Where the strange one of the family is Aemond, who is not strange, he is just a dreamer with visions of the near and distant future.
"We're bound to this struggle
With mighty sword and flame
We'll never fail you
When you call our name
Together we'll be heroes
Joining forces as one
Strong as the steel we carry
We rise like a sun
We must be strong (strong)
And we must be brave (brave)
We gotta find every bit of strength
That we have and never let it go "-Warriors; AJ Michalka