Warning: this chapter has mild spoilers and slight gore.!!
This has been on draft for two week's bc I forgot to publish it 😶
In the dimly lit chambers of Dragonstone, Rhaenyra Targaryen sat at her desk, pen in hand, engrossed in her writing.
The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the room as she meticulously chronicled the battles of her past life in a worn leather-bound diary.
Each stroke of the quill seemed to echo the weight of her memories, the triumphs and tragedies etched into the pages before her.
As she reached a familiar entry, her thoughts drifted to the pivotal moments that shaped her destiny.
The Fall of King's Landing loomed large in her mind, a somber reminder of the price of power and the futility of war.
With a resigned sigh, Rhaenyra crossed out the name of the battle, a symbolic gesture of closure to a chapter of her past.
But another conflict lingered on the horizon, its significance still unfolding in the tapestry of fate.
The Red Kraken, a name that stirred both dread and determination within her, awaited its turn in the annals of history. Yet, for now, Rhaenyra had other matters to attend to.
Gathering her belongings into a sturdy travel bag, Rhaenyra rose from her seat, her movements purposeful and resolute.
With practiced hands, she carefully secured Visenya, her newborn daughter, onto the back of Syrax, her faithful dragon companion.
It was time to embark on a journey, to fulfill the duties that fate had laid before her.
The midday sun cast its golden rays over Claw Isle, painting the landscape with hues of amber and gold.
On the shores, Seasmoke, the formidable grey dragon, lay basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Addam Velaryon, his loyal rider, approached with a sense of anticipation, eager to reunite with his faithful companion after their brief separation.
With practiced ease, Addam secured himself in Seasmoke's saddle, a rush of excitement coursing through him as the dragon stirred beneath him.
As they took to the skies, the wind tousled Addam's hair, carrying with it the exhilarating sensation of flight.
Together, they soared through the azure expanse, the world unfolding beneath them in all its breathtaking beauty.
Their peaceful flight was interrupted by the sudden appearance of another dragon, a vision of radiant yellow against the backdrop of the cerulean sky.
It was Syrax, the illustrious she-dragon, her graceful form commanding attention as she landed on a nearby hill with effortless elegance.
Addam couldn't help but be captivated by Syrax's majestic presence, her luminous scales gleaming in the sunlight.
Approaching her with a mixture of reverence and curiosity, Addam observed the silent exchange between the two dragons, a silent language of nods and gestures that spoke volumes of their shared connection.
"Your Grace," Lord Celtigar greeted as Rhaenyra gracefully landed on the shores of Claw Isle, her yellow she-dragon, Syrax, touching down with practiced ease.
"Why have you chosen to grace us with your presence, Your Grace?" Lord Celtigar inquired, his tone respectful but curious.
Rhaenyra's smile grew slightly rueful as she began to explain. "I have given much thought to your offer of sanctuary for my children," she revealed, her voice tinged with a solemn edge.
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𝙰 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 《ASOIAF》
قصص الهواةIn an alternate universe, Rhaenyra Targaryen finds herself granted a rare chance to rewrite history, transported back to the brink of the Dance of the Dragons. Yet, the question lingers: What prompts this extraordinary twist of fate? Why was she bro...
