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The Matriarch of House Glaerys moved through the black halls of the Spire, clearly a woman on a mission. Servants tripped over themselves trying to get out of her way.

To Khaelor, the way his mother's nostrils flared when she was angry and the way she stormed through the halls like an enraged auroch was quite comical, not that he'd ever risk the clout on the head and the potential locking in a dark room for three days just to tell her so.

She had once done that to Jaehara, actually. His elder sister had once disagreed with his mother publicly, and had ended up being locked in a dark room in Glaermaen for three days by herself before she finally apologized to Laerys.

Some people said that other Valyrian Matriarchs were silk hiding steel, but Laerys Glaerys was just straight Valyrian Steel.

Of course, he saw that she was looking for him, probably to tell him a new potential match that could be made with a girl of some ancient, proud family, so, of course, he turned and ran the other way.

He ran to the Dragon Pit of the Spire to find Yvrax, covered in chains so that she wouldn't bolt and then eat somebody else's dragon. Not that Khaelor would have minded, that would have been good practice for her.

The Old Female Dragon perked up when she saw him coming towards her, figuring that it was time to fly. They had a special bond, those two, mostly because Yvrax wanted to kill just as much as Khaelor did.

He let the chains off of her slowly, so as to give her time to adjust to less and less weight, before the last one was off and she quickly drew herself to her full height and roared, shaking the whole room.

Another dragon roared back, Jessarion by the tone of her. Khaelor wouldn't mind having Yvrax eat that one, what with all the trouble she was.

Khaelor blew his dragonhorn to calm Yvrax down, forcing her out into the main hallway so that he could climb on. She allowed him on and the pair took off into the air, circling the Spire as they climbed ever higher and higher.

Jaehara, however, was not in the mood for flying. She rarely was these days, seeing as every time she went out, some other dragonrider tried to follow her.

It was getting fucking ridiculous.

"Can I just get married already?" She grumbled, to the cat that curled itself around her legs. A white, fluffy feline that her father had bought for her when he had turned down the last suitor, whom she had actually liked.

It was early in the day, and she had already had to reject some minor house nobleman who had seen her on the street, walking to buy new dresses with her maidservant and her cousin from House Belaerys.

She sat in her room for a minute, before letting the cat clamber off of her lap as she stood up, to go figure out something better to do than mope about about not having a husband yet. She was twenty-three! By this point, she could already have three kids and be a widow, and she hadn't done any of those things.

Well, get married and have kids, not be a widow. She didn't want to kill the husband that she didn't yet have.