Balerion stared wistfully into the sky, his wings drooped to his side. He had been sitting on this rock for almost an hour now, his mind lost in thoughts. It was easier to watch the stars than to think about how she made his heart flutter. The thought brought him back to reality, his wings twitching slightly. There had to be a way to make her love him, right? He sighed, thinking of her glorious white fur. Cersei was everything Balerion had ever dreamed about, but she had eyes for no other wyrm. All she cared for was her brother, and that relationship was questionable at best. She spent all her time with him and the two of them would ward off any advances of other male wyrms. It seemed all they cared for was each other. Balerion had heard of the special bond of twins but... these two seemed different.
With a sigh, he squiggled off his rock and began to move across the grass. Maybe he could find a way to make her love him. She hadn't had eggs of her own, wouldn't she want eggs? Maybe she would want them to look like her brother, since she loved them so much. They would look like her then though too. He gulped, his mind full of thoughts, when a shadow crossed above him.
The smaller wyrm blinked and looked up, but the creature had disappeared. Balerion blinked, finally seeing blue eyes peering at him from high up in the branches. White teeth shone out in a tooth grin. Natural curiosity brought him closer, and the larger wyrm clicked his tongue.
"You look puzzled, little wyrm, come, tell Crowley your troubles," he said from above. Balerion blinked again - he had heard of Crowley, and how he would sometimes grant the wishes of wyrms around him. Suddenly his heart swelled and he found himself flapping his tattered wings up to where the other wyrm sat. He settled on the branch Crowley was on, looking up at him.
"Well... there's this girl..." he began, but Crowley quickly interrupted him.
"There's always some girl, isn't there?" There was a dark tone to his voice, but Balerion was brave. Maybe he could get the wyrm to help him. It was worth a shot. And he was half tatterwing, so he was tough! He could handle himself.
"Well, I want her to love me. But she only seems to love her brother! I just... I want her to look my way. Maybe if I could get her attention, and we could have an egg together. A white egg... she likes white, it would look like her brother! And maybe if the baby had wings she would see how strong I am, and what a good lover I would make. Maybe?" It was worth a shot. He looked up at Crowley hopefully.
The larger wyrm chuckled. "That's a lot to ask for, little wyrm," he said, looking down at his fur. "I can help you." He plucked a small, white gem from his fur, which looked almost identical to Balerion's own crystal. "Give this to her, and soon she'll be begging you to have an egg with you." His reply came with a grin and a wink, his throat rumbling with the beginnings of a laugh.
The noise unsettled Balerion, but he quickly composed himself, nodding his head and looking up at Crowley. "Yes, yes, thank you Mr. Crowley! Thank you ever so much!" Balerion flew off, leaving Crowley in the trees, his toothy grin shining in the sunlight.
