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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, Arena 𖡡
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110 AD
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Athena readied her armour around her body as she prepared in her tent as Rhaenyra was enjoying some time with her mother.
"Dashing as always" she heard from behind her, only to see Hilda- her mothers handmaiden- the sight of the older woman made a smile appear on her face. "You flatter me, Lady Hilda." she said to the woman as she finished lacing her boots. The Brownhill woman walked toward the young Velaryon with a smile. "Time to knock some skulls and show these cunts how it's done" Hilda told the girl with a wide smile as she fixed her hair when Athena stood up. "I always show these cunts how it's done" Athena boasted.
"Yes you do" Hilda chuckled stroking the girl's cheek. She was proud of who Athena had become. She was the handmaiden to her mother Astrid until she passed, then Rheanys asked her to be hers. She wanted Athena- then Aethan- to have someone who knew her like the back of their hand. The princess and her husband made sure the young girl had as many people- who could tell her of her mother- as they could.
Hilda kissed Athena on the forehead, "Good luck" she bid, "Not that you need it with these weasels who are competing." They both laughed. "Thank you" Athena said as she held the woman's hand.
