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Age : 1,649, stopped aging at 15 though

Name : Rhaenora Targaryen

Time line : 132 ac - House of the Dragon

Appearance : Pale skin, very long silver hair, purple eyes, canine teeth, long nails,
Always wearing chiton & other like clothing, always has bells trinkets and jewelry on, Always barefoot.

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Rhaenora Targaryen. unlike her family as well as other's, did not have a dragon. her egg that was placed along side her in her cradle, simply did not hatch, it was said to be as cold as ice, no life inside it. when she was a babe she would watch others with their dragons, watching them soar above the skies that overlooked Valyria.

Although, one day while she was Five and Ten summers old. she had a dream. though this was no normal dream

All that could be heard was chanting, but it seemed so far away, yet so close. it was dark every where, Rhaenora could not see. until everything went up in flames, though this was no normal flame, it was Dragon Fyre, for it and only it burnt this hot.
the girl looked down at her arms and hands, feeling something, blood was running down them it seemingly came out of no where, starting at her elbows and just simply running down. she did not feel terror as she watched. only hunger, so she brought her hand up.
Unfurling her tongue, she brought her hand closer and licked the blood, it tasted like Fyre itself, it was not disgusting to her, it was as if a tugging feeling in her simply disappeared. the chanting stopped. all that remained were Fourteen pits of Dragon Fyre, they seemed to be reaching out to her, her hands.
Without thinking about it she brought them up once more, and let the flames embrace them, it did not hurt, it had felt nice. without much thought she began to write in a book, that seemed to appear then.
Writing in the blood, she began to fill it with all types of things, as though the Fourteen flames were whispering things into her ears.

Her dreams every night without fail remained like this for years, but after five years she noticed something, she had not aged since the dreams started. The Fourteen flames had cursed her. she would forever remain the physical age of five and ten summers. From her dreams Valyrian magic was made,

After another Four years she made the decision with the Fourteen flames will she taught others of the magic within there blood, she hid her face and did not leave the blood mage's temple for another hundred years.

One day it went silent in the crypts, the blood stopped flowing. she did not know what would happen but it meant one thing, something had changed, she had to leave.
So she did, one day she left the Blood mages temple, the place she had made, the place that was her own where history was changed, the place she fled to was a volcano, always covered by mist of fog, this island was filled with Mountains and secluded mounts where she would be able to stay once more, until the Flames decided otherwise.

She ran away to the high mountains of a place that would later be named Dragonstone. Over time her existence was then turned that of a story told by the elders of the Targaryen family, the last person to visit Rhaenora was twenty seven years ago, by Rhaenys Targaryen before that it was Saera Targaryen, and before that Alysanne Targaryen and before her Visenya Targaryen.

Rhaenora formed a connection with the lands and nature of Dragonstone, for she is the blood of Fyre and Dragons. over the centuries the life has learnt that she would not hurt them, for she was the same as they were, that she would help them if needed. she still learnt from her dreams, every night she awaits their arrival.

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High up in the mountains of a volcanic island, covered by mist and carefully woven and planted trees was an alcove of land that was cut off from the rest, when you entered the long path of trees you are surrounded by a canopy of different vines of types, some being flowers, others being fruits and berries.
The path eventually leads to an opening of land, it seemed to be cut off from the rest of the mountain front, it was filled with trees and plants, ranging from fruits to spices, and medicinal herbs, some areas were covered from the sun, by towering trees that covered and protected the grounds below, off to the side, almost out of sight was another group of trees, but they looked as if they had been moved by hand over the years to create some type of shelter.
Gently in the wind a faint clinking sound can be heard, on the entrance of the shelter are multiple wind chimes, made with different materials including bones, sea shells and wood among others ranging in colours all across, inside the home a figure can be seen.
Rhaenora hums gently under her breath as she ties the last knot on a piece of woven long grass, before picking up the whole piece, it was another wind chime, she carefully stands up before going over and beginning to tie it up with the others.
The humming stops. the wind seemingly disappears with her voice, fate has changed, Rhaenora could feel it, her blood was singing and burning within and now it is a matter of waiting for it to play out.
she walked on the branches among the ancient trees, with decades of practice she skillfully grabbed fruits and nuts from the trees as she moved, placing them in a small woven basket as she goes, the bells that were tied around her ankles let of their own song as she moved, her jewelry making a tinkling noise as well as she moved from one tree to another, almost as if instead of being human she was more of a dragon, weaving through each little gap of a branch.
in the sky above a dragon song is heard, it was one of the wild dragons, it was Grey Ghost, he had been a somewhat young dragon, only being around Twenty summers, he had a grey and white body and was not seen often by the other's although the dragon had grown use to Rhaenora's presence.
From where she stood high in the trees she sang back to the beautiful beast, singing old songs long forgotten by people. It remained like that while she continued her way through the trees, the two singing their own emotions as they went.
Eventually the dragon retreated back to the steamy opening of the mountain where its nest laid, Rhaenora continued her way, collecting food as she went,
Her mind wondered as she walked, something was happening, fate had been changed but she was unsure of what it was. When you had lived as long as her, you often find the small details to be more noticeable in life.
She continued to wonder, letting her body just walk among the trees as her mind wondered else where, enjoying the peace once more.

The silence was broken by the shrill cries of an injured animal, she stops in her steps, pinpointing the direction of the cries before silently making her way over, on the ground was an owl, its wing seemed to be broken.

"Lykirī Atrokiesos"
Calm little Owl

She spoke to the small owl in the language of the Valyrian Gods, it did not just work on Dragons, it worked on all life if used correctly,
Rhaenora carefully picks the bird up, looking carefully at the wing determining if it would fly again or if it would be forever bound to the grounds, she grabbed one of the cloth pieces from her basket and skillfully wrapped the owl, cradling it too her chest she makes her way back to the shelter.
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At Dragonstone the crown princess Rhaenyra and her family are preparing to leave in two days time for Kingslanding, she rested a hand over her swelling stomach as she walked through the ancient stone castle, the babe was to active for her to sleep so she was walking around, hoping to calm the unborn babe
she passed a hall that was lit by torches along the walls, hushed voices carried by the corridor whistle in the air, the sound of dripping follows. Rhaenyra carefully went down the corridor, thinking one of the children had perhaps left their chamber's, she followed the voices and dripping
despite being in this castle multiple times growing up and now living their for years she had never seen this part of the corridor, to be simple it did not exist, she continued to follow the sounds, looking at her surroundings as she went, trying to memorize these unfamiliar halls
The dripping and voices stopped when she stood in front of a door, it was a small chamber door by the look of it, she carefully opened the wooden door.
inside the room was only simple furniture a table, a chaise and shelving that were filled with trinkets of old, on the table a pool of liquid laid, it was blood and in front of the small pool were fourteen candles.
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"Hen ñuhā elēnī Perzyssy vestretis Se gēlȳn irūdaks Ānogrose"
From my voice the fires have spoken And the price has been paid
With blood magic
at the shelter Rhaenora sings to the owl while putting its wing back in place, it would fly again, but first the wing would need to heal. the winds blow through the home, the wind chimes singing with her, almost like the god's joining in
she places the owl in a makeshift nest, it was another woven basket filled with different linens and feathers she had, after assuring the bird was safe and not in pain Rhaenora went to the other side of the home and laid in the cot she had made, it was also filled with all types of linens and instead of feathers, it had pillows.
She let sleep embrace her and waited for the flames to ignite. when they were ignited she took a moment to observe the new figure, they have never been here before.
it was a woman, she had Valyrian sharp features and light blue scales that reflected in the flames,

"Tessarion"

The dragon Goddess smiles and walks over to her, placing her hand on Rhaenora's cheeks before placing a kiss on her brow bone, Rhaenora shuts her eyes and embraces the Goddess' hold

"Sylvie riña iksā"
You are a wise girl

Tessarion whispers against her skin before stepping back, Rhaenora's eyes were still shut as the Goddess stepped back, only opening them when a loud crack of the fires stole her attention away but before she could look at the sound she was awake, and the shaking of the chimes filled the air, mixing with the sounds of a dragon singing.
The wind blew through the shelter with every beat of the creatures wings. She got up, slowly making her way out to where the dragon was, her blood bubbling and singing within as she moved, it felt as if there were a drum beating with every step she took, she was not afraid of the creature, they were the same blood, and they both knew it.
The great calls of the dragon continued as she got closer, she was able to see Vhagar. she had no rider on her back, though she did have a bonded one, Rhaenora was able to tell due to the saddle and netting that were wrapped around her hulking figure,
"Lykirī Vhagar, gaomagon rūnagon issa"
Calm Vhagar, do you remember me
The massive dragon let out a grumbling sound, as if to agree with her words, Rhaenora stepped closer once more, reaching out and placing her hand on the massive snout, feeling the burning heat of the dragons scaled flesh under her own.
Without lifting her hand from the scolding heat of the scales Rhaenora moves to the side of Vhagar's face, with her body now below the great eye of the dragon she rests her forehead against the skin, as if there were to flames reaching for one another beneath the flesh of one another.
"Aōha bond iksos vēdros rōvēgrie mēre"
Your bond is angry great one
Rhaenora felt sorrow for the dragon, for she was mourning her last rider and had a bond full of hatred and anger, she knew her fate was not good unless it were to be changed, Rhaenora wished Vhagar to be able to live her last years that of one a mighty dragon deserved.
"Ao līs jikagon arlī Vhagar"
You must go back Vhagar

She whispered against the skin, there was a reason she came, though she was not sure yet. Perhaps it was because she wished to once more see Visenya, or the whispers of their blood called her to Rhaenora.

