded. Into the air the pair flew, launching off the side of the cliff as it cracked under dragon's weight. They dove towards the ocean, Yraexes spreading his wings just in time to level out before reaching the water, causing them to soar upwards with great speed. The dragon accelerated faster with every flap of his massive wings.

      The Red Keep looked small from up there, the peaks and towers mimicking the twigs and branches of a small tree. Even from so far in the sky, Kelnaerys recognized the familiar silver platinum on largest balcony.

      "Yraexes, the balcony." She instructed and the white creature roared in confirmation. He came to idle in the air at the same level as the balcony on which Queen Daenerys stood.

      "My love, I have good news for you!" Daenerys yelled, straining her voice over the deafening beat of Yraexes' wings.

      "What is it mother?" Her daughter shouted back.

      "The Starks have agreed to host a meeting with us! In Winterfell!" The Queen hollered. "Come, we must prepare!" Yraexes perched onto the side of the tower, claws holding firm into the brick of the castle. He climbed far enough upwards that Kel could jump from his back onto the terrace to join the Queen.

      "Kelnaerys! The moment you start leaping from dragonback like that again will be the moment I start to have heart palpitations." Her mother warned.

      "You worry too much mother, Yraexes would never put me in a position to be harmed." Kelnaerys soothed. Daenerys placed a hand to her chest, her face turning as white as her gown in temporary distress. The princess, who paid no mind to her mother, turned to her dragon and waved a command with her hands. Seconds after, the beast sprung from the castle, shaking the entire keep as Kelnaerys and the Queen watched him disappear beyond the cliffs.

      "He respects you so much." Daenerys commented, regaining some of her queenly composure.

      "My dragon means the world to me mother." Kel said calmly, staring out over the sea. "But we should discuss other endeavors." The princess turned to face Daenerys.

      "Always so hyper focused you are. Very well, yes, let's discuss our trip to Winterfell." Daenerys agreed.

      "Will we bring the dragons?" Kel asked, taking a seat by the small table in her mother's chambers. Daenerys sat across from her.

      "Yes. You and I will travel by dragon back with Drogon and Yraexes. A caravan from King's Landing will leave two days ahead of us. Considering the winds are gentle, we should arrive at Winterfell the same day as them." The Queen explained. Kelnaerys leaned back into her chair and brought her hand to rub her chin in thought. New found nervousness at the potential meeting had her starting to feel a bit weak. Suddenly, a new worry found its way into her thoughts.

      "That's all well and good. But what shall I wear?" The princess asked with all the seriousness in the world. Daenerys couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.
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                            Author's Note:

      I hope everyone enjoyed the second chapter! I do apologize for the long history descriptions, but I felt it was necessary for everyone to understand! The plot will start picking up within the next chapter. Thus, all the gayness shall commence!

Also, I LOVED coming up with the names and colors of the dragons. Knowing Daenerys, I felt as though if she ever were to have more dragons she'd name them after the people she'd lost like she did with Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. I actually edited photos to match the descriptions of Yraexes and his siblings. The cover art for this chapter is a picture of Drogon I edited to match the colors of Yraexes. Perhaps in time I will share the rest of them if everyone shows enough interest! As always, a big thanks to you my readers and stay tuned!

-S.W.