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𝐢 𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝕷𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝕿𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞
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___𝔄cross the blue waters of the Narrow Sea, far from the seven kingdoms of beasts, standing upon a balcony overlooking the free city of Pentos is the youngest of the last Targaryens.

   The beautiful Targaryen of seven-and-ten stands upon a stone-made balcony, with a book laid upon the thick, waist-high railing before her, her smooth fingers delicately flipping a page once her bright violet eyes finished drifting across the cream page. Her silver hair, that shines beneath the rays of the sun, gently sways with the sea breeze of the Bay of Pentos', the scent of the salt water filling her nose.

   Rhaenaerys Targaryen flips another page of the book laid before her, gifted to her by Magister Illyrio whom knew she loved to read, her violet eyes once more drifting across the creamy page, soaking up the details of the war she already knew about. The Dance of Dragons, where brothers fought sisters and dragons fought dragons, all because a man couldn't accept that a woman would ascend the Iron Throne. Rhaenaerys hated how men treated women, ignoring intelligent women simply because they didn't have the pillar and the stones between their legs or selling them like they were prizes or broodmares. The way her vile brother, Viserys Targaryen, intended to sell his own sisters off to some Dothraki warlord.

   The beautiful Targaryen releases a breath, wishing she could hatch a dragon into the world and fly with her sweet sister away from Viserys. But the dragons are gone, they've been dead for centuries.

"Do you think there is a chance he will forget, Rhae?"

   Thinking of her sweet sister, a soft smile blooms across Rhae's lips when Daenerys Targaryen, her twin, comes to stand on the balcony beside her, resting her hands on the grey stone. Rhaenaerys closes her book whilst turning towards her twin, gently bringing Dany's soft hand into her smooth one, caressing the back of her hand with her thumb.

"The chance of either the Dothraki warlord or our dear brother forgetting is quite slim to none, Dany.. but, at least, we are doing this together, as always."

   Daenerys softly smiles at her twin, violet eyes upon violet eyes, "I still hardly believe you convinced Viserys to let you marry the Great Khal with me." A smirk grows across Rhae's plump lips, "I'm nothing if not persuasive, sweet sister." The Targaryen Twins sweetly chuckle like the young girls they are, before the voice of their brother echoes across the bath house the balcony is connected to, turning their heads towards the echo.

"Daenerys!.. Rhaenaerys!"

   Viserys Targaryen, then, walks into the bath house, holding two silk dresses in his arms, turning his head to find his younger sisters, when violet eyes land upon the beautiful twins walking in from the balcony, hands latched onto the others, and a rather sickening smile of over-excitement spreads across his lips.