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Fire of the dragon and angry tides of the sea in her heart and in her blood; coursing through her veins.
A medieval fantasy about tides, fire, betrayal, jealousy, blood and love.
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"Trust no Kings. That's what I was told as a child. But...
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𖡡 Red Keep, Rhaenyra's chambers 𖡡
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Athena was at a loss. She didn't know what to do. Afraid. That's what she was feeling.
Rhaenyra was locked away in her chambers still mourning her mother. That's not why Athena was afraid, the Velaryon was afraid because the princess wouldn't eat. Everything that was taken to her chambers came right out in the exact same position on her plate. Rhaenyra hadn't drank anything, not even wine. Most people would be falling into their cups; not the young princess. She wouldn't sleep either. Every time someone went in they'd all see her in the same position.
By the large window overlooking the blackwater. Where Aemma would have her sit while she did Rhaenyra's hair.
It had been a few days since the funeral. Alicent never came to see her. The Hightower girl had been distant to both the Targaryen princess and the Velaryon heir ever since the moment she and Athena shared that one night.
Neither knew why.
Rhaenyra wouldn't speak, the only words that had passed her pink lips for days was, "go away Athena"
