King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can...
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Down in the deep basement floors were the great and legendary dragons of old. Inside was a huge altar bearing the head of the dragon Balerion, the black dreed, and a relic from The Old Valyria. King Viserys stood and admired the greatness of the Dragon he even once in his younger years got to ride and fly on. He was the last rider of Balerion. Viserys stood, moved by its warm firelight burning around the dragon, waiting for his guard. In a moment Visery's Kingsguard arrived with his daughters Aelora and Rhaenyra and both sisters went together to their father, both still wearing black to mourn their late beloved mother.
"Father?" Rhaenyra said breaking the silence. Viserys turned and then looked back at Balerion again and began to begin his important conversation with his dear children.
"My child... Aelora and Rhaenyra....... Balerion was tha last living creature to have seen The Old Valyria before the Doom. Its greatness and its flaws. When you look at the dragons, what do you both see?"
"What? You haven't spoken a word to either of us since mother's funeral and now you send your kingsguard down..." Rhaenyra replied in defense and Aelora stood silent but agreed with her sister on her saying but something told her what was going to happening.
"Rhaenyra!...answer me. It's important. What do you see? What do you both see?" Viserys turned to face his youngest daughter and Aelora also waited for an answer and let the King continue with his parenting.
"I suppose I see us."
"Tell me."
"Everyone says the Targaryen are closer to gods than to men. But they say that because of our dragons. Without them we're just like everyone else." Rhaenyra explained and Viserys nodded, pleased with her daughter's answer, then looked silently at her older daughter, which Rhaenyra did as well.
"When I see the dragons, I see a beast like any other animal. Its behavior, language, nature and mightiness are a like that describe human nature as well. Dragons have probably lived longer than we say but these animals may have become our family's legacy and culture. But we are its defense and caretakers which says what and how much everything is similar and related to the rest of the world. But we humans don't always see it that way. The very idea of what people say about us and this magical noise with its farlia flame and its fierce blasts of wind, none of this describes or points out which perfective is in control of its true nature. The dragon is a survival as much as anything else." Aelora replied and Viserys smiled at his outspoken daughter.
"Exactly. The very idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They're a power man should never have trifled with. One that brought Valyria its doom. if we don't mind our histories it will do the same to us. Targaryen's must understand this to be King... or a Queen." Viserys said and after he mentioned his last word completely both sisters looked at their father and became a little thoughtful.
