The King held a funeral for his sisters at Dragonstone. It wasn't a grand funeral and only a few were in attendance. It was a grim and brief occasion where King Aegon scattered Rhaenys' ashes into the sea and Lillian could only watch him mourn his loss. Since they couldn't find Visenya's body in the ruins of the Red Keep, there was no ashes for the King to honor unfortunately.

After the funeral, Lillian allows the King to mourn for his fallen sisters while she explores the castle. To her joy, she soon discovers that there are more dragons in Dragonstone than she expect. More than a dozen dragons of different sizes, color and age.

So the moment she steps into their resting place, she is immediately greeted with excitement. The dragons beat their mighty wings so vigorously that Lillian nearly topples over by the gust of wind.

It seems Vhagar has already informed the others that she can speak to them because the instant Lillian meets the eye of a bronze dragon, it begins to speak to her at once.

You must be the Dragon speaker that Vhagar spoke of. The bronze dragon says to her as Lillian gaze into its golden eyes.

Lillian has discovered that she can establish a mental link with a dragon by making eye contact with it. She has done so to both Meraxes and Vhagar, who has gotten use to speaking to her in her mind.

Yes, I am. Lillian replies. And you are?

I am called Vermithor. The dragon informs her.

It's nice to meet you Vermithor. She says to him. May I ask you who your rider is?

No one has truly claim me yet. Vermithor tells her. But King Aegon has name me his second dragon if Balerion falls.

Oh, I see... comes her contemplative response.

Perhaps that's another reason the King wants to return here to Dragonstone. She thinks. To lay claim on Vermithor as his next dragon and Vermithor seems to be the same size as Balerion...

Lillian's thoughts are interrupted when she feels a nudge on her back. She turns around and immediately looks into the purple eyes of a silver dragon.

Just as Lady Visenya has claim me her second dragon if Vhagar falls, says the silver dragon.

And what's your name? Lillian asks.

My name is Silverwing. The dragon tells her.

Silverwing, may I ask how come there are many of you here in Dragonstone? Lillian inquires.

We are many here in Dragonstone because we were hatched by threes many years ago. After the Doom of Valyria, the first Targaryens have brought with them a dozen eggs and have waited for the eggs to hatch. I was hatch the same time as Quicksilver and Meraxes, while Vermithor is hatched before us, alongside Balerion and Vhagar all those years ago. Meanwhile, the rest of the dragons, like Sundancer, Dreamfyre and Moonsinger are hatched a few years after. Silverwing informs her.

How many are you in total then? is Lillian's curious query.

There are more than a dozen now. Perhaps fourteen of us, including the hatchling that are recently hatched. The silver dragon tells her.

So many...but no one has claimed some of you yet? She says.

Apart from King Aegon and his sisters claiming Balerion, Meraxes and Vhagar, there are no other dragon riders who have approach us with the intent to claim us. However, now that you are here, and with your magic, perhaps you may be able to establish a link with all of us and claim us all. We can fly alongside you and Vhagar if you so wish.

Is it even possible for a dragon rider to claim more than one dragon? She inquires.

For someone like you, yes it is possible. Most of all, I ask this of you because once you claim us, or establish a mental link with us, your magic will become beneficial to us, as you will come to benefit from us. Being connected to your magic will make us stronger, our fire more hotter than ever, and our flight swifter. Your magic will enhanced our strength and eliminate all our weakness. Moreover, you will need us to help you hunt the woman who killed Balerion. So I ask you to claim all of us so that we may help you eliminate your enemies.

Lillian considered the dragon's proposal for a moment before she finally responded.

Before I lay claim on any of you, I will have to ask the King's permission first. After all, all of you technically belong to him and the Targaryen line. She says to Silverwing.

If that is your wish, then you may ask the King first. Just inform him that most of us - the dragons here in Dragonstone - wants to be claim by a person with magic in their blood. We want to be claim by you.

Alright. I will tell the King that as well. Let us hope that he agrees to it...

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"If this is for our benefit, then I have no objection to you claiming most of the dragons here in Dragonstone." King Aegon says to her without hesitation. "In fact, we might need the dragons now more than ever, especially when I have heard news of a rebellion in my Kingdom."

"Rebellion? There's a rebellion in your Kingdom?" Lillian asks.

"Yes, there is. News of Balerion's death, the burning of the Red Keep, as well as my sisters and brother's death have reach the other Kingdoms. In the Stormlands, I hear news of my half-brother's - Ory's wife - Argella Durrandon rebelling and has begin calling herself as the Storm Queen. Meanwhile, somewhere in the Reach and in the North, I hear whispers of unrest. Now with my sisters dead, there's no other way to control the dragons and keep the people in line. However, if you forge a mental link to all the dragons, then you may be able to help me keep the peace within my Kingdoms. I need you with me, my lady. I need you to save the Seven Kingdoms this time from falling into chaos."

"But what about Bellatrix Lestrange? Aren't we going to look for her?" She says, frowning.

"Yes, we shall look for her and I have already sent my men in search for her as we speak. However, I just can't very well neglect the running of my Kingdom in this dire time. So I ask that you help me stop this rebellion in the Stormlands, for I know that it will be swifter if we do this together, especially when you will have more than a dozen dragons at your command soon. And once we have stopped the rebellion, we can begin our search for the dark witch."

"If I may ask, how do you mean to end this rebellion in the Stormlands, your grace?" she inquires.

"As much as I can, I want to end it peacefully. However, if Argella Durrandon doesn't pledge fealty to us once more, then I fear that I must do the unthinkable."

Lillian is silent afterwards before she reluctantly responds, "If that is what you wish, then I will help you in this, your grace."

"Thank you, my lady." King Aegon replies, sounding relieve that she is agreeing to him. "Henceforth, we will fly first thing on the morrow to the Stormlands. In the meantime, you must forge a connection with the rest of the Dragons and tell them what we plan to do tomorrow. Because I intend to show our might to the Stormlanders, and to all the Seven Kingdoms, that we have more than seven full-grown dragons at our command now."

"Then, I will do this task that you have set for me tonight, your grace." she replies, still wondering if she is doing the right thing by accepting the King's wishes.

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After she is done speaking to the King, Lillian Potter does what King Aegon wants her to do that night and forge a mental link with the rest of the dragons at Dragonstone.

The next day, with King Aegon riding Vermithor and Lillian riding Vhagar, there are more than seven dragons that take flight that very morning. Their huge shadows falling unto Cities and small villages alike that people are either afraid or in awe at the terrifying, but magnificent sight.

Lillian loves flying on top of Vhagar and seeing the lands of this world. But she is a bit apprehensive about squashing the rebellion in the Stormlands. She hopes that everything will go according to plan. She hopes that the sight of the dragons will be enough to convince the Stormlanders to lay down their weapons and pledge their allegiance to the King once more.

However, if things doesn't go as plan, Lillian Potter can only hope that she won't end up frying anyone alive with her dragons.