[ENG] De Fuego y Cenizas

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"Dreams ended. Duels began."
—

His eyes carry the strength of a dragon in his gaze. In his voice, the edge of bronze and stones whispers. Words as sharp as swords in the breeze, an enigma, a moving picture embroidered on the canvas of the divine night. In his essence, bronze and fire intertwine, a muse that inspires, enchants, and disarms — said Helaena while playing with spiders, passing them from hand to hand. At that moment, a Kingsguard would enter to deliver news of a new birth.

The Rogue Prince had a daughter; he was far from Runestone. Rhea had given birth without his presence; a girl was born, and the message said she had Targaryen eyes and the mother's hair.

—In the ancestral prophecy, the destiny is revealed, of the lady of bronze, of divine gaze, she will take the ashes, the past, and the forgetfulness, and she will unleash a fire never seen before — whispered 4-year-old Helaena while the adults talked among themselves.

—In her hands, the ashes will transform into blazing flames that no man will stop — she said while putting away the weapons — The skies will light up with her radiance; shadows will disperse without fear; she has come —

She crushed one of the spiders while observing the other still alive inside the small transparent container.

—She is coming — she pronounced before being carried away by Alicent, avoiding disturbing the king with her strange words.

[...]

4 springs later.

—Mother — said the little brunette, looking at her mother; it was night, and she had a nightmare. Everything was covered in flames; she was alone in the midst of it all.

—Another nightmare, Vanessa? — asked Rhea Royce as she got out of her bed, took her little daughter, and sat her on her bed — You shouldn't be afraid; your mother will always be by your side, taking care of you —

Despite all the efforts Rhea had made, her daughter didn't share the same passions. Vanessa loved horses but didn't enjoy watching her mother go hunting and killing other animals. Vanessa hated holding a sword or sharp objects but was intrigued by hearing about duels. She was more of an observer than a participant. Vanessa was a pampered princess; she loved wearing dresses, hated wearing pants as she didn't want to look like a man, dreamed of living in the palace in the capital, and had not seen her father, Daemon Targaryen, in her four years of life.