The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
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Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 1, 2015 6:23:23 GMT
Heaven must have felt the sin of man upon the human world, the crowned prince vowed himself to none other then his beautiful kin. Gods of the Seven Kingdoms frowned upon such an act, but gods be damned. The Targaryen Prince had eyes for no other mortal being but his Saerysa. Those very eyes rested upon the ashen clouds that filled the sky above. A massive storm was bellowing above King's Landing. Even nature could feel the ire of the heavens, the birds of prey taking to the sky. Yet the boy was unwavering, it would take far more than man and nature to stop him from sitting upon the Iron Throne.
Nor would he let the weather ruin his date with Saerysa, inviting his future Queen to a courtyard that looked over the bay of King's Landing. Aegys would instruct the kings-guard to block access to the wing of the keep to only him and his kin. One would expect the crowned prince to be decorated in armor with a toy weapon but he wanted to share with Saerysa that using a sword outside the keep could not be simulated easily. Rather the young dragon was dressed with a light vestment of ivory with gilded jewelry. Golden decorations marred his shoulders and palm, along with his hips. Dressed light with nothing to overbearing.
Two long swords could be seen held beneath both his hands that were placed before him. The pommels of the weapons resting against his flesh. With a gift hidden on his person for his beloved sister. Its reveal would come in time if she passed his trials for her. Without Saerysa here yet however the young dragon was focused on the wrath of the sea over the castle wall. The waves reminded him of the brunt force of rotten fruit that crashed into his back while defending his sister in the streets, a frown drawn upon his face now as he stared out. Had they truly harmed her the streets would have been painted red with their blood.
Aegys fingers found themselves trying to tame his ivory mane, calming his nerves. Straightening the back of his hair with a golden cloth as he focused on thoughts of Saerysa. Today they would be alone in this portion of the keep, nothing but time with her. It was an experience only comparable with sharing the same bed and courting the Targaryen Princess. " Please hurry my queen." the young dragon begged beneath his breathe. Wanting to spend no further time apart with his beloved partner. If they succeeded in today's lesson the young dragon princess would discover her teeth and scales.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 2, 2015 7:51:52 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
An unusual missive.
After the events of that journey to the Red Keep, Saerysa had spent the majority of her time scrubbing and grooming herself, as well as basically skipping around the keep with unusual vigor. Those that asked were not given a reason as to why, and could only watch the dainty white-haired thing as she spiraled about between the hallways and rooms and spent inordinate amounts of time looking over the battlements. And now, Aegys had summoned her. While he was rather vague, she got a bit of the impression that what she was getting involved in was somewhat dangerous, or at least daring. So for the first time in years she dug through her closest and put on some pants, yes, pants. They were black, linen, and hugged the slim form of her legs which for once in her life weren't obscured by frills and skirts. Her blouse was loose, dark blue, long-sleeved, and she had her voluminous hair tied somewhat messily in a bun that couldn't quite hold it all up, causing some strands of white to hang loose. She wore slender black boots and gloves. Truthfully she looked nothing like her usual self at all, and that.... that was rather exciting.
Saerysa Targaryen would stroll through the halls that day and turn heads as everyone stared, mystified, by her unusual appearance. But she paid them no mind. She would find the kingsguard who accompanied her brother and they let her through with nary a word, though she could tell that they too were surprised. Finally, she gazed down the noble visage of the crown prince in all his white and golden splendor and took in the weapons that he held and the pensive way he looked across the bay.
"Brother, you look troubled." The skies were dim and foreboding enough as is that she could not bear to see him look morose. Saerysa, being Saerysa, would not let the weather dampen her spirits, but her brother was a different story. She looked at him with worry. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 5, 2015 6:45:24 GMT
Saerysa alas was summoned to the battlement before the prince, turning to his betrothed to see an unusual princess. The mother of dragons was not bound by layers of cloth nor a cascade of ivory hair. Rather Saerysa had prepared herself for the trials that Aegys had prepared for her. Concern radiating from her as the first words from her pink lips were about him. Violet eyes discerning that the prince was troubled. However this was a burden that he had to bear, Aegys would not share this mental strife with Saerysa. Summoning a smile upon his face to speak at long last with his dear sister.
