'𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂,
𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.'
Eleana Targaryen returns to with her father and sisters to the seven kingdoms, the once quiet girl now a dragon with a speaking fo...
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HER SISTERS WERE SLY, she'll admit it as she awoke to the sounds of shouts and cries that she knew belonged to her dear, sweet sisters.
without much fuss, she sleepily slid her slippers on and began to walk towards where the noises were erupting from, and what she saw knocked all drowsiness from her core.
little Lucerys Valeryon had dropped a dagger rather loudly, her sisters huddled away and the elder Velaryon prince staring in horror at a bleeding Targaryen.
her feet acted before her brain caught up, as she slid beside the wounded boy; pushing everyone away as she held his head upright and tore the bottom of her skirts, holding it against his slitted eye, before looking angrily towards the younglings.
"Are you all utterly daft? Call the masters!" She all but screamed, guards now springing into action as they scooped the boy from her arms, "Bloody guards, waste of a time."
scowling, she grabbed her sisters harshly by the elbows and ripped them along to follow her; an angry look towards the Velaryon boys ushered them on behind her.
"Wait until I tell kepa you are fighting boys, never mind your cousins!" Elaena scolded her sniffling sisters, "Don't do that crying act, that doesn't work on me; I created the crying act!"
"He stole mothers dragon," Rhaena cried pitifully as they stopped sharply outside the doors, "remember, she always said you or I, could try to claim her after she gives up riding? he took it from our grasp, he hadn't even waited a day!"
Elaena's jaw set almost painfully, as she opened the two chamber doors with a bang, "Your son, kepus, put his hands upon my little sisters."
the king swirled around to see an almost replica of the dearly lost Laena; only for the black hair that had silver streaks and the slightly lighter tone of skin, she had it down to a T including the fiery look within her violet eyes.
"I am sorry to demand such, your grace, but I want answers as to why a boy had hit my sisters." there was malice that a two and ten-year-old shouldn't have had, as if it was a woman grown within her place speaking.
"I will have answers," Viserys spoke, as the girl stood in front of her sisters and the two Velaryon boys with her chin raised and fists clenched,
"The princes were supposed to be abed, my king." The guard replied, sweatily as he awaited the king's reply, "Who had the watch?"
