And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

The Road:

-[X]Train a Skill: Dragon Riding Rolled: D100 + 20 => 114

The Grey Ghost was not deterred by the Rogue prince's glare as he looked at the Dragon closely. He was clearly looking for anything that you could use to not only stay on but also to remain safely on. "We don't have enough chains to use as reins, and we haven't the coin to purchase more." He muttered to himself, as he quietly looked at the dragon. "You are a wily bastard aren't you, but you won't harm him."

The Grey Ghost blew a puff of smoke in the air, but made no roar, and did not threaten to eat Daemon. He had had his fill of river fish the night before, and the dragon was content with not eating especially since he was more curious than anything else.

There was also the fact The Blood Wyrm was nearby, and he was not shy in his protective nature.

Daemon then looked at you. "Well, it looks like you're going to have to ride the old-fashioned way. Barebacked and having to feel the Dragon to control it?" He smiled as if he had done it before. "Lots of fun, and perfect for when you are ambushed and need to escape and have no time to saddle up."

"Feel?" You singed, and it took a moment for the prince to realize what you meant. He may have been impatient

"Yes. You have to use the scales and the hands you have, shifting your weight one way or another. It's dangerous, but it is very vital in building trust. If you can ride him bareback, you can ride him anywhere."

He then pointed to the Grey Ghost. "Now, mount up."

You quietly walked towards the dragon, who was looking… well not at you, but at the other dragon. There was no malice, you think between the dragons. There was just staring, a bond of some sort that you could not understand.

But as you clambered up the dragon, the Grey Ghost did nothing to help you, as he had previously. As if he was wishing for you to do it yourself. And after a moment, you did, mounting up to a spot behind his neck, and right before his winds. It was as if there was a natural spot for a saddle, but you were riding bareback.

The Grey Ghost then began to flap his wings and you began to rise off the ground, gripping the scales as hard as you could, remaining straight on. Then the Blood Wrym rose, much faster and much more powerful beats of his wings. Experience and talent are on display.

Daemon had full trust, a saddle, and experience.

You had none of those things. "Trust him!" Daemon shouted as the Blood Wyrm roared.

You were petrified… Yet, in a blink and in a moment, you had courage. You held on and finally screamed in the tongue of the Dragons. "<FLY>!"

And the Ghost did. Following the Blood Wyrm.

And the Dragon, Grey Ghost, Roared for the first time in his life with his master's energy.

Reward: Dragon Riding Rank (Trained): You are a Dragonridder, someone who controls, and has bonded to, a Dragon, and rides them, for pleasure and for battle. (+10 to all dragon riding rolls.)

The Grey Ghost can be ridden by you without any hesitation, though with others it is wary.

You have begun the road to recovering your voice.
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-[X]Learn a skill: Horseback Riding Rolled:D100 => 64+30=94

Daemon was amused. But he was happy that you actually rode a horse well enough.

Reward: Horseback riding (Trained): You ride the horse like a boy who has never ridden before. (no bonus to all rolls regarding horseback riding. Can teach your lessers how to ride a horse)

-[X]Learn a skill: personal combat (sword) Rolled:D100 + 30 => 119

Daemon was a harsh and difficult taskmaster. But with a wooden practice sword, he drilled the fundamentals for swordplay and shieldwork.

And he saw you took to it well. And he went harder. And you met those challenges well.

He was impressed.

Reward: Sword and shield (Trained): You are trained in knightly combat, with a sword and shield. You are among the best squires in the realm, even at your age. (+10 when using a sword and shield.)


-[X]Teach Daemon Sign: You want to be able to communicate with the Prince, and the best way he can do that is if he learns how to sign like you. Rolled: D100 => 97

You were eating on the road when Daemon finally came to you, resting by the fire. What you had was some day-old bread he had bought from a farmer, and showed generosity by not only leaving a silver stag but also not threatening the man when he demanded that the prince pray to the seven.

Daemon watched as you sign, trying to apologize for your master's actions, instead, getting met by scorns and insults.

He finally spoke. "Lucien" He seemed to be quiet, before giving him attention. "I need your help with something."

You nodded. Standing and putting down the bread into a bag. "Not that kind." He stated.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "I want to learn how to understand you, and to communicate with you."

At those words, your smile rose and you immediately put out your hands. Daemon was confused. "What are you doing?"

That made you grab his hands, and hold them out in the same way you did. "Alright, what is it?"

You then made the letter A with your fingers. "Letters?" He asked.

You nodded and repeated it. "I see."

It took over a month, but he could sign competently. Enough to where he could actually spend a day communicating with you.

Reward: You teach Daemon High Valyrian and Westerosi Common Sign.

The Bond between you and Daemon grows with the efforts.

Daemon is now far more patient with you, despite his wish to hear you talk.
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-[X]The Rogue Prince, and His Squire: Daemon has set you down and wishes to ask you a simple question. What is it you want? Rolled:D100 => 84

It was a quiet night and you slept under the hedges, on bags and rolls. Daemon was the one who asked. "What is it you want?" He asked.

"You first?" You signed.

Daemon smirked. "Little shit, I'm your master, you have to answer me first."

You folded your arms and smiled before he looked away. "Little shit." He swore. "Fine, I'll tell you."

He paused and looked up into the sky, watching Grey Ghost and the Blood Wyrm fly above, circling, and assisting each other to find the game in the forest. Though The Ghost wanted to hunt in the rivers… and the Blood Wrym didn't. It amazed you that such a dragon could taste in fish as much as yours did, but it was not the strangest thing at all. You had, after all, seen how people eat.

Daemon finally spoke and the voice was quiet, almost a whisper in your ear. "I want to be recognized by my family. I want to be trusted by them, to be given their love. To not be seen as a second son who does not matter. My father was never really around for me, he always focused on Viserys or his brothers, always forgetting about little Daemon, foisting me off with nannies and men at arms and people who were not my family. No one will think of the little fierce one because he was not the eldest, bravest, or strongest. So I took to sword, shield, and lance, to combat, and I became two of the things they desired, but never the first. But no one wanted that in a prince, especially a second son like me. They wanted political animals, men who would enjoy a time of peace and prosperity, to play their game of thrones. They want a man who would obey his father, and Grandfather without question, do his duty… and do nothing more." He looked at you, violet eyes seeming black in the darkness. "That sounded more like a slave's life than that of a Prince, don't you agree?"

"I decided to be Rogue because if I did anything else, they would just ignore me more. Leaving me alone, and be forgotten." He sighed. "Viserys, my brother understood, that was why he was there for me. And we loved each other. We have and always will." Tears were rolling down his face. "Sending me away to the Vale was the worst thing Jaheryes ever did to me because I wasn't with my brother. That's why I hate my wife, my adopted home and title, and try to be as far away from her as possible."

"He needs me. He may not realize it, but my brother needs me because he might have to inherit a responsibility he will not be ready for. And if traveling with you allows him to realize that, to get the trust of everyone else so that when the time comes, I will be there for him… then so be it."

"What do you think of me?" You signed.

"You're a little shit that's what you are, but a talented one, and one my Grandfather seems to want to keep around." He gripped, but clearly he was hiding his true feelings. A smile rose on his face. "Alright, it's your turn, talk… or sign, whatever the hell it is. "What is it you want?"

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AN: Enjoy.