Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Sept 13, 2017 22:53:59 GMT
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | |
months after the wake - a night upon a balcony from Sunspear with Lady Martell. Opulent violet dragon eyes peered upon the endless dunes upon the Dornish night. Seven Kingdoms mourned the passing of the dragon, caught by the kraken and drowned in the bay of his namesake. Greeted by the stranger the prince learned it was not yet his calling. Waking beneath the waves, saving Rhianu and their children before submitting to his wounds from Quellon. Old gods and the new blessed them to have escaped. Rhaegar had to be a chosen son of the gods to have recovered from wounds that would have crippled a mortal man. Refuge from the world taken beneath the mantle of his beloveds house. Protected by the very house he scorned years ago. Their exsistance hidden all but a select few. Requested so by the prince so they would not be targeted by their enemies. With the strength to walk and fight returning to the prince he could no longer be idle in the dessert oasis. Rhaegar requesting to meet with the mother of Rhianu to ask her for a favor that he had no right asking for. Rhaegar could not watch the world just burn between his twin sister and older brother any longer. Rhaegar had grown during the cruel passing of time but his heart remained pure. The one the mother of dragons had fallen for. ASHARA MARTELL |