Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Aug 19, 2017 19:59:42 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 | |
Tempered fingers danced upon the pale flesh of the highborns cheeks. Having received a letter from brother across the Narrow Sea. Script written in his brothers hand sharing the development of their ploy. It tormented Daemon to have his brother on the other side of the world. It made the dragon prince feel as if their house was split in two. Both doing what father could not. " Send word to brother of our beloved king is dead. The game of thrones has finally begun." Issuing the order to the Golden Company that sailed back to the Kings Landing to share the wealth and supplies of Essos with the vassal house. Years had passed with the ailing king growing weak, with him burned in the pyre and his children squabbling over the throne the seven kingdoms were sure to shatter beneath their rule. Just like the ceremonial blade that hung at hip. Smelted from its original form to make the sword resting at his hip. Valyrian steel the weapon was meant for his brother. Yet the symbol of their house was here in Westeros with him. A reminder to never forget the vow he made to Maekar. Dismissing himself and the loyal knights of his brother. JAEHAERA TARGARYEN |
made by duke of gs && ww