𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | the conquerors

𝟎. it's rotten work

❝what was it like to be a prophet?

everywhere cassandra ran, she found

she was already there❞

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As Rhaenys opened her eyes, she immediately knew something was wrong.

First of all, moonlight streamed through an open window to cast its silverly sheen throughout her sister wife's room. Daena's room was her favourite in all of dragon stone, it was open and beautiful like her dear wife with books and paintings lining the walls. It was a shrine to Daena in the most chaotic and beautiful way. Rhaenys adored it. But she could not admire it as of now. For something was wrong.

Second of all, her wife in question was no longer wrapped in her embrace, pulled against her chest the way she liked it and Rhaenys felt her absence in the cold that now coursed through her veins. Dragons run hot but without Daena it seemed the flames had dimmed.

Searching the moon lit room with her tired eyes, Rhaenys could not find her wife.

"Daena, ñuha jorrāelagon?" She called into the darkness but there was no answer.

Slipping from the sheets, she checked every where her wife could have been hiding or resting or somehow fallen asleep but she was no where, and panic began to set in. 

Daena was known to have episode's at times, being a powerful dragon dreamer it was not uncommon for her to wake shrieking and speaking in tongues for all of dragon stone to hear. But it was rare for her to go completely missing.

But then, Rhaenys heard Shrykos loud roar as the waves crashed in symphony behind her cry.

Shrykos and Daena had a close relationship, practically mother and daughter in a way but which was which no one knew. So at the sound of the dragon, Rhaenys' fear of something being wrong only increased ten fold.

Rushing to the open balcony, her eyes fell on the silver scaled dragon aglow in the moonlight as it circled someone on the rocks by the coast. Someone with long silvery hair in a white gown. Someone far too close to the roaring ocean.

"Daena." Rhaenys gasped.

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"Rhaenys, what's wrong I heard Shrykos." Visenya said, racing down the hall in just her night-gown as she met her alarmed sister in front of their brothers door. "Is Daena alright?"

"I don't know." Rhaenys hissed, fear and adrenaline rushing through her veins as she pounded on the door. "Aegon! It's Daena!"

Aegon's door immediately opened, startling his two sisters only further. His silvery hair was mussed and he donned only his sleep shirt and trousers but his eyes were wide as he looked to the two women.

"What's wrong? Where is she?"

"She's by the coast, something is wrong Aegon, she never does this." Rhaenys said, practically shaking as she spoke. 

"Then why didn't you get her!" Visenya cried, immediately racing down the corridor, her two siblings close behind.

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The siblings did not care if they woke all of Dragonstone once they reached the rocky coastline where Rhaenys had seen Daena staring out at the water. They could see Shrykos still circling above a pure, white almost ghostly figure who Rhaenys realised had not moved in the minutes she had last seen her.