005, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒆

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Alyna rode on top of her dragon, Moonfyre, with so much anger. "Sōvēs, Moonfyre!" Alyna instructed Moonfyre, she was full of anger. Moonfyre stood up, and flew, and she flew fast. She gripped the chains attached to her dragon armor tight, she would have her revenge.

Moonfyre flew faster than ever, she could feel her rider's fury. Looking down at The Eerie, she could feel calmness in herself. But she was as furious as ever, at Lord Bennard Stark, and his wrenched son Benjen Stark. "Sōvēs, Moonfyre." Moonfyre made a sound, and flapped her wings faster to please her master.

Alyna didn't think twice before thinking about burning Winterfell. She fucking wanted to. Her fury was unmatched, she didn't think twice. The only thing on her mind was confronting Benjen fucking Stark.

Moving west, to the White Harbor, Moonfyre made a sound. "Lykirī, Moonfyre!" Alyna instructed. Moonfyre flew higher and higher, to avoid something. Moonfyre soon yawned, as if to tell her master that she had grown tired. "I see The North, Moonfyre." Alyna laughed. "I shall have my revenge soon."

"Dracarys!" Alyna yelled in High Valyrian, and Moonfyre opened her mouth and breathed fire. Winter came, and Moonfyre flew head first to Winterfell. Bennard Stark saw a dragon as he stepped out of the castle. Alyna looked down, and Moonfyre flew head first near the same spot one morrow ago. "Princess Alyna, I wasn't expecting you as a guest."

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