Avenging Flames | Jon Snow

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Rhaena had secluded herself for several days, immersing herself in the care of the tiny dragon that had emerged from the flames. She had named the creature Deaghaard and was awestruck by its unique qualities. Rhaena devoted countless hours to attending to Deaghaard's needs, enraptured by the dragon's insatiable curiosity and boundless energy.

As time passed, Rhaena became increasingly guarded and protective of Deaghaard, acutely aware of the dangers that lay beyond the safety of their tent. Despite Viserys' growing impatience, Rhaena remained steadfast in her resolve to keep him at a distance from her beloved dragon.

Though she still grieved the loss of her son, Rhaena found solace in the presence of Deaghaard. As she watched over the dragon, she began to feel as though the universe had bestowed upon her a symbol of hope and redemption in the aftermath of her tragedy.

In her heart, Rhaena believed that this precious gift from the Gods had allowed her to connect with her child in some way.

One day, as Rhaena was tending to Deaghaard, her sister Daenerys called to her from outside the tent. "You can come in, Dany," Rhaena replied, her attention still focused on her dragon. She caressed Deaghaard's scales, keeping the tiny creature calm as Daenerys approached. Daenerys was taken aback as she stopped in her tracks. It was the first time since the funeral that she had seen her sister, Rhaena, and her dragon. For a moment, she simply stood there, observing the scene before her with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

After a moment, Daenerys approached her sister, her eyes fixed on Deaghaard. As she drew closer, Daenerys could see the intricate details of Deaghaard's scales and the way Rhaena's gentle touch seemed to soothe the dragon.

"Rhaena," Daenerys said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't want to startle the dragon or disrupt the peaceful atmosphere of the tent.

Rhaena turned to face her sister, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Dany," she replied, gesturing for her sister to come closer.

Daenerys approached Deaghaard and reached out to touch him, overcome with a sense of awe and reverence. As she gazed upon the magnificent creature before her, she couldn't help but marvel at his beauty.

Rhaena, standing nearby, nodded in agreement with her sister's sentiments. She felt a swell of pride in her chest as she thought about the comfort and companionship that Deaghaard had brought her during the trying times they had faced together.

Daenerys stood beside Rhaena, observing the deep bond that existed between her sister and the magnificent creature before them. Daenerys could see the love and affection that her sister had for the beast, and it touched her heart deeply.

"How is he?" Daenerys asked, turning to Rhaena with a gentle smile.

Rhaena's face lit up with joy as she replied, "He has grown immensely. His appetite grows more each day."

Daenerys couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's delight in the dragon's growth. "What did you name him?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Deaghaard," Rhaena answered simply, her tone conveying both happiness and tenderness.

But then, a grave expression crossed Daenerys' face, and she hesitated for a long moment before speaking again. "Rhaena, there is something important I need to tell you," she said solemnly.

Rhaena's smile faltered, and she turned to face her sister with concern etched on her features. "What is it, Daenerys?" she asked.

"Viserys is dead," Daenerys replied softly.