" I was troubled in a world without you Saerysa, but I am no longer troubled by such a cruel place. Thanks to the kindness of your heart." Aegys shared with his ivory princess. Coming close to her and immediately ditching the weapons for the hips of the woman. Caressing as he removed the distance between them. Sharing a soft kiss upon the forehead of the woman before directing a passionate reply to Saerysa's lips. Stealing her breathe until he was forced to draw his own as he pulled away. " I brought your here my love to teach you how to use a sword. With you at my back I have no worries." the young dragon smiled with his words. Nobody could defeat the likes of two dragons.
Taking a step back to pull the weapons from the ground beneath them, one of the weapons was holstered in pure white, the other pitch black. " I had one forged just for you, its the same as mine but lighter. It will feel like a feather floating on air." the boy explained as he pulled the white sheath away from the darker one, handing the gilded weapon towards his sister. " I gave it a name if you don't mind." Aegys shared shyly with his fiancee, taking a step closer to her before leaning towards her shoulder. His lips pressed near her ear as he whispered. A combination of both their names used to come up with the name.
" Aerys, a fitting name for our first-born as well." had his betrothed had a better name he would readily have the name of their child be that. Imagining what the mind of his sister could create. Even sharing a child with her was now a reality, something that made the crowned prince want to jump for joy. Pulling away from his sister softly to have a better look of his dearest sister. Allowing any feelings and words to be said by her before implying they start their training, not wanting to rush his dear sister. " Though we can share that talk for the pillows if you like my princess." the young dragon explained as he held onto his sheathed blade with a smile. Enjoying every moment of this with her, violet eyes focused on the beauty of his unusually dressed sister. Despite the new wardrobe it fit her.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 6, 2015 5:31:34 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
She waited, quiet but humming with excitement as Aegys walked over and graced her with a kiss on the forehead and lips, she wrapping her arms around him in return. She was still new to him in this sense—a partner rather than a brother, though of course he was still both. But it was hard to wipe away so many years of careful platonicism, though admittedly, his touch unraveled it all anyway.
But her smile at his kind words would waver and the hands would slip down as he presented the reason why she was here. She eyed the white blade, beautiful and dazzling in the grey dim, and listen enraptured to the words whispered in her ear. She mouthed its name to herself. Aerys. She enjoyed that name very much so, and bit her lip as her brother suggested its use for their firstborn. She still couldn't believe this was happening, and the thought of someday going that far with Aegys brought out so much whimsical delight that she found herself embarrassed as could be. But she needed to focus on the task at hand; if she let herself go, she would surely daydream and giggle till the day's end.
"B-brother," she started quietly, started slowly because she did not want to disappoint him, but neither would she lie to him. "You know that I do not have the heart for this. I do not want to hurt people. And I do not think that violence is our answer." She eyed the blade, and how dearly she wanted it take it into her hand and make him proud, but her fingers shook at the thought of that reality. Saerysa had always been squeamish of blood and gore. Even at the jousting tournaments she had attended, she had lowered her eyes and blocked out the sickening crunch and thump of bodies, the breaking of armor and bones, and occasionally, the puncture of death.
