Looks may be deceiving as a picture of innocents and purity prowls the halls of the keep, one can never truly be safe.
In which Alicent Hightower and Visery Targaryens youngest daughter is a dreamer.
"Do you know what keeps me awake at night... it's...
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"They keep me up sometimes"
"Who do?"
"The voices"
"What do they say"
"They tell me things...things that have not happened yet about people I have never met...Is that normal?"
Alysanne Targaryen
Daughter of Alicent Hightower and Visery Targaryen
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"My mind is always clouded with these memories....but these memories are not of my own I have different faces young, old, new, some of the past and other of the future. I sometimes forget whats real and not"
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The question whispered among the servants was of what the princess saw in her dreams.
The dreams she would wake up screaming too.
Face covered in cold sweat, tears running down her cheeks and her pupils turned milky white until she would finally calm down.
The princess was an enigma. She was almost like a ghost wondering the halls of the keep, she would whisper in riddles at times, foreshadowing events that had not yet happened.
But although the young princess sometimes did not know what was real and not at times, she knew enough to realise that she needed to be ahead of the court. She needed to gain knowledge before other.
Thus began her series of travelling through the hidden passages of the keep, her ears pressed up against a wall at all times especially near the council room and her parent chambers.
But with all these memories of the past and the future running through her head creating great mental strain especially with all the new knowledge she had obtained, she needed an outlet. So the princesses bedroom became a shrine to these memories.
Canvas and paintings were littered along the walls, the floors and the desks capturing images of the past and the present.
Paintings of a girl who resembled a Targaryen in front of an army of soldiers, a young boys body falling from the red keep, a frosty monster being stabbed by a young girl and so many more.
But there was also a painting of the iron throne. It took over 4 of the princesses canvas to fit the whole memory on. The painting depicted the swords of the throne dripping with blood, bodies hanging from the pointed edges and along the blood soaken floor.
What brought chills to her bones the most was that she swore she could make out the mangled corpses of some of her family members along with other possible Targaryens, with a contrast of a fat man who resembled a Baratheon and a women with golden hair in a red dress being shown the closest to the throne.
She kept that painting hidden.
Disclaimer I do not own or claim House of The Dragon or any characters that are associated to the series/books. I only own Alysanne and other possibly added characters, along with possible changes in some of the stories and plots and relationships
Warning This story will contain violence and slightly gory scenes during the chapters. There will also be explicitly language, along with sexual content within some chapter - so pretty much your normal GOT stuff but feel free to leave at any point if you feel uncomfy :)