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Back at Dragonstone the fourteen candles all blew out, and the blood turned black, Rhaenyra stared at the table in front of her, for she knew this was not good, and was a bad omen for what was to come.

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After sitting on the wooden step of her shelter for hours Rhaenora made up her mind, she was to leave her home and head down the the massive keep made of the mountain itself, Dragonstone.
the shrill cries of the little owl broke her out of her mind, she headed inside and checked on the little one. she smiled to herself as she noticed something, the previously injured wing that would have taken two more weeks was healed, as if it had never been their, Tessarion had done this, she could feel the non existent flames coming off the owl, the pulsing of the magic heated her up

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After changing and packing a small basket to bring with her on her journey she carefully picked up the owl and walked out of the shelter.
carefully unwrapping the owls wing she thrusted her hands up in the air urging the owl to fly, and it did once more.
walking to the exit of the alcove felt as if a weight was placed on her chest, she did not know why she felt this but she did. for the last time she turned and gazed at what was her home for many many years.
she flinched lightly feeling something on her face, carefully she reaches up and touches her cheek, she was crying, but it was not tears she was crying, it was blood.
her expression glazed over and she licked the droplet of her finger, before turning and walking along the side of the massive mountains once more, she knew what she had to do, if not, Balerion would come.

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In the dragon pit on Dragonstone the dragons would not settle, in the massive caves beneath the lands mighty cries and calls were heard, not even Vermithor and Silverwing would settle, none of them would.
in the skies the high pitched cry of a dragon called out, the great Blood Wyrm had been flying all morning, his rider, Prince Daemon was not on him as he flew, below in a hollowed out cave was Syrax the golden, her cries had not stopped, the hatchlings were even crying out, some only just hatched, while others had been out for many years, even the wild dragons in the distance had been calling out,

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In Kingslanding the small folk, nobles, and royalty could hear the echoing cries from the dragons that resided in Kingslanding, Vhagar, who was in the forest cries could still be heard, the great earth shattering wails sending tremors through out the lands, Dreamfyre who often did not leave the dragon pit had been wailing as well, Sunfyre the young dragon was not settled, pacing in circles, and the two hatchlings were letting out screeches

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a lone figure stood on one of the rocky cliff edges, it had become night fall not to long ago, making it the witching hours, loose silver white hair whipped around the body in the wind, the moon shining on it made the figure look almost god like, light fabric joined the dancing in the wind, making it look like fire dancing in the night. A young dragon keeper spotted the figure from one of the flat rock surfaces, quickly turning and running to alert others of the presence. The young dragon keeper made his way up the rocky terrain and to one of the many castle entrances ended up crashing in to the rogue prince. the boy quickly bowed before speaking in a rushed breath,

"There is someone in the pit.. I do not rec- recognize them"
The words were almost incomprehensible through the wheezing breaths, but it was enough for the other to become on guard once more, as the commotion was happening inside the stone walls Rhaenora made her way to the entrance to one of the many caves, the wailing of dragons becoming louder, the scene in front of her was nothing but darkness, their was no light or fire to illuminate her ways, so she followed the calling of her blood

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The Prince and dragon keeper stopped, as had the cries. it was an eerie feeling as the constant sound that had not stopped for hours on end had just gone with the wind at once,
"Go back to the keep and tell the others."
With a voice as hard as the steel he carried on his hip the voice of the Prince carried through the air, the boy nodded before beginning to run once more. The prince grabbed a torch before moving in front of the small opening of the caves.
the sight that greeted him when he walked further made a cold feeling grow inside him, as if the flames and heat ad died at once, and grew frost in their place.
in front of the bronze fury, facing away from him was the figure. whispers followed the wind from within the cave, coming from everywhere as they gently went past him, the chill became even worse.
"Who are you"

His voice broke the silence, it echoed through out every chamber in the caves. when no response came he spoke once more, a firmer tone this time
"Turn around."

The figure turned their head lightly, though their face was still constructed by the silver hair, Vermithor began to let out a low grumble, shaking the ground once more.
The figure only placed a hand on the great beast, quieting the air once more,
this time the figure turned fully, purple eyes meeting one another,
"Rytsas, Daemon."
Hello

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Rhaenora slowly stepped closer, causing the man to wield dark sister,

"Step closer and you will be dead"

Daemon said, his voice still cutting clean through the air, Vermithor had started to retrieve back into the caves as the two Valyrians stayed behind,
Rhaenora continued to step forward, almost like a dragon. The two continued to observe one another, until Daemon eventually put his sword back into its sheath, her purple eyes almost seemed to pierce the man like they were blades as she slowly circled the man.
"You need not panic, I will not hurt you" Her voice once more echoed out into the cave,

"Who are you" He asked once more, though this time his voice was more curious. Rhaenora stopped in front of him, the wind causing a cool breeze to fill the air once more as she smile, sharp teeth now being showed as she answered,

"Zaldrīzes"
A Dragon

She tilted her head before laughing, Daemon became angry once more at her answer, he let out a growl like noise, only to be met with a hiss in return, as if they were no longer human and instead beasts.
They continued to stare at one another, as if they were coiling themselves, Rhaenora lifted her head up high and spoke once more, except her expression morphed into one of a more soft or understanding one,

"I do not wish to fight, i come here for a reason." With her voice steady she spoke again, letting the other talk

"Then who are you."

The wind resumed once more, whispers following as the chill seeps through the very bodies and bones

"A messenger of the gods."

Finally came her answer, and no matter what Daemon did, he believed it, he was unsure why, but as she said those words the wind became warm, and he swore he saw flames surround her, though in a blink it was gone once more. The steady and wild winds stopped once more as guards and dragon keepers enter the domain, but the eye contact did not break, not until he broke it away and turned to face the others. "Stop. do not touch her, she is with me." There were looks of confusion from the guards, but they listened none the less. Rhaenora placed the hood of her coat up once more, before following the Prince as they went up to the castle.

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The air around them was silent, the only noises was the wind and the tinkling of bells as they walked the path up to the castle, it only broke when they entered through a dark and cold hall way, it was a passage that clearly wasn't the main gates, it seemed to be more of a servants or a tunnel way.
The coolness of the night became amplified with the stone, causing frosty air to nip at their skin, Rhaenora began to hum the tune of a long forgotten song, she did not know the words as she once did, but the melody carried with her in the wind
They soon came to a stop in front of a wooden door, it opened to reveal a room, it was a meeting chamber, and in front of a fire were people,
a Valyrian woman as well as a lot of teens, 1 of them were a Velaryon, that was easy to see, but the other two only had some Valyrian features,
It took Rhaenora a second but she then recognized the woman, she put down her hood and stepped forward after the man

"Dārilaros Rhaenyra"
Princess Rhaenyra

A brief look of confusion came over the woman's face before it was gone once more, it did not take long for her to speak
"Who are you"

Rhaenora smiled at the question, as she had earlier. in the corner of her eye she saw Daemon walk over to the woman and stand with her, as if he were ready to protect if needed
"I am a friend, not foe, I come in peace"
"Then why are you here" the Velaryon girl spoke, "Your Grandmother, she is Rhaenys, yes?" Rhaenora turned her attention to the girl, waiting for her answer.
a simple and straight forward "Yes" was the answer she had received, she nodded before moving closer to the fire place, reaching her hand out to the flames carefully
"I met her many years ago, she came to me, talking of how her inheritance had been taken."

She kneels down before the fire, turning her head to look the girl in the eyes

"She asked if I would be able to do anything, change fates coarse" With a sigh she tuned and looked back into the flames
"I do not control the ways of fate though, so I was not able to in the end."
While talking the Velaryon girl looked closer at the woman before speaking for the first time,
"Your her."