"A beautiful sword not fit for my hand," she whispered, hanging her head in shame. That Aegys had gone so far to supply her with a weapon that would never find name with her... it was shameful. But she could not find a good enough reason to stop the stay of her hand. Saerysa did not want to defend herself. If it came to the point where people wanted to hurt her that badly, wouldn't she have already failed as royalty and Targaryen? It was a silver dream she dreamed, a landscape of painted colors and blooming hearts and a field never tarnished by blood and bodies and dragon fire.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 6, 2015 7:10:04 GMT
Nothing could compare to being around the princess, Aegys had believed that he understood companionship and happiness before. Yet being around his delightful sister he felt a feeling no other being on Westeros could provide him. Perhaps this was the definition of the term soul mate. Feeling as if the two had a small red string tied to their hearts since they met. Enjoying the bubbly giggles and smiles shared by his partner, yet something was eating away at Saerysa. Immediately the young dragon sensed the tension within his sister.
Troubled words escaping her pouty pink lips, " Speak my dragon." he suggested to Saerysa. Wishing that his beloved would spare him no detail on what ailed her. Truth of the dragon wishing to harm not a soul. Expecting this from her, the young dragon holstered his weapon upon his right hip and came before the princess. " What is the answer my Queen, till I know it myself I shall act as your sword." the crowned prince fell onto a single knee. A sight to behold to a man soon to be king, who would bow to no man.
"I do not wish to harm our people just as you do Saerysa." knowing full well that his sister adored the people of Westeros. A sheltered life had nurtured such a loving care for a country whose denizens might hate her in return. " Yet I wish not to put the lives of the kings-guard in jeopardy each time I wish to travel. If you are unable to take up the sword. Then I will become strong enough to protect the both of us." the future king rose before Saerysa. Violet eyes burned with a passion to protect his country and fiancee.
Dragonfire would ignite in his heart, the Targaryen prince would have no rival. Words of Saerysa being unable to hold the sword alas reached his ears. Grasping for her palms the prince weaved his fingers between hers and looked into her violet gaze. " This sword seems to fit rather nicely." a play on words to his earlier remark of being her weapon. Trying to soothe Saerysa from her thoughts. Saerysa would sooner bury herself in guilt than blame anyone else when it was not her fault. Aegys after all had been the one to try and teach her.
" Worry not anymore Saerysa, you have many talents that will help us." Aegys graced Saerysa with a light kiss upon her lips to silence the stuttering. " I understand battlefields, I do not understand politics." an entirely different battlefield exsisted before the two. The political savvy individuals who sat upon his fathers council would be their enemies when he took the throne. Replacing them would be one of his first priorities to cleanse the Iron Throne of the kings madness. " Your heart is in the right place my love." Aegys retorted at last.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 7, 2015 9:31:08 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
Her face turned from morose to pained as her brother kneeled before her and vowed to protect her. She looked up at the thundering sky then, shoulders slumped as the first droplets of rain struck her face and rolled down her body. Her eyes scrunched as he talked about endangering the lives of the kingsguard. Wasn't that what they were there for? Weren't they suppose to use their skills and if necessary lay down their lives, if it meant that their charge was unharmed? That was their duty! Not her brother's! The injustice she felt soared in her little heart at the thought of her brother shouldering the burden not just for his life but for her own in addition.
Aegys rose and Saerysa would glance down to her hands once she felt them entwine. She looked back up at him. They did fit, these hands of theirs, but the notion only made her feel worse. Aegys was not supposed to be an extension of her hand, or she his. She did not find herself so fool as to consider them equal, for never in any amount of years would they be equal, but neither did she want this relationship between them. Like on the streets when they had returned to the Red Keep, she would only weaken him. The best thing to do was to step down from his affections and let him drift to another, such as Arys; the thought brought her much jealousy and bitterness, but most any other girl would be a far better match than she. Yet she could not find it in herself to allow that.
No, she was much too selfish.
She would snake her hands around Aerys, its white sheen pearly and luminous in the grey and against the water that ran down its edge. The rain was starting to grow heavy now, splattering and darkening their clothes and the spray lightly conjuring a halo around them. Perhaps these droplets were the tears of an innocence losing itself day by day. For no matter what she did, it seemed Saerysa was going to be pushed in this direction until she was something else entirely. Weep all for the day Saerysa held a blade in her hands and readied its use.
