𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐗𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒
Aelxys Blackblade a boy made King of all seas, known as the pirate of waves and thief of triarchy. Born to a Kingdom that was missed and not Conquered by King...
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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 wishing to find its next unfortunate soul, it was war. Perhaps death would claim more souls than need be, for its hunger would never be satisfied as it only wanted souls to put an end to its eternal loneliness. As many say, that death itself came in different forms and types, it was feared by almost every worshipper of gods. But those whom were claimed as savages, they never feared death.
They looked right directly at it, and fear was not found within them. A common occurrence that came with those who hailed from Mordun, it was why Prince Aslan and Princess Kyra Blackblade joined Daemon Targaryen in the battle of the Stepstones.
It was said that fire always burned brighter when flames band together, clashing their fierce and deadly properties. So those who were under the rule and aid of Corlys Velaryon, were not to pleased with the twins of Atlan and the Rogue Prince joining the battle. They had known of Daemon's tendencies, but the twins differed, for no one truly knew the nature of a Blackblade at war.
"It has been nearly nine moons since we made out first strike against Drahar and his army, we have lost plenty of men, we must make a desperate call to the King." Ser Vaemond Velaryon informed those who were in attendance of the meeting, there were some who had agreed to the man's request, but others, more specifically to the young men and woman that stood near Lord Corlys, had digressed and showed their displeasure.
"We have no need for the aid of the King, brother. We will finish Drahar and his armies ourselves." Lord Corlys shave his younger brother a subtle glare. Aslan, Kyra, and Kyran noticed the look, and they looked down to the ground, trying to hide their grins.
"We will lose!"
"To what extent will the aid of the King bring, Ser Vaemond? When he has not granted us any help when Lord Corlys had requested." Aslan said, his voice a bit stern.
Ser Vaemond gave Aslan a nasty glare, "Why must I take the words of a boy who knows nothing of war? Even his own brother left him to die!"
"Take care to how you speak to my brother." Kyra spat out through her teeth, as Kyran gripped the pommel of his sword behind her as well. "Shall Aelxys hear of your words he will have you slain."
"You dare to—" The Velaryon was stopped mid-sentence as Lord Corlys gripped his shoulders, "I will not have you make this worse, Vaemond." Corlys carefully glared at his younger brother, pushing him back towards the war table standing behind him.
