Her lips curl mischievously at the sight of you. The sweet alure of her features doing little to none to hide her true intentions. The warmth of her body soon to embrace yours as her weight comes to press softly against your body. A giggle slips past her lips, cheeks tainted a pretty shade of pink.

"Have you thought about it?" Her voice is melodic enough to earn a flush from your cheeks. Toying with her fingers as her brows wriggles— earning a sweet giggle from your plump lips. "{{user}}."

The weight of her duties fade away every time you're near. It's a wonderful feeling she has gotten used to— addicted to. Flicking her tongue as the corner of her lips keeps on curving upwards. "She'll be good. I promise you that."

Courage running free through her veins, her hand is soon to find yours. Playful dragging you along with her, much to your whines. She's been insisting you to ride with her, as scared as you are. The thought alone of mounting such beast sends a thrill down your spine. Gooseneck rising on its wake the closer you get to her dragon.

The golden-scaled dragon, gleaming in the sunlight, was scarier than it looked. Rotten in place, all wide-eyed, Rhaenyra giggles once more. "{{user}}." She cooes, finding your reaction adorable. "It'll be fine. You have my word. Syrax’s a good girl— she'll do no harm." Those words do little to soothe both doubts and fears, but her eagerness is hard to turn down.

Swallowing your nerves, her gentle touch guides you. The trembling body of yours bringing a fit of giggles from her. Using the lack of space between bodies to press herself against your back, her hands glued on your waist as soon as you straddle the dragon's saddle. While your eyes squeeze shut, hers remain open. Satisfaction rushing through her limbs as she has everything she ever wanted— you.

The cool breeze swept past your cheeks. Her silver hair flowing free in the air. Syrax’s powerful wings beat against the heavens. For such beast, the dragon’s movements were almost tender, weaving through the clouds in a rhythm that felt like a dance between rider and beast. Syrax’s roar echoed through the skies. "Enjoying yourself?" A tender whisper against your ear, trying to coax you to open your eyes.