"I don't want to be patronized. I don't have talents. My heart won't save you. I understand neither battlefields nor politics. And I won't be good at this... but one can afford me for trying, right?" She glumly took the blade from him gingerly held it, trying to figure out its best grip. No indeed, it would be a difficult journey to even be halfway decent at swordplay. But then again, only half of this venture was about swordplay. The other half was about hardening herself.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 9, 2015 1:06:15 GMT
Sadness would grasp onto the beating heart of the Targaryen Princess. It appeared every gesture the young dragon made was in vain. Nearly afraid to say more with Saerysa for risking her mood being swallowed whole by this depression. Westeros mocked him as the storm had begun to pour rain upon the two. Ivory threads began to darken, the cloth comprising his outfit starting to loose its color. Showing the physique of the crowned prince before Saerysa. An imperfection could be spotted against the damp cloth, a single scar marking the boy. A sense of pride from the imperfection, hoping Saerysa would still find him attractive.
Confident hands would drape themselves around his, violet pools brought to meet with his sisters. Curious to what was going through her mind. What he asked of her appeared to pain her yet she stood here prepared to learn. Explaining to him the reality of the Red Keep with her apart of it. " Trying my queen is far more than I could ask. I should have realized sooner that you would not want to advocate violence." sharing with a pained expression. Yet they had made it this far and it would be pointless to abandon the lessons with Saerysa. " Try for me on this day is all I ask. Wither you wish to continue another day I shall leave up to you."
Moving his hands above his sisters he guided her fingers around the grip of the light weight weapon. Letting her fingers sink into the grooves of the cloth to best help her hold onto the weapon. Guiding his fingers down to release the belt around the sheath. The glint of the metal shown as the sheath fell to the bricks beneath their feet. The weapon now on full display to the Princess. Etched with golden and violet gems, the weapon was fit for a Targaryen Lady. Drawing his own weapon from his side and holding it lightly before her.
" Let's awaken that dragon inside of you Saerysa, swing at my blade with all your might."
Prepared to riposte an incoming attack from his sister he would gauge her strength for the training to come. It would be a fools errand to expect her to strike a dummy and get stronger. Eyes starring into the reflection of the blade that showcased his own violet eyes. With what little Saerysa could learn from him he was happy. Had anything happened to the two, his sister would be able to save herself from this day forward.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 9, 2015 17:23:35 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
Fingers moved by his along the grooves, thumb to prod the sheath and gravity to do the rest. The sheath slipped off with a slender scraping hiss, falling to the damp ground as the bejeweled weapon shone in its full glory. For a second Saerysa felt loathe to even try to use the weapon; it was too beautiful, too delicate, surely an ornamental blade only. But then she considered that her brother had had it forged for her, and found her logic lacking. Of course it was a weapon meant to be used. It could not be discarded so easily, nor could its brilliance by dulled by something as mediocre as the rain.
Aegys drew his own blade, and Saerysa found herself taking a step or two backwards to create what she thought was the appropriate generation of space. She frowned at his words. Even though she had resolved herself to this, she hadn't quite grasped the implications that his lesson entailed. Number one being, that she was supposed to strike him.
"Um... I don't suppose there are dummies around here, are there?" she said with a nervous laugh as the rain pounded harder on the stone courtyard and the two figures standing therein. Two Targaryens, clothes now soaked through to reveal their lithe forms, white hair plastered along their skin as their amethyst eyes watched each other. White blade, black blade. Her grip on Aerys was still awkward at best, and she certainly did not imagine for their first session to be in such conditions. But she was glad he made no motion to seek shelter; she too would not stand for that. Water humbled and water revealed, although revealing perhaps to much to which made Saerysa even more hesitant to make a motion towards her brother as she stared at his figure and his skin. Was that really hers to sully?
