( Once, she would have been repulsed by such an idea, but it settles on her differently now as she entertains it. Bottom lip jutting out slightly as they pull down slightly in thought. Three days if pressed and four if flying comfortably.

It is appealing, and she would be a liar to say otherwise. Such a trip would save the crown money in the end. The journey to and from would take eight days, leaving more time for them to spend in Oldtown or anywhere along the way versus the two moons long trip it would have taken by carriage.

Her hands shift from her lap, palms pressed against the table, and fingers curling under the edge. Her shoulders back, chest pushed out, and rises with each breath.

The only downfall ( if she dares even to call it that ) is that they would be alone, without anyone to guard them. While she knows he is skilled with a sword and Vhagar is a deterrent in and of herself, there are still those who would be foolish to attempt something if they know the queen and the young prince are traveling alone — it would be a handsome ransom. It is risky, perhaps too risky.

She cannot remember the last time she went anywhere without the royal guard, and yet she can't stop herself from reveling in the thought of being utterly alone with him. )

While I am not as skilled or knowledgeable as you and your sibling are regarding dragons, I know your saddle is made for one. This means, whether for the trip to Oldtown or flying with you regularly, I would either need to sit in your lap, or you'd be pressed against the pommel with me behind you.

There is also the matter of my lack of proper riding — flying attire and being unaccustomed, as you said.