Bathed In Fire

Ten: Confrontations

3rd pov

Pools of lavender gazed at the Valyrian prince that stood in the cusp of their sight. Long locks of luscious platinum grew from the crown of his head, framing his defined face as they reached their end on his shoulders. His hair was so pale, it was almost as if it were pure light. He had grown taller. His shoulders were more broad, with strong arms that were noticeable even through the fitted sleeves of his overcoat. His skin glowed with a light tan, kissed by the sun from his time on the shores of Driftmark. However, the feature her eyes seemed most drawn to was that of the azure pools that held his very sight. Even with the dim halls of the Red Keep, those eyes still seemed to almost glow, a noticeable glint of mischief within them.

In every way and form, Helaena was sure of it, Dracarys was one of the most beautiful men in the realm. A beauty truly befitting of a king. The princess looked to the ground. Yes, he would indeed be a king. Truly, the warmth that filled her cheeks was unmistakable. Had she been given the opportunity, she'd have married the prince in a heartbeat. However, their pairing was not to be. For Helaena knew deep down that the Prince Dracarys was meant for another's hand. Even still, she decided she could still have her fantasies. Fantasies of freedom from her brother... freedom to love whom she desires. Helaena steadied her thoughts, her meeting with the Dracarys today was not to fawn over him. No. Her goal was to warn the young prince. He had to know of what she'd seen.

"Dracarys, it is good to see you." The princess looked at the walls with distrust. "Follow me, we've much to discuss." Purple eyes again settled on the prince. "I fear there are too many ears around us now." Dracarys nodded his head as he followed his aunt down the corridors of the large castle. As the two walked into the royal wing of the palace they were unaware that they were being watched. A single violet eye narrowed in distrust. The youth connected to that eye simply walked off after the prince and princess disappeared behind the doors of her chambers. 

Helaena sat down and gazed down at the spider on her palm with a smile. Dracarys himself sat across from the princess at the small table she usually broke her fast at. The two sat silent for a moment, the sound of people in the distance could be heard from the window.

"I saw you, you know." Dracarys quirked an eyebrow at his aunt's words, silently urging her to continue.  "In my dreams I mean. Dragons with armor of black and green, dancing, falling..." Helaena paused as her eyes took on a distant look before her gaze moved up to her nephew and cousin. "Dying." Dracarys held her gaze, listening intently. He was certain her dream was much like his own back on Driftmark.

"And, what else did you see."

Helaena looked down. "There was then the dragon with heads greater than two but less than four." Helaena slowly stood up as she turned away from the prince, walking slowly to the end of her bed, griping the bed post with her right hand. "A army at its back, both fierce and terrible. It layed waste to the dragons before it and claimed all that was left." Helaena paused yet again. She turned back to face Dracarys. "On its back was a king blessed by the flames of old Valyria. The powers of fire and blood at his beck and call." Her eyes stared straight into his own so hard he thought she might be staring at his soul.

"And?" The boy questioned. Helaena moved not an inch. Dracarys held his breath, waiting for the princess to finish.

"And after that, the 14 flames called him home, and the king lied in wait." Dracarys nodded. His eyes glanced to the side before settling on his aunt once more. This was a strange prophecy indeed... However, he was certain of part of it.

"Have you told this premonition to anyone else?" She shook her head. "Be sure that these words are heard by no other, less you fling yourself from the highest tower." Helaena nodded.