She ended up standing there for an unusually long amount of time, psyching herself out and muttering apologies and saying thing's like 'Ok! I mean it now,' and 'I just need a few seconds!' However eventually she forced herself to take a step forward, then another, and then bound across that distance in a profoundly half-hearted attempt to slash at his knees, just in case.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 15, 2015 6:10:30 GMT
Have you ever loved someone so much that you would give an arm for them, not the expression, no. Literally give an arm for, When they know they are your heart, and you know you are their armor. That you would destroy anyone who would harm her. Such a feeling swelled within the heart of the young dragon watching his ivory princess. If they were bound to another realm that suffered from no strife and death such a lesson could be avoided. A nessicary evil needed to protect her from harm. Aegys would foster the feeling of hatred within his heart for making her do this on this day.
Saerysa would create a void between the two as she mentally prepared the first display of her talent. There were no dummies for her to strike with her uneasy hands. The only target to test the metal of her blade was on him. Biding his time in the building weather, the two now drenched from the growing downpour. Though they had shared baths as children seeing the color of her swollen breasts dominate her ivory cloth had summoned a most fierce trail of crimson across his cheeks. Saerysa would finally come for him with her first strike, her attack aimed for the legs of the young dragon.
The effort placed upon the blow had decided his defense. None, with her half hearted attack the blade swept across his knees. Fabric sundered by the razor edge of the blade as his flesh met a similar fate. The first blood the blade would draw would be his as her attack came to a close. Pain did not radiate from his features, how could he hurt when the kind princess before him was trying to do what she hated. Aegys had learned much from her attack though, watching the center of her gravity as she swung the blade, the muscles she used to force the weapon at him, every degree of her attack was studied by the prince.
" That's enough my dragon." bloodied knees moved beside the Targaryen, " I saw what I need to see from you." his lips announced to the princess. Bringing the blade of his own sword up, level with his shoulder as it pointed out from him to empty space. " Swinging a blade is like dancing Saerysa, one just needs to follow the rhythm and steps." Standing at her side, the boy would remove a single hand from her blade and replace it with his. The two would share the grip of the blade as his other hand sought to hold hers. Their position mimicking that of a waltz. " May I have this dance with you my Queen." finding this the best method to train with her.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 16, 2015 11:05:08 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
How could this happen?
It had all been in jest, cutesy and without harm. She knew he'd easily deflect it, block it, perhaps trip her a bit and they'd share a laugh. They'd joke about her ineptitude, and either continue or settle for another time. And judging by their matching red-faces, perhaps other things that warmed her blood to think about. Yet she was too slow to realize the moment her blade would make the hit, and watched in horrified slow-motion as it arced across his legs and left a jagged, thin slice before rebounding off of him. It was hardly deep—she having neither the strength nor the motivation to make it any form of hindering—but the blade, at least, proved itself sharp and well-forged. Saerysa would recoil in shock and stumble backwards, nearly dropping Aerys on the soaked stones even as small droplets of blood fell, weaving their way down his legs and through his thin clothes, leaving narrow trails behind them as if to remind her of what she'd done.
"Wh...Why?"
Aegys seemed completely unperturbed as he approached her. He said he had seen enough. Had she failed some sort of test? Was she not supposed to try and go for him? For a gut-wrenching moment she thought he was angry at her for failing to show her devotion. She took a few hurried breaths, expecting punishment, when he instead gently took her sword hand and merged it with his own. A dance, he said as he lead her into a position more familiar with her, thanks to numerous tutors. And her relief was palpable at that statement, but still she glanced down to his injury and back to his face with revulsion. How could she do that to him? She would nod meekly at his request. No, she was not good enough for him. How dare she even lay a scratch on the dragon; she was going to have to repent later, she needed to.
"I'm s-so sorry," she bubbled almost incoherently, tearing up as her fingers curled tightly around his. She had clearly let him down. She thought perhaps she could get away with it by the bond they shared, but her incompetence must have been so profound as to warrant a change in his tactics. It was mortifying. "I-I didn't mean to! I kn-know I'm no good. You don't have to t-train me! I can find someone else. Please!"