A smile appeared on Rhaenora's face as the other said those two very words
The elder boy spoke this time "Who?"
Rhaenora just tilt her head at the girl, as if urging her to say who she was

"The blood witch" When those words were spoken it seemed like the fire breath life, it was flickering with colour and the flames licked at Rhaenora, her eyes seemed to turn an almost red hue, and dripping noises filled the air,
The noise of the dripping caused Rhaenyra to turn and look fully at the woman in front of the fire, the babe becoming unsettled once more inside her, her hand instinctively went to her rounded belly, "That was you"

Rhaenyra spoke towards Rhaenora, who simply nodded in return, "How?" Rhaenora stood up once more, the flames still wildly moving, now licking at her back as she spoke

"Many years ago another Valyrian woman came to me, like Rhaenys and the women before her had, her name was Visenya."

She paused talking, allowing the others to take in the information,

"She came to me, speaking of how her brother husband, Aegon planned to turn the kingdoms into one ruled land."
Rhaenora turned her head slightly and felt the flames, it was not burning her,
"She talked of how he abandoned the gods of Valyria, and turned to the faith of the seven, of how she and her sister wife Rhaenys were being forced to follow."
She redrew her hand and looked up to meet Rhaenyra's eyes,

"After her, other women in our family over the years have come to see me, those who had been told the stories of me" The whispers seemed to fill the air once more, they were spoken in High Valyrian, but they were ineligible beyond that

In Rhaenyra's mind it seemed like faint memories that were not their before came back, whether they were her own or someone else's she was unsure, but in those memories their were stories, stories of a lone woman who practiced the ways of old, a girl who was forever the same, a woman who had power no one should have.
the power of Perzys ānogār
Fyre and Blood.

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"If you cannot change fate. then why are you here"
Daemon asks Rhaenora, who was now sitting on the ground in front of the fire place,

"I cannot change fate, but the gods can." a smile appears on her face once more at those words, she moves the fire logs with her bare hands, not feeling the heat as the fire embraces her hand,
"you are going to Kings landing, yes" Rhaenora asks, her gaze still on the fire "Yes, for a petition" Rhaenyra answers, her hand still on her stomach. "The sea has claimed your son," she turns her head to look at Rhaenyra, "The drowned gods have claimed him as their own" at those words a type of relief fills Rhaenyra's body, knowing her son would be safe under the protection of the seas.

"I will come with you to Kings land,"
Rhaenora spoke as she stood up once more, the bells filling the room once more, Rhaenyra did not protest at those words, she was exhausted and had no reason to fight back, after all, who was she to try and go against the words of fyre.

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It was the hour of the dragon, meaning the sun was about to rise, and Rhaenora was outside with the others preparing to get on the boat, she was wearing a blood red Peplos with a black muslin cloth covering her head. she turned her body when someone walked next to her, she looked down and saw a child, a boy who had to be five years old, he had a full head of brown hair and dark purple eyes, but had the sharp features of a Valyrian, even as a child. She tilts her head, and the boy only simply reaches his arms up, without a second thought Rhaenora picks the boy up,

"I'm Joffrey" the boy proudly declares, "I am Rhaenora", she answers, an amused expression on her face. The child continues to chatter in her arms, even as they board the boat, only stopping when one of the elder teens came over "Joff!" the boy shrinks in her body, hiding his face in her neck "What have we told you of running off!" as he spoke it was also obvious with the dark hair and dark purple eyes, he was a Valyrian.

"My apologies, my brother does not know manners it seems." he spoke with a vigor similar to a dragons, this caused Rhaenora to laugh lightly, "You need not to apologies, curiosity is good for the mind of a hatchling"

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after a couple hours they then arrived on the docks of Kings Landing, the place was different compared to what she knew.
they were all loaded into a massive carriage, and began their way to the 'Red Keep' as it was called. when they were seated in the carriage Rhaenora pulled the veil off her head, it was wet due to the rainy weather, it wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, though it was still not favorable.

The carriage ride over was one full off tension, for multiple reasons from different people, Rhaenora paying them no mind began to pin the long braid into a spiral on the back of her head, pulling hair pins seemingly out of no where in order to hold it in place.

One of the babes either Aegon or Viserys she was unsure began to wail as the carriage ride progressed, after 10 minutes of having to hear the screaming Rhaenora got tired of it and took the babe in her own arms, which calmed them down straight away, to the surprise and relief of the nurse maid that had been holding him, she simply spoke "It was too cold for the babe, your blood did not burn is all." The other woman was confused but nodded along none the less. The closer they got the more fussy the babe became once more, instead of handing the babe back over she wrapped the now dried muslin cloth that once laid on her head and wrapped it around both her and the babe, tying him to her chest.

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They soon stepped foot off the carriage, and straight into mud. Rhaenora assumed from the face of Rhaenyra this was not how the great Kings Landing used to look, they broke off into groups from the courtyard, Lucerys and Jacerys went over to look at the fighting, while Rhaena, Joffrey and the nurse maids went to the rooms, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Rhaenora and the two youngest babes made their way to the Kings chamber's

all types of memorabilia of the faith of the seven filled the halls of the Keep, Rhaenora noticed this with a more than displeased feeling growing in her chest.

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They came to a stop in front of the Kings chambers and began to talk amongst one another, "This place is drowning in the star." Rhaenora said with a disgusted tone, Daemon grunted in agreement to her statement, with no response from Rhaenyra they all headed in. the first thing that greeted them when they walked in was a dusty and crude model of Valyria in Rhaenora's opinion, and judging by the looks of Daemon and Rhaenyra it was not always this neglected,

some type of incense filled the air, and it got stronger as they walked closer to the bed, curtains of cloth covered them from the view of the bed, when the curtain was pulled back a sight of what at first glance was thought to be a corpse greeted them. Rhaenora carefully unwrapped the babe and handed him over to Daemon, before walking around the room, observing all the medical devices, and not to her surprise most of them would have been making his condition worsen over time, the Maesters of the seven never were good in her opinion.

She saw Daemon sniff a cup that had been on the bed side of the king, the two made eye contact and she walked over to him, and sniffed the cup that was in his hand, Milk of the Poppy, it was a drug that made one barely conscious most the time, she continued to listen and observe, even as Rhaenyra and Daemon walked out. She took their place at the kings bedside and watched him, he would die in the next two days, she could feel it,

"Ānogar sentys."
Blood killer

she simply spoke before walking out and back to where Rhaenyra and Daemon were, their was now another woman with them, and the babes were gone. she paid the woman no mind and looked at Rhaenyra and Daemon, before simply shaking her head, they both knew that meant he would not live long.

the other woman started to speak once more, it was then Rhaenora got a good look at her, she was wearing a deep green dress, with seven pointed star embolisms all over.
the woman than took notice of her, "And who is this?"
Rhaenora felt her gaze observing her, "I am Rhaenora, my Queen."
She had no idea if she was the queen but she assumed so given the situation,

"Rhaenora came with us from Dragonstone, she is a.. healer of sort" Rhaenyra spoke to the Queen, Rhaenora nodded towards her before stepping closer to Daemon and Rhaenyra "I will go find the children" her accented common tongue got a reaction from the queen, though it was only a brief and slight one it was still once of recognition, she nodded to the woman once more before leaving the chambers.

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She weaved through the keep, not knowing where she was going, just simply following the pulse of dragons blood, and it had led her to a courtyard of sort, where Lucerys and Jacerys were.
she walked over to the two, they were watching two people fight,

"Rytsas"
Hello

The two jumped at her sudden appearance which in return made the woman smile, they cleared way for her to see the fight as well, it was a Valyrian man fighting with what seemed to be a Dornish man.
the fight soon came to an end, and the Valyrian man turned to face the three of them, he had an eye patch that covered a jagged scar that ran from his brow to his cheek, he knew the two teen boys, but not Rhaenora,
"Nephews. come to train." the man had a condescending tone as he spoke to the two, Rhaenora simply continued to observe him, her eyes piercing harder and sharper than Valyrian steel.
Their attention soon got taken away by a section of house Velaryon coming through, it was Vaemond Velaryon. the man made eye contact with Lucerys and smirked at him, but it soon dropped when he made eye contact with Rhaenora who was standing next to him.

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When nightfall had come they had all been shown to their apartments, the only thing was, was that the chambers were all connected, it did not mind Rhaenora, though she could tell the other's were worried how e would react.

