❛❛some say that the world will end in ice,
─ and others say that it will end in fire and blood.❜❜
─ I do not own Fire and Blood, I only own my characters and their plot.
❛BOOK III❜ OF THE B...
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CHAPTER SEVEN.
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( THE MAESTERS RAISED THEIR WORRIES TO THE KING, Princess Camaela was approaching womanhood, and still, haven't flowered yet. The Queen dismissed their worries claiming that her stepdaughter's body was only slow as compared to the other ladies, matters of her previous poor health did not go unforgotten, so she reminded them.
Lord Rodrik Arryn's bones were barely scattered across the High Hall of the Eyrie before the letters of betrothal offers began arriving to King's Landing.
King Viserys Targaryen refused every offer. His daughter was a Targaryen, and Targaryen traditions are clear as the sea⎯ Princess Camaela was to marry one of her brothers. The Blood of the Dragon was to remain pure as their ancestors did before them.
Only question that remained to be answered was⎯ which son would Viserys wed his precious to? )
・LAENOR・
THE SUN SHONE DOWN ON THE GENTLE SLOPE OF THE HILL, casting a warm and inviting glow on the verdant landscape. The soft breeze carried the sweet fragrance of wildflowers, and the rustling of leaves could be heard as the sun's rays danced across the treetops. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the landscape was transformed by its brilliant light. The distant peaks of the mountains were awash with a warm, golden hue, and the sky above was painted with a tapestry of colours, ranging from pale pink to deep orange.
Laenor Velaryon rode his horse alongside his good sister. The two of them appeared on horseback, their silhouettes framed against the golden light of the sky. They rode across the rolling hills, their steed's hooves pounding against the earth, creating a rhythm that echoed across the landscape.
Crone, Princess Camaela's stallion, was a magnificent creature, with a muscular frame and a coat that shimmered like polished mahogany in the sunlight. He stood tall and proud, his head held high as he surveyed his surroundings with keen intelligence. And most importantly, he was a gift from her grandsire.
She brought her soft hand against his neck as they both pulled against the reins of their mounts, the sound of the horses' hooves fading into the distance. They both paused for a moment, catching their breath and taking in the beauty of the world around them.
"Is it to your liking?" Ser Laenor's voice was soft and gentle, a soothing balm to her ears. It was a voice that seemed to float on the air, as light and delicate as a feather.
As she stood atop the hills, her gaze fixed on the breathtaking view before her, a sense of peace and tranquillity washed over her. Her eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the vast expanse of the landscape before her.