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 20, 2015 6:18:06 GMT
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nothing stronger then a dragon
0000 words for SAERYSA TARGARYEN i'll make it up to you promise my queen
Accidents happened, even to the likes of gods and dragons. Saerysa world would come to a halt when her blade struck him down. A superficial wound made by the princess upon the dragon. The lesson taking a turn for the worst for the naive dragon. Had she come at him with all her might he would have bested her with a counter or a showcase of skill. Aegys violet eyes would witness the woman he love loose her strength for a moment, the gift nearly rolling of her fingers. Questioning why the prince had not made an attempt to stop her light hearted rampage. " Such a blow would not cripple a dragon my dear." Aegys remarked as the distance between the two closed.
Feeling her heart stutter through the cloth as he rested briefly upon her. " I would never strike you nor let the fire in my heart burn you Saerysa. Never forget that." the boy tried to soothe the princess. The Targaryen Prince vowed to never be like his father who slept in the bed of whores and brought his hand to his wife. Aegys would make it clear that he was a very different man than their father. " I will never be like father." a deep seeded hatred rose up from his heart. Harming his sister was unthinkable but touching his mother was nearly equal in penalty by his hand. " Forgive me, I normally do not wear my heart upon my shoulder. Its just hard to control my breathe with you around my theif."
Referring to the fact that she often took every last breathe he had by being around him. The lesson turning to a subject she had experience with bettered both their conditions. Warm fingers of the princess found themselves worried and pained around his. The might of the Targaryen Princess was found in the pain of her prince. Feeling the true extent of her strength as Saerysa kept ever closer to him. A cluster of words and feelings escaping her lips as she refused to believe she was any good with the weapon. " Alright my dragon I wont force you to hold that weapon." Aegys excused his fiancee from further training. Tears swelling upon his cheeks as they chased down his cheeks. Had only their father sad the same, the boy was trained into the dirt until he could fight his way up to stand.
" Forgive me, he made me train until I blacked out in the dirt. He didn't want a boy, he wanted a solider." Aegys voice shared a tortured memory from his past upon Dragonstone. " I should have seen it sooner, I was so blind. You are not meant to be a solider you are my queen. You are the strength to never use the blade again." believing full well in Saerysa diplomacy with the other noble houses. The light headed prince brought the peak of his forehead to his sisters. " Saerysa." the dragon prince dropped the blade from their hands. " I want your words to be my sword from now on." the pained heart within the young dragon shared with his sister.
Post by DAELLA BARATHEON on Jul 22, 2015 16:36:50 GMT
'cause i'm just starting to learn
i've always been chasing ghosts
She buried her face into the soaked cloth against his chest and had to grit her teeth hard to keep from rambling some more about her failures and worthlessness and ineptitude. She couldn't do anything right. She was a liability. Pretty, but the prettiest things were the most useless, and the easiest broken. No matter what she did she could never compare to Aegys. And it was only worse when he tried to reassure her. All her conviction, all her attempts at making herself stronger on his behalf... they were just a joke. It didn't matter that he wasn't crippled. She had scratched him. And that was already much too far.
But the mention of father steadied her a bit. Not because Saerysa was agreeing with him; it was the opposite. Father was always a strange subject between Saerysa and her family. She understood that she was one of the few that looked upon him favorably, ideally, even. She had heard the nasty rumors about him and perhaps some of them were true, but he was their father. The sire of the dragon. And she had heard Mother's accounts, the things he had done. But she still couldn't find it in herself to look away from Aenar Targaryen. They had to be wrong about him. They... they had to be.
"Perhaps you are becoming a bit like me," she said with a shaky laugh into his chest, not wanting to comment about their father.
