What was Life like as a Valyrian Dragon Rider? Pre Doom of Valyria

Watch more Tales from before the Doom of Valyria here:    • Series: Pre Doom of Valyria Fanfiction Lore   What was Life like as a Valyrian Dragon Rider? Pre Doom of Valyria You weren’t promised a hatchling. Your house is one of the Forty Families, but your vault is quiet—no egg warm on pumice, no ancient bond to inherit. When the Archons announced the Unbound Cohort, a volunteer slate for dragonseed trainees from houses without dragon resources, you signed your name on an obsidian tablet and pressed your blood to the seal. Master Aerion Sarmion addressed the assembly at dawn, his voice carrying over the black-glass yard. Aerion: “Understand what you’re asking for. This is taming, not cradle-bonding. You will master a free dragon—or a jar will bring you home. I would rather you walked home.” You looked at the sea of faces—silver hair, sharp eyes, the stamp of Valyria on cheekbones and temper. Every one of you had dragon blood; none of you had a cradle egg. Politics, bad timing, thin fortunes—whatever the reason, your houses had empty perches. The Cohort exists to keep the Freehold’s wings broad and its tournament benches full: each family may send one rider to the annual Convocation, if they have one to send. Representation isn’t forced, but power loves a full seat. #houseofthedragon #gameofthrones #valyria