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by deathpatrol

by deathpatrol

THE DRAGON'S LULLABY
" Let me not outlive my own capability
to love, let me die still loving and so never
die."

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PREFACE.

AERINA's hair was not white. Targaryens had white hair. Strong's bastard. It was what her brown hair meant. Dull. Unwanted. Treason. Her hair had many meanings.
She did not mind the whispering. She became quite skilled in ignoring the commonplace disgusted gazes and scornful words. She took delight in the company of others. Dragons, to be exact.
It was dangerous, but everything was. Being a bastard was a death sentence. The people in power feared her and her brothers, not because of their strength or ability but for the mere fact that they could overthrow them.
   They would rather die than have a bastard Targaryen with brown hair sit on the throne. She had come to the terms that any day she would be killed to save the Targaryen's pure bloodline. She would rather die at the hands of dragons than the people who shunned her existence.
   So Aerina spent her time in the dragon pit. She had her own dragon, Manon beside her at all times, but she liked to socialize with others as well. She liked their company, despite their lack of communications. Most days they just watched her, occasionally lounging beside her.
   She also liked the dragon's eggs. She liked singing to them in the old language. Like a lullaby to usher them to sleep. Her behavior earned her one more alias, the dragon singer.

For a while it was love, wasn't it?
For me it was love.

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AERINA TARGARYEN,
THE DRAGON SINGER.

" They listen, if you actually try to
hear them. We believe we own them but it
is not true. They own us."

PLAYLIST.

Guilded Lilies; Cult
with the slowest heart.

Show Me How; Men I Trust
— Tell me why your hands are cold.

Out Of Touch; Daryll Hall & John Oates
— We're soul alone and soul really matters to me.

Arsonists Lullabye; Hozier
— When i was a child i heard voices.

NFWMB, Hozier
— I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Would That I; Hoizer
— Feel it soft and as pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago.

Talk, Hoizer
— So i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i'm imagining you.

Say Yes to Heaven (unreleased) Lana De Ray
— Let the fear you have fall away, i've got my eye on you

I'm Yours; Isabel LaRosa
— Baby, im yours