"Who will I be sleeping with in the chambers?" at her words Jacerys choked, making Rhaenora give him a weird look before looking at the others once more. she could see the hesitation in their faces so she spoke up once more "I will sleep in the nursery with the babes"

Rhaenyra answered quickly "No, that would be bad, they will wake all hours of the night, I will not force that upon you"

When still discussing the sleeping arrangements servants came in and brought food with them, more than Rhaenora had seen in years that was all in one place, she raised her eyebrows slightly at the sight "I have not seen so much food at once in a long time." the hatchling, Joffrey spoke up "Why is that?" Rhaenora gave a smile at the boy before answering,

"I only needed food for myself Zaldrīzītsos" Joffrey smiled at her once more before devouring a piece of meat.
Little dragon

As they all continued to eat together it came to the notice of the others that the meats Rhaenora was eating were all that were either bloody or somewhat raw, Lucerys, who had been sitting next to her at the large rounded table gave a slight puzzled look at her food.

"Try" Rhaenora said with some of the raw meat in her hand, it was clear this was not a suggestion. With hesitance Lucerys opened his mouth and allowed Rhaenora to put it in his mouth, before retracting her hand and gesturing for him to chew,

and to his surprise it actually tasted amazing, it was even better than some of the rare royal foods "How?" was the only word he managed to get out, and Rhaenora simply chuckled at his words before speaking around her own piece of meat that was in her mouth

"We are dragons Taoba, no matter how much salt you have in your blood" Lucerys only flushed slightly in embarrassment before going back to eating, this time with a bit of the bloody meat on his plate

While dinner still went on as they all talked amongst one another, though it was mainly Rhaenora trying to teach Jacerys random Valyrian words, it made the flames around them grow with an almost unknown warmth, one Rhaenora had not felt in a long time, one of home.

Rhaenora held baby Aegon in her lap while feeding him a bit of bloodied meat, the others watching to see if he would like it, when he wriggled in her lap and tried to bite her fingers for more it caused them to laugh at his eagerness.

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When the hour grew late they all began to leave to settle for bed, Rhaenora going to the babes nursery where a small day bed was set.

A small tub for bathing was brought into the nursery for the babes, and soon after another was brought in, this one larger, it was for Rhaenora, as if they sensed her hesitance a divider that had dragons painted on it was brought in front of the tub, no one would be able to see through it.

She carefully took of all her jewelry and bells, then taking of her clothing, it revealed scars all over her body, they weren't slash marks or cuts, they was old runes and glyphs carved into her skin, their must have been hundreds that decorated her body, along with the carvings laid lines and swirls of red, tattoos that almost looked like fire flowing through her blood.

she began to unpin her hair when she dropped one, it was sighted just outside the screen, carefully with one hand holding her hand she she forward and knelt down to grab the pin,

a gasp was heard in the chamber, it filling the walls, one of the serving girls was looking at her skin in shock, Rhaenora only looked at her, this was the reason why she was hesitant to bathe while others were near.

She simply just sighed and went back behind the divider. she continued to take out the rest of the pins until she was able to lay her hair down, the whispers of the servants could be heard as she bathed, to escape the noise she submerged her body under the water, and it was silent.

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Though the silence did not last long as she soon opened her eyes, just to be met with 14 pits of flames, this place had become a familiar place to her over time,

The blood flowed down her arms as normal, but a wetness was on her cheeks, the blood started to now spill from her eyes as well

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A serving girl cried out in pain as she tried to bring Rhaenora up from under the water, only for it to start bubbling with heat, she would be boiled alive

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Rhaenora looked up again to be met with a pair of blood red eyes, Balerion

She lowers her gaze and bows her head, the heat nipping at her bare skin as the blood continued to flow down her arms, but also down her face and neck, creating a channel between her breast

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The babes Aegon and Viserys started to wail as well due to the chaos around them, the serving girl still screaming in pain with her hands that were boiled,. making the flesh peal away and turn a fleshy red colour as if it exposed to the air

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Rhaenora's chin is lifted, though the hand is different, this time it was Syrax, The Goddess of chaos among other's, her breath smelt of rich wine as she leaned close towards her and to her ear

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Rhaenyra and Daemon rush in with urgency, hearing the screams, they are greeted by the sight of servants standing back in shock and fear as one of the girls wails in pain about her hands, while bubbling water in a tub is shown, and with a closer look white hair is floating at the top of the tub, the rest still attached to the head that was submerged

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Syrax did not speak, only laughed and then Rhaenora was being pulled out of the dream.

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Daemon, seeing her body beneath the water lunged forward and grabbed her body, not getting boiled by the water, the shock of seeing the tattoos and carvings got placed in the back of his mind as he fell back to the ground with her body.

Rhaenora opened her eyes once more, not caring about the chaos around her and only thinking about what the dream had possibly meant, but the only thing she did know about it, death and chaos was to come

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she heaved out a breath as she was pulled out of the bath, standing up from Daemons hold and walked over to a mirror that was in the room, she had new markings, the red swirls creeped up her neck now, although they did not extend to her face,

a puddle formed beneath her of water and blood, the water was dripping from her hair, but the blood was dripping from her arms, she looked closer at them, new carvings appeared, it was the ancient glyph for chaos, and another glyph for death, Syrax and Balerion.

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She began to pace the room, muttering to herself in Valyrian, "What the fuck was that." Daemons voice stopped her, she hissed at him before responding "Jaehossa"
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             The gods

She spoke in Valyrian as to not alarm the serving girls, and to keep privacy between them, Rhaenora walked over to the chaise where a simple linen night gown was laid out for her, putting it on and walking over to Rhaenyra,

She leaned up to her ear before whispering "Chaos and death will come."

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she began to mutter once more as she walked out of the nursery, leaving the chaos behind her as she went to the main room of the chambers to sit in front of the fire. She began to braid her hair in a style of old Valyria whilst looking into the fire, letting it dry her body and hair while also trying to get a sign as of what the dream had meant, though no answer came.

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she soon headed back to the nursery, but when she returned all traces of the accident was gone, it became a simply room once more. Rhaenyra and Daemon were in the room, putting the babes to sleep, their were no nursemaids present in the room, meaning they had been dismissed for the night.
She paid them no mind except for a simple nod, before going to the day bed, and laying her head down to sleep

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When she next woke up it had to have still been the middle of the night, and one of the babes were crying, she opened her eyes to see Rhaenyra sitting on a chaise, holding Viserys to her chest, feeding him,

she watched the two, a feeling of familiarity followed her, going in circles in her mind, searching for lost memories,

The babe would not hush, pulling away and wailing, on instinct Rhaenora got up and made her way over to the two, gesturing for the babe, "Did he wake you" Rhaenyra speaks while pulling the intricate night gown up,

"Daor"
No

She simply spoke, taking the babe to the fire place and sitting before it, she rocked her body back and forth with the wailing and squirming babe in a tight hold to her chest, she then began to sing a song, one she had not sung in a long time

"Nyke gīmigon ao, nyke geron rūsīr ao istin bē nykeā ēdrurys"
           I know you, I walk with you one upon a dream

as she sang the babe began to calm down, as she sang the song Viserys soon fell asleep once more and Rhaenora placed him back in the cradle before turning to Rhaenyra

"He is sleeping" She simply said

"you are amazing with children" Rhaenyra said softly to her, Rhaenora grinned before speaking "The blood mages temple, it was also a home for unwanted children and people, from babes just hours old, or even hatchlings and dragons were welcomed, those who did not have a place were given one."

"You were at the blood mages temple?" Rhaenyra askes, a look of awe on her face,

Rhaenora lets out a bark of laughter before speaking once more "I created the blood mages temple, I made blood magic"

A feeling she had not had before runs through Rhaenyra, it was a mixture of intrigue, fear, and disbelief, how had she created such a powerful and dark force of nature by herself, but then again, a woman who looked to only be a girl of ten and five was over six hundred years old.

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Rhaenora woke once more in the early hours of the morning, this time for good. She head over to the small chest that held all her items, amongst the items were ceremonial robes and jewelry, she brought them with her from Valyria, and today, she would wear them once more.

A headpiece full of Valyrian steal, and jewels, intwined around curved dragon bone, the bones glistening black like obsidian. a shear red veil covered her face, the robes a black colour with red bleeding up the arms and bottom of it, a neck piece and extended over the breast made of Valyrian steel with hanging chains and gems of all kind covering it.

The Valyrian steel had engravings all over, but their were ones that repeated over and over Perzys ānogār
Fire and Blood

and the fourteen names of the gods, Arrax, Aegarax, Balerion, Caraxes, Gaelithox, Meleys Meraxes, Shrykos, Syrax, Tessarion Tyraxes, Vermax, Vermithor, and Vhagar.

Her wearing this was a clear sign of dominance, of that her house survived the great doom of Valyria, and would not be falling anytime soon, that their bloodline would continue.

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it was almost as if she glided when she walked to the main chamber, the sway of the robes and of steel tendrils made the gliding appearance enhanced.