But she could hear the pain in Aegys' voice, and would turn to look up at him as he shared a memory of a dark time, darker than this one with its storm clouds and rain and bleeding hearts. "But now you are a soldier," she whispered comfortingly to him, trying not to sound too much like she was excusing their father, even though that's basically what she was doing. He was only doing it to make Aegys a stronger person, see!
But Aegys would move to touch their foreheads together and their blades fell to the ground, rattling once and then falling into the infinite drum of rainfall. She would use her thumb to wipe away the moisture near his eyes, although it was impossible to tell what were tears and what were raindrops, only having to go off of the hurt in his voice. "That is the least I can do for you, my love." This meant having to redouble her efforts. To rewrite her entire way of thinking. But that was nothing compared to setting the dragon's mind at ease. "Aegys." She kissed his chest once through his clothes, and then again on the skin of his neck. "I love you. Do you..." she chuckled, embarrassed. "Do you want to get out of the rain?"
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jul 24, 2015 1:02:42 GMT
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nothing stronger then a dragon
0000 words for SAERYSA TARGARYEN i'll make it up to you promise my queen
Numb soaked flesh found a source of warmth with the princess pressed to his frame. Fingers rising to play with the blanched threads of hair Saerysa called her own. Tucking away stray ivory strands behind her ears. Aegys would give Saerysa all the time she needed with him. Soft whispers of how everything was alright and she need not worry escaped his lips. Hearing her voice above the tears of the heavens, " I would not doubt it, you are my better half." Aegys mused softly. Doing his best to avoid harming his princess heart any further.
Though the gentle boy that cared for his sister would vanish for a moment when Saerysa spoke of what he had become to his chest. His chest would stiffen as his wrists tightened, fingers curling into his palm with such force to snap bone as his touch fell from her air to his sides. The bright glimmer of his violet eyes would subside into a dark pool of purple and black. Indeed he was the child of Aenar Targaryen the Second and the toy solider his father desired. Though Aenar would learn that dragons did not bow to mortal men.
What he had done to him would haunt the king of Westeros. Such malice and hate for the man swelled in his heart for a moment. Cured only be the touch of his woman, her soft touch purifying the darkness from his heart. Defeating such thoughts with each action she took with the prince. Had he been bound by scales and a monster he would have draped his wings around Saerysa to keep her to himself forever. Saerysa called out to him with a gentle kiss upon his chest and chin. Light returning to his vision as his eyes rested upon the like of his kin. Brushing off the moment of weakness with a grunt as he replied.
" I love you too." warm words compared to prior thoughts. Saerysa suggesting the two get out of the rain with a giggle. Silence between two dragons would fall upon their ears as they just listened to the rhythm of the rain and heavens. His eyes tethered to the figure of the princess. The dragon would never forget how she looked on this day. Nor did he imagine she would, as it would be close to the last time she would see him for awhile. " And into a warm bath. Let's share waters that will chase of the cold." Aegys replied to his dearest sister. Using the strength he would have spent on the lessons to lift her.
Carrying her with a single arm arched around her back and shoulder, with another around her bottom and legs. Damaged knees would easily carry his future forward. The open expanse they exchanged in would fall behind them as they found cover beneath the keep. Following open passages to a line of waiting servants and kingsguard. Horrified servants of their House saw the stained cloth possessed by the prince but a shake of his head dismissed their concern. " Warm us water, we require a bath to rinse off the cold and sweat." Aegys ordered as they went off immediately to complete his bidding.
The young dragons voice now directed itself at the kingsguard, " Bring our swords back to my quarters." leaving the two dragons to themselves as he carried them onward. " Tell me Saerysa." his eyes finally falling on the likes of his sister. " What do you plan to do as Queen of Westeros?" curious to just what Saerysa would do at his side. Imagining just how amazing the world would be with her near him. Bringing them one step closer to that realitly with each step he took with Saerysa in the red keep. The Iron Throne would belong to both of them one day.
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