It is said that when the gods threw a coin at the birth of the last son of Viserys I, it mysteriously went to join that of the second daughter of the king, Maela.
The world knew the story of these two dragons who felt the strongest love for each ot...
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Growing up means finding yourself. Growing up means understanding who you are and how you feel. To grow means to see the world as it is and that it is never tender. But the world always seemed to test the house of the dragon. He seemed perpetually to make the children of the Old Valyria feel the pain.
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Maela Targaryen loved painting. She loved to read and was different from her siblings. She embraced her roots and prayed to the gods of Old Valyria. She radiated white hair and glistening eyes of wisteria color. But what she loved most of all was Daeron Targaryen.
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Daeron Targaryen loved to fly on his dragon. He loved sword fighting and was talented. Above all, he loved watching his sister paint while talking about everything and anything. He radiated thanks to his politeness and charm, endowed with eyes naturally tired of a beautiful amethyst. But what his heart was beating for, was for Maela Targaryen.
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