Rhaenora made her way over to the fireplace and sat before it, placing her hand over the not yet lit coal logs, and at once it became a bellowing flame, the red of her tattoos becoming even more vibrant, like the fire was flowing within the lines.

Rhaenora can hear someone walk into the main chamber from one of the apartments, it was Rhaena, the Velaryon girl, she had also walked over to the fire place and sat down at one of the surrounding chaises,

Rhaena did not speak as she observed the other, taking in the details of her clothing, the curved horns and intricate details caught her attention next, "Is that dragon bone?"

Rhaena asked, not in a judgmental way but in a kind and curious way "Issa" was Rhaenora's answer, she gently took the head piece of and stood up. she walked in front of the girl and sat down once more, kneeling before her,

"Feel," Rhaenora said, it wasn't a question as she laid the piece out, splayed in her grasp. Rhaena carefully and tentatively traced along the curved bone, admiring ever detail, Rhaenora simply watched her reactions, smiling at the awed expression on her face as she took in the piece,

"Would you like me to style your hair in the ways of Valyria" Rhaenora asked her, Rhaena being shocked at the question took a moment to respond, "Oh, of course, my apologies" Rhaenora simply nodded, standing up and placing the head piece back on.

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Rhaenyra and Daemon walked into the main chamber, greeted with the sight of Rhaenora standing above Rhaena on the chaise, weaving and braiding her locks in an intricate way, one that somewhat mimicked what Rhaenora's own hair looked like.

"You are awake" Rhaenora called out, not loosing focus from Rhaena's hair, only looking at them through the blood red veil once done,

"Ah, yes" was Rhaenyra's response, taking in the sight of Rhaenora, the jingles of the bells tied to her feet seemed to echo through out the chamber as Rhaenora moved to sit back down in front of the fire once more.

"What are you wearing" came Daemons question, it was not one of rudeness, but of a curious one "I am wearing the robes and pieces I wore at the temple of blood magic" at her answer it seemed to only create more chaos in the room. this time though Rhaena asked the next question "Did all the mages wear such clothing?"

"No, it is only I who wears these robes, as I was the creator of the magic, I bear the horns of a dragon, and the robes dyed with dragons blood."

at Rhaenora's response Daemon had an inquisitive look, mixed with pride in a way, to think that it was his ancestor that created the magic that ruled over Valyria, while Rhaena had a look of awe as well as one of admiration.

soon the others filed into the main chambers, and it was soon time for the court to begin.

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Some hours had passed, and it was now time for the hearing to begin for the petition, inside the great hall on the iron throne sat Otto Hightower, next to him Alicent Hightower, the green Queen. Rhaenora's gaze pierced the two underneath the veil, her eyes were sharp and pointed as a dragons.

she observed the two, the green Queen was envy as a person, a girl who was hurt, and the hand, Otto Hightower, greed and lust. the emotions rolled of the two in great bellowing waves, though it was only Rhaenora who could see it, the emotions still affected the others in the great hall, making people on edge in the stifling atmosphere,

The small group of Velaryons that supported Vaemond's claim stood separate from the large hoard that were there to show their support for Rhaenyra and Lucerys, among them, Rhaenys Targaryen. 

It had been a while since she had last saw the woman, she was still the strong woman she was all those years ago, Rhaenys looked over and met her gaze, a shocked look glazed over her eyes, though her outer expression showed nothing, Rhaenora nods at her, before turning back to the throne.

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As more people file into the room, the petition begins.

As Vaemond speaks angrily Rhaenora does not listen, paying the man no mind she observed the tracings of fyre, chaos lingered around as the speech went on, death slowly creeping into the room,

It clung to the man, but also something approaching. Rhaenora's head lightly turns upwards,

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, first of his name. King of the Andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the seven Kingdoms, And protector of the Realm"

The Knights voice cuts through the room, the grand doors opening to reveal the king, Rhaenora was honestly shocked the  man was able to get out of bed, as he seemed to be more of a corpse than a man, she was soon brought out of her thoughts by the man dropping his crown, it was symbolic in a way, as it showed how he was no longer a king, as he was not ruling his own kingdom.

She watched as Daemon went up and helped him, she did not linger though, going back to her own thoughts, the freshly carved runes had yet to stop bleeding, the sound of slow and steady dripping  filled into the background of the throne room.

It steadily became louder as the petition went on. Rhaenora smiled under the veil as the dripping became a pouring,

"HER CHILDREN ARE BARSTARDS. AND SHE IS A WHORE"

"I shall have your tongue for that!" Her laughter became drowned out as the gasps filled the room, the mans head was sliced in half.

Her sharp teeth gleamed beneath the veil as she smiled, the blood dripping down her forearms and fingers stopped flowing, Her head snapped to the king, and a moment later he became hunched over, groaning in pain. 

As the members of the court were ushered out of the room the Valyrians stayed, watching as the King was brought out of the throne room, Rhaenora simply stepped forward, grabbing the attention of the Velaryon's and Targaryen's, as she moved towards the body,

The ends of her dress becoming coated in blood as she stepped, though she paid it no mind, her veil shifting as she bent down, Those drowned in green watched as she simply dragged a finger through the blood, and brought it under her veil, the shadow of her face was not visible, but it was obvious what she was doing,

As she placed her hand by her side it was clean, the mad woman had drunk the blood. Rhaenora moved back to the Blacks, the blood now dragging from the bottom of her dress.

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They returned to their chambers soon after, Rhaenys following with, Baela was also brought along, confused of why her Grandmother was going with them, but she did not question it as she seemed urgent.

As soon as they entered the chambers Rhaenys called out her name. "Rhaenora."
Said woman turned her body to now face her, her voice as smooth as silk as it came from behind the veil "Rhaenys, my fierce girl." Rhaenora says as she walks closer to the woman, resting her hand onto her face, "You have grown into a beautiful woman."

Rhaenys was confused, why had she left her home? why now. the thoughts were pushed aside as she turned to Baela, holding her arm she gently guides her to stand next to her "This is my Granddaughter, Baela"

Rhaenora observed the girl, gently resting her hand on the girls face as she had done for Rhaenys. smiling under her veil she spoke again "You are of fire and smoke" before stepping back and walking to a small table. she took the veil off, placing it onto the wooden surface, before turning and facing the others, some of her hair becoming loose in the process made her look almost like a messenger of the seven as spoken in the scriptures.

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A feast had been arranged, the family were to come, Rhaenys was not to come, as she was to go and see the silent sisters about Vaemond, Rhaenora was to take her place.

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Rhaenora had changed into a red peplos, tied with a black twisting rope, pinned together with Valyrian steel pins, inscribed with dragons. "For the dinner, you will have to wear a more.. recent dress, if that is alright with you?" Rhaenyra says to her as they all sit on the chaises. 

Rhaenora only hums in agreement, looking at the fire as if it were to jump out at her at any moment, 

she feels a light tug on her dress and looks down, Aegon had crawled up to her, without a second thought she picks the babe up and puts him in the corner of her elbow, patting his side as she continues to not break gaze with the fire.

she only looks down when she feels something on her leg, it was blood, she looked down to see a cut, it looked like it was from a claw of some kind, she knew this was a message, as she had thousands of these types on her body, this was not new to her, as she was the messenger that the gods chose, she was the one who would communicate for them, walk the earth for them, speak their words, dream of the fyre that burnt so bright.

"You are bleeding"
Came the small voice of Rhaena, she set down her book before walking over to Rhaenora, a handkerchief embroidered with dragons is placed on the cut, soaking up the blood and attempting to stop the flow.

As Rhaena soaked the blood up she couldn't help but notice the colour of it, it was red yes, but it almost had a golden shimmer to it, but the more she looked the more prominent it became. 

she forced her eyes up, her gaze meeting Rhaenora's, who was simply watching her, Rhaena told herself it was the light, but she knew it was no light that made it shimmer, she just could not explain why.

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As it soon became time for the dinner Rhaenora was shown a dress, it was black and red, with gold detailing, with long sleeves, and a deep cut neck, crystals embroidered along the top of the dress.  

Her scars being visible across her pale skin, littered across the expanse of her skin, but she paid the skin no mind as she braided her hair.

"Your skin"
The timid voice of Lucerys carried through out, Rhaenora only smiled and huffed out laughter before replying, "They do not hurt anymore little sea. You need not worry."

The boy only nodded, flustered because he spoke instead of keeping it in his mind, and for being called the name.

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As it got closer to the dinner the room became more stifling, worried for what may come. Rhaenora walks over to where Rhaenyra was helping put the babes to sleep, "Rhaenyra," her smooth voice came out, careful as to not wake the babes. Rhaenyra turns to her, accepting her helping hand with standing up and allowing the other to guide her outside the room.

"You must not leave. it is important you do not, not matter what happens" This time the softness was gone, it was still smooth, but as sharp as a blades edge, cutting through the air.

"Why, what will happen?" the curious and serious voice of Rhaenyra answers her, but Rhaenora only shakes her head. as the others come into the room at that moment, the dinner is about to begin.

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Together they walk to the dining chambers. As they arrive at the entrance there is no sound coming out from any of them, only moving when they are announced, once inside it became even more stifling, the others were already there. 

They did not interact with them as they all sat down, Rhaenora being sat between the eldest son the the Green Queen and Jacerys, no one spoke until the king arrived, hobbling over, helped by a guard.

Between wheezes the king manages to speak "How good it is to see you all tonight... together."
Rhaenyra gave her father a small smile, clearly not one of joy, before the king speaks once more, moving to remove the golden mask that hid half of his face, "I wish you to see me as I am," he says. "Not just a king, but your father, your brother, your husband, your grandsire, who may not, it seems, walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the house of the dragon remains divided. Set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown then for the sake of this old man, who loves you all so dearly." 

The mask was hiding half of a rotting face, no longer having an eye, the skin gaunt and pulled back, shuddering breaths fill the air, looking away from the sight, but Rhaenora just watched him, looking at the man, or corpse to be more accurate, only looking away when Lucerys made a small noise of discomfort, the Queen then states "Prayer before we begin?" With a small nod from the king she begins. 

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long..  And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest."

The Queen clasps her hands together in prayer, some joining her, Rhaenora just raises a brow and watches, her eyes snapping to the queen when she spoke "You do not pray?"
which Rhaenora responds to her with a dead tone, but a hint of smile on her face "I do not follow the seven."

Daemon huffs out laughter as she speaks, Rhaenyra clears her throat, trying to break the tension before the king spoke once more

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young princes... and their betrothed."

The breathy words seemed to brake the harshness of the atmosphere, Rhaenora nodding towards the two lots in recognition, though the moment peace was broken when the eldest child of the Queen, Aegon, she had been told his name was leaned his body behind Rhaenora's chair and mockingly whispered to Jacerys and Baela

"Well done Jace, you'll finally get to lay with a woman" Rhaenora rolls her eyes, stopping when Lucerys was wished luck as his affirming seat as Lord of the Tides, she smiled at the boy, she had grown fond of him in the days she knew him.

"-You do know how the act is done, I assume, where to put your cock and all" Aegon's teasing voice continued, Baela cutting him off "Let it be cousin."

"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed." Jacerys says firmly, Aegon humming in response, 

Rhaenyra stands up, looking towards the queen I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology."

Alicent's mask cracks at those words, the one she spent years crafting, like fine pottery it cracks at a simple sentence, shakily she raises her goblet towards her friend, the person who she use to shine for "Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. I raise my cup to you and to your house.. You will make a fine queen."

Rhaenora watched the two, it was clear they once burned for one another long ago, she then tuned her attention back to the drunkard prince as he leans further over "I, um... I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask."

Jacerys slams his fist on the table as he stands up, "Jace" came Rhaenyra's warning reply, "To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth. And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles."

Lucerys just sips his drink, Aegon mutters something to him, but Rhaenora is watching the girl, the only daughter of the queen "Beware of the beast beneath the boards" She recognized what was happening to the girl, she was a dragon dreamer, she than stood up, holding her drink in one hand she spoke "I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk."

Rhaenora watched the girl, music soon played and Jacerys went up to Helaena, offering a dance to her, she watched as the two danced. "Rhaenora, join us" Jacerys' voice suddenly called out, which she smiled and stood up, walking over to the two

"I do not know any of the more 'recent dances," Jacerys laughed and spoke teasingly "Oh come on" She smiled in return before gesturing for the two "Try to keep up then"

She began showing the two how to do a dance of old, they would weave though one another's arms, before creating a winding circle, clapping on beat, one person ducking under, than the next, and over and over, going faster as it went.

Laughter and joy suddenly filled the room as they went the faster they got the quicker the music played, and just as the beat reached its peak Rhaenora pulled the two down with her, making all three of them end up on the ground, laughing.

"That is how we dance!" Rhaenora called out with a breathless voice, before they all went back to the table, the three of them had flushed cheeks, as well as being red they were also hurting from smiling so much. They sit down and Lucerys makes a small snickering noise as a pig is put in front of him.

Aemond stood up, slamming his fist, "Guards. Please sit down." Alicent's voice softly says, though it is gone unheard as Aemond then Proceeds, the music stopping. "Final tribute. To the health of my nephews, Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... strong. Come... let us drain our cups to these three... Strong boys." Jacerys stood up, "I dare you to say that again" his anger evident in his tone and body "Aemond" the voice of the hand, firm.

 "Why? Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" Jacerys moves, "Jace!" Rhaenyra's voice calls out "That is enough" The voice of the queen follows after hers.

As Aemond went to lunge across the floor he stopped. His body stopped, he could not move, it felt as though his blood was boiling within. as Jacerys goes to move his feet are stuck, his body wouldn't move, he tries to open his mouth but Rhaenora speaks, casting silence over the chamber

"You need not try to move. You won't be able to either way." She sips from her goblet, humming at the taste, Lucerys goes to stand up "Lucerys." she warns him, holding him still,

"I will let go when you all calm down." Her eyes seem to have an almost reddish tinge to them as she controls their blood, holding them still. "Rhaenora.." Rhaenyra's voice comes out low, with a sigh she lets go of the control, sipping from the goblet once more as the others regain senses from their bodies. 

The King suddenly hunches over, groaning, the guards soon take him away, Rhaenora going and standing over with Rhaenyra and Daemon, "Go be with your Father Rhaenyra, Daemon and I will care for the others, Balerion will visit him tonight." Rhaenyra knew this was coming, but it all felt to real, it was truly happening, she could only manage to nod, Alicent then walks over, Rhaenora walks away, leaving them for privacy, Daemon follows her.

"How did you do that?" His voice was hushed, "I am a blood mage," Was all Rhaenora said, before going and rounding the others up to return to their chambers.

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As Rhaenyra stayed behind to head to her father's chambers, the others headed back to the compartments, Rhaenora was behind them, almost as if she was watching guard over the group, Jacerys moved with an uneasy expression, he was angry and confused as of what had happened, how Rhaenora was able to easily take control over him, and how he wasn't able to fight back.

Meanwhile Rhaenora was thinking, thinking about how she would come face to face with death once more. It was as if her brain was far away from her body, as though it moved on its own accord,

Daemon ushers everyone into the compartments, sending them all to their respective chambers, Rhaenora included. She headed to the nursery, in there being the two babes and the young Joffrey all sound asleep, a nurse maid stood off to the side, Rhaenora nodded to her, the maid then bowing and quickly walking away.

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In the chamber of King Viserys laid a man who was more of a shell than man, by his side stood Rhaenyra and Alicent. as the king mumbled with no sense Rhaenora grabs his hand, and for the last time she was once more a little girl grasping her fathers hand, for the last time she would be his little delight, "Aegon.." Both women look towards him "The Prince that was promised" Rhaenyra smiles sadly, while Alicent froze, Rhaenyra continued the words though "From his will be the song of ice and fire"

Alicent looked to Rhaenyra, confusion present before Rhaenyra speaks "It has been passed down from king to heir since Aegon the conqueror, he had a prophecy come to him in a dream, how a Targaryen would be born, and they would unite the seven kingdoms"

Alicent just nods, confused, but also somewhat relieved it wasn't about her son, for what Mother truly wanted their son to be King

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Some hours had passed since then, and in the dead of night Rhaenora wakes, her eyes snapping open as she felt the presence of death, the smell of pomegranate and something sweet followed, she stepped out from the bed, following the smell. it led her to a balcony that over looked the sea, there stood a figure, clad in black, flowing hair, as white as the purist snow. clawed hands rested on the edge as black as dragon bone, she took a step forward, her vison suddenly getting clouded by black mist.

she then felt one of the hands hold her chin in place, amethyst eyes with black sclera's observe her face, she leans into the hand, allowing the black mist engulf her, one of the sharp claws drags along her face, leaving a cut which then begins to ooze with blood, the figures tongue unfurling and licking the red and gold off her cheek.

grabbing the smoothed down dragon glass pin from her hair she stabs it into where the heart of the figure would be, pulling it back to reveal golden ichor, curling her own tongue over the glass, the ichor burned in her mouth as if it were fyre, but she swallowed it without a noise, allowing the fyre to infuse within her body.

the figure leans closer, to where their lips almost touched, whispering to her 
"īlon rhaenagon arlī issa jorrāelagon" 
           we meet again my love
Before dissolving into the black mist, on the ground leaving Rhaenora standing there, blood smudged across her cheek.

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Over a thousand years ago in a pool of blood laid a bare girl, fair skin stained with blood, white hair now a rusty colour, as the girl screamed with anguish, in her hands laid a dragon glass dagger, screaming as she rammed the knife into her heart, only to find she would not die, no matter how many times she stabbed. 

With a final scream she threw the knife away from her, it skidding across the floor, stopping when it hits a foot, the figure clad in black stepped closer, purple and black eyes gleaming from beyond the shadows of hair.

He walked to the hunched over shaking figure, blood painting the souls of his feet, they paid it no mind as they stopped before her "Skoro syt emagon ao qrimbrōstan issa sīr"
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Why have you cursed me so

The hoarse voice of Rhaenora came out. but no answer came.

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 As the King Viserys breaths his last breath Rhaenyra's head snaps up, the sound of light footsteps comes from every corner of the room, Alicent lifts her own head, seemingly also hearing the sounds.

The earie noise becomes more prominent, until from the shadow of the room, two eyes become visible. Rhaenyra is stopped, looking into the eyes, she feels as though she has seen them before, long ago. they were in the reflection of her Mother's eyes before she was butchered, in Ser Harwin's eyes before he set off, and in her own Father's eyes moments before. Balerion had come.

She simply nodded her head, Alicent looking in the direction, then becoming as pale as the septons cloaks. "The stranger" She whispered. 

"I have been called many names." The voice called out, almost as if it were being carried by whispers. "But my true name is Balerion."

They then walk closer to the bed, looking over at the corpse. they extend their hand, point one of the pitch black claws to the forehead of the body, one final exhale leaving the body, as if his soul was free from his body. 

Balerion nods towards Rhaenyra "I wish you luck. Queen of dragons." was said before they descended back to the shadows, disappearing beyond the mortal realm once more.

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Mere minutes after meeting Balerion, Alicent, still pale and shaking speaks, "The woman.. the one you brought with you from Dragonstone. She is no healer.. is she" Alicent's voice comes out weary, Rhaenyra, her eyes not yet leaving her father's corpse speaks "No, she is not. But I also cannot tell you, it is not my place"

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Rhaenora made her way from the balcony to the main room in the apartments, sitting in front of the fire in a kneeling position, without a sound blood began to run down her face, she was crying. 

She stood up, the blood now dripping onto the white shift she was wearing, the golden swirls in it creating a pattern, almost looking like lava. Walking to a wall, she place her hand out, resting it flat, and the door opened. She followed the winding paths, seemingly leading to no where as she moved through them like a whisp. 

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"At Dawn the news will be sent out to all the lords, and I will be crowned"
Rhaenyra said, her eyes finally lifting off the corpse for what felt like an eternity, "My fathers body will then be brought to Dragonstone, and burned to join our ancestors."

Their was no arguing with her words, it was just. so Alicent nodded, she knew she had no power now, she had lost the game of thrones, and she accepted it, for it was either that or be killed.

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The path finally found its end as Rhaenora walked, it leaded out past the great wall surround Kingslanding and went to the Kingswoods, The blood coming down her neck, finding place within the markings that were all connected throughout her body, her arms were on full display, meaning the carvings and slashes were being kissed by the harsh cold air of the night, 

Moving through the woods she makes her way to the sound of breathing, these breaths were from a great beast, one who she was familiar with.

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Aemond could not sleep, something felt wrong, he sat up in the bed, the sapphire gleaming in the fires light of the hearth. He stood out of bed, placing on simple clothing, before placing the eyepatch on once more and going out to the stables, as perhaps seeing Vhagar would make him feel like he was in control.

As he rode out the smell of iron followed, it was only faint, but it continued, as if it were permeating through out the woods, the smell becoming stronger as he got closer.
He got off the horse and  tired it to a winding trunk of a tree, carefully stepping towards Vhagar. as he got close the smell was there, as though there was a fresh corpse bleeding  

He rounds the large trees and fauna, only to be greeted to a woman touching Vhagar, she had long white hair and a white shift, from the back, she looked to be as pure as snow. But as she turned, the blood dripping from her eyes, the golden shimmer, she looked like one of the beasts that they spoke of in the book of the seven. How they lured people in before devouring them, breathing fire upon its victims.

The forest surrounding the two became silent, the sound of dripping filled the air. Aemond put his hand on his dagger that was kept in the waist of his belt, not taking his eye off her, "You are her rider"
The accented voice came out steady with no breaks, "Yes." Came his response, she only nodded and turned back to Vhagar, the dragon remained calm, with its eyes closed and breathing steady, Aemond could do nothing but watch.

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Rhaenyra sat next to the bed where the corpse still laid, rubbing her stomach, trying to ease the babe within, though it proved to be fruitless as they would not stop kicking within her womb, she stood up, leaving her father's side before moving to the hearth, watching the flames her vision becomes cloudy, closing her eyes as she finally allows herself to cry, no longer caring for the fact that Alicent would see her, the pain she felt when she lost her mother was back, the same pain she also felt when she became the heir, for she would be Queen when the sun rose.

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Aemond leaned against a tree, not taking he eye off of her, and he then had a realization, she was no ordinary person. No, she was too sharp, her features were to pointed, her eyes almost looked like slits, her skin was pale and her veins were all visible under her skin,
she had red markings of kind, swirling along her limbs, seemingly illuminating the dark sky, everything about her made him uneasy, it was as if she wasn't completely human, he felt like he was prey in front of a predator, a predator that would hunt him down and tear apart his fresh corpse before feasting upon his flesh and blood.

Running her hands along Vhagar's side once more Rhaenora whispered prayers under her breath, "May the fires guide you great one" before taking a step back, and turning to leave, Aemond did not stop her, something in him wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

Walking along the forest as she made her way back to the keep she suddenly stopped, the sound of brush filled the air, turning her head through a gap in the trees stood a White hart, they were simply observing one another, She nodded her head before moving on, a call sounded out. 

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at that moment the news of the kings death was revealed to the council. Rhaenyra paced the council room, rubbing her stomach as she walks backwards and forwards, a look of pain flashing across her face every couples of seconds, the other members of the council sat in their chairs, watching as she paced. "My Father the King is dead. I will be crowned on the morrow" The members looked at one another before Otto spoke up "Princess-"

 "You will respect her majesty appropriately." Daemon cut him off, stepping up, his hands resting on the hilt of Dark Sister. The silence in the room is then cut off by a wail, Rhaenyra almost collapses, leaning her body weight onto the table. She quickly lifts her skirts enough for her to get her hand under, pulling it back to reveal blood. "The Babe is coming"

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Rhaenora comes out of the wall, the blood still pouring down her face, she then stops, listening before hurrying towards the noise. 
In the royal chambers was Rhaenyra, crying out in pain, she was wearing a white shift, her whole body sweaty as she walked around the room, a Maester in the distance talking to Daemon, "It is to early, the babe is not to term" He was then cut off by Rhaenyra walking over "Well its fucking happening."

"Rhaenyra" She turned to the sound, there stood Rhaenora, she could only remain her composure for a second before she almost collapsed due to pain, only to be held up by Rhaenora, "Out. all of you." 

at the commanding tone of Rhaenora everyone followed the order, Daemon standing before the doorway just nodded before standing outside, keeping guard.

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The court was in dismay, the king was dead, and his heir was giving birth to a babe who was to be born to early. But the only thing the high lords could think about was that woman who was brought from Dragonstone, there was something about her that made them feel uneasy.

Perhaps it was the fact her nails were always a bit to sharp, or mayhap it was as though she knew every secret and every little detail, none of them had ever seen this woman's face, they did not know what she looked like, some in the courts whispered that under her veil their was no face, instead it was a hole that led to the pits of the seven hell's and it would suck you in and consume you if you got to close.

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With a sharp scream Rhaenyra leans against a pillar, she was exhausted, she had been laboring in pain for hours, the only thing coming out was blood.
 Rhaenora guided her to sit on the floor, until she spoke, breaking the haunting silence filled between each wail.

"I lied when I first met you. I told you I cannot change fates course, in truth I can. We are the very creators of blood magick, the same blood that runs through the veins of everything. Living or not. By changing this fate, a price must be paid. one of fire and blood"

"Please. Do what you must, make my babe live!"
In between the shouts of pain, tears flowed down Rhaenyra's face as she spoke, desperate for this pain to end, she just wanted to hold her babe.

It was as if something over came Rhaenora at those words, without moving all the candles and hearths lit, Rhaenora's eyes having a red tinge as she began to speak, though you could not hear it, it was as though she was whispering from each flame 

an almost halo of darkness covered Kings landing, thunder so loud it sounded like a dragon roaring across the lands, as though the whole of the city was to be swallowed and consumed by the great maw of black sharp teeth.

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Rhaenyra was still screaming in pain as the wind whipped and lashed against the stone and glass, the flames flickering as Rhaenora continued to whisper, her eyes now a full blood red colour, blood dripping now from her arms as well as her eyes, grabbing the dragon glass pin, still covered in golden ichor from her hair she sliced one of her palms open,
standing closer to Rhaenyra she let the blood drip onto her stomach, you were able to see the babe inside her womb, almost as if it was trying to claw its way out,

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The people of Kings landing were in dismay, outside it looked as though the Seven Hells were about to rain fire down on them all at once

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As the blood pools down Rhaenyra, the golden swirls almost seeping into her skin. Rhaenora leans down, resting on her knee's, helping Rhaenyra also onto her knees she "You must push My Queen" 

Rhaenyra could only shake her head, gritting her teeth in pain trying not to scream out in pain, hissing at Rhaenora who only made her lean against her chest, "You must, otherwise you and your babe will die."

Trembling in pain Rhaenyra grips onto Rhaenora, as she grips onto her trembling, Rhaenora reaches her hand down to feel if the babe was crowning, feeling whisps of hair she pushes gently against her abdomen, forcing the babe out more, once the head was out she gently pulled and maneuvered the babe out. 

With a wet splash and almost popping noise the babe fully comes out, blood coating everything surrounding the two on the ground, with heaving breaths Rhaenyra leans back, crying blood smeared over her whole body, Rhaenora holds the babe to her chest, opening the mouth she forces her blood into the mouth of the babe, golden ichor seemingly almost completely consuming the red.

At once the babe began crying, hearty and full of life, the two smile, "My queen, Princess Visenya" Rhaenora says, handing her over to Rhaenyra, who is now crying with joy, she gently brings the babe to her chest and begin to feed her, placing a kiss on Rhaenyra and Visenya's head she stands up, and heads to the chambers doors

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It seemed almost within seconds the Storm was cleared, the sky now blue with the sun kissing the sky, dripping over the buildings 

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Opening the great chamber doors, stood all the Targaryens and Velaryons, "The Queen and babe both live." covered in blood she heads back into the chambers, the other's following, blood still covering now the three of them, Daemon walks up to the two, placing a kiss on Rhaenyra's head before cradling Visenya's head with his hand.

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Not even changing from the bloody shift or washing the blood from her hair Rhaenyra gets up, and makes her way out of the chambers, and towards the sept, Daemon holding the babe as the whole of the family follows behind.

For the first time the whole of Kings landing saw the face of the mysterious woman that came along with them from Dragonstone. She was drenched in blood as the queen was, but it was not that that made everyone stare, she was gorgeous. Her features were sharp, eyes a shade of purple no one had ever seen before.

As they reach the sept Rhaenyra stands forward, all of Kings landing watching her, Daemon began, his voice strong as he spoke, echoing through out the great hall he began "Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoyner and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, protector of the realm."

The crown of King Jaehaerys was placed upon her head and the people of Kings landing began to cheer and roar for their Queen.

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In the next coming days after the crowning of Queen Rhaenyra, the mysterious Valyrian girl was seen almost everywhere, like she was just in every shadow no matter where you looked. The red keep had also been changed, it was said that the seven star sigils were removed all around the keep, that Tapestries had been added back, in the place of removed items there were stained glass pieces, woven banners, and more, all were depictions of Valyria, dragons, and their history.

 One thing had become clear, Valyrians, no matter how much blood ran through their veins, even if it were to be a mere drop they were not of the blood of the first men. they were unsettling, as though their was something off about them, something made them very uneasy.

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In the private Royal chambers, Rhaenora sat on a carpet in front of her was Joffrey, he was very adamant on showing her his dragon impression. Joffrey hissed at her as he mimicked the way a dragon moved, sliding around her, Rhaenora just smiled and stood up herself, crouching low and hissing back, laughing as the young boy launched himself at her.

The boy wormed his way under her cloak, popping his head out of the neck. Rhaenora laughing wraps his body up with the cloak, lifting her legs up into the air. She thrusts her body forward, now sitting crossed in front of the fire.

"Rhaenora," Joffrey's voice asked. It was gentle and kind, she hummed in response

"Do you have a love? Muña and Kepa have one another, Grandsire has Grandmother, and Jace has Baela.. what about you?"

Rhaenora just sighs lightly, "I do have a love. They are the flame of my heart." Joffrey just nods against her chest, as if he was asking her to continue

Rhaenora smiles softly, as though remembering memories from long ago, "He was cold at first, he would watch me, observe me. but as the years went by, he came closer every time, until one day.. he finally came up to me.. in his hand laid a single Dragon's breath flower, the petals looked like fresh blood" 

She laughs as she then continues "His hair disguised his face, but i did not need to see it to know I burned for him. every time after that he would bring gifts with him"

"What would he bring?" Joffrey's voice was quieter this time, almost like it was dripping with honey."He would jewels, flowers, hair ornaments, pigments, cloth. All types of things. I would always try to gift something in return, yet he would always simply refuse, saying that seeing me was simply enough.."

Now gently rocking her body, Joffrey was quick to fall asleep, Rhaenora's hand coming to gently pat his back as the boy slept. 

The fires flames grew higher before settling, soft footsteps echo on the stone, before coming to a stop behind Rhaenora there was a light ruffling noise as the figure sat behind Rhaenora.

"..You have sacrificed your time." The deep voice comes out accented as it is spoken softly against her skin. Rhaenora just sighs before speaking, "I know."

 "Why?"

"You know why my heart. I have grown tired.. and I was not going to let my flesh and blood suffer. You know what was going to happen if I did not. I was not going to allow Rhaenyra to go through the same as I."

The figure just hunches over, his head coming to rest in the crook of her neck, the skin bleeding as new tattoos form, the crimson and gold soak the fabric

"You would sacrifice your life for them?"

Rhaenora looks down at Joffrey, sleeping against her chest, her hand stopping patting his back, coming up to rest on his cheek. "I have done many things.. I do not deserve this life."

concealed by the door way stood Jacerys, he could see them but he himself  was not seen, they were listening to them talk, 

"The beast that weeps after its kill is no better than the beast that does not. My guilt will not purify me." The figure just nods before fading into black mist that seemed to melt away.

"Jacerys.. come"

He jumped. not realizing she knew he was there as he walked in before coming and sitting down in front of the fire with them.

It was silent for a while before Rhaenora started to talk once more. her voice was heavy, as though it was holding the weight of the sky, "The fall of Valyria.. it was my fault, from the moment I was born, things went wrong. Crops not growing.. Storms that shook the towers, becoming stronger each time." 

She took a breath in, before continuing once more

"The day it all happened. was the day I got too close to the Gods. I caused it, and Valyria paid the price."

The room grew heavy with those words. Looking down at Joffrey once more, she spoke

"I had a babe, many years ago.. " At her emission, Jacerys' gaze snaps up to look at her 

"Her name, was Naenys. She was as Visenya was, she was born too early. but she did not live, she was not suppose to exist."

Looking into the fire she spoke, her voice becoming sorrowful as she spoke

"She.. was when I got too close to the God's. one of them.. we were in love, we did not care what it may entail but we fell for one another, and as a result, the fates became cruel, showing that it was not meant to be, so destruction followed"

"When I had given birth it the most beautiful night, the moon was full, the star showered the sky. but that beauty paled in comparison to her, she was born with no breath nor cry, her skin was milky, her hair a golden silver colour, her hands were clawed, and from her forehead laid two little horns, as black as dragon bone. for she was forever asleep."

"I had cried so loudly that the animals dared not to come near me. Balerion eventually came. He found me covered in blood, laying in a pool of it, in my arms laid Naenys.. It was at that I realized Death truly came for everything, even its own daughter."

At those words Jacerys realized, she had sacrificed her life for them because she saw all of them as her children, and Visenya living was her giving her life for them all.

"Balerion. he was your heart.."

Jacerys voice came out soft.

Rhaenora just nodded, not able to speak as she began to cry silently.

Jacerys began to feel angry at the reveal. "Your own love, he did all of this, yet he knew what would happen?"

"That is how the gods are different Jacerys, no matter how much it may seem, the gods are still higher than us, they are cruel and mean, because they do not feel the same way we do, they are cruel and that is just.."

 Standing up, Jacerys moves closer to her before crumbling beside her, "You were wrong earlier, you are no beast.. You are a Mother."

"Kirimvose, ñuha Trēsy"

   Thank you, my son

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