The Word

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Dragonstone Castle, Dragonstone Island

Dawn of the 4th day of the 3rd moon, 129 AC

The word came on the 4th day of the 3rd moon of 129 AC reached the stronghold of the Blacks.

Rhaella Targaryen, Dorian Targaryen, Daenaera Targaryen nee Velaryon, their children, Baelon Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, and their children resided.

Well, Visenya was still in Highgarden, helping plan for her future wedding in two years. Dorian was firm that she would be seventeen when she would marry.

Helaena and Baelon had another son, Maelor Targaryen, in 127 AC, and had recently welcomed the birth of another daughter, Dhaella.

Daemon and his two daughters, Baela and Rhaena, also resided at Dragonstone.

 Rhaella, who was watching the sunrise, took the message from the raven and quickly read it.

Her eyes widened and she let out a grief filled scream into the dawn, Dreamfyre letting out a roar as well.

Not a scream of a wife who lost her husband.

Not it was not that.

It was a sister, who despite all of the distance and frostiness, cared for her brother.

A sister, who had just lost her older brother.

"Muña? Skoros iksis pirta?" Dorian inquired, rushing to his mother's side.

Translation: Mother? What's wrong?

"Aōha kepa. Issa morghe." Rhaella replied.

Translation: Your father. He is dead.

Dorian bowed his head in silence. He was not close to his father, but he was dismayed to learn of his death.

"Call the banners. They intend to crown Aegon king. War is here." Rhaella hissed. She entered the ancestral keep of House Targaryen.

And with word form her spy, Princess Emilia, the Blacks called their banners, and the ravens flew.

Excerpt from 'The Court of King Viserys: The Blacks, the Greens, and the Dance' by Princess Helaena Targaryen. 

That is today's chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it.

So yeah. Viserys has kicked the bucket and the Dance will be starting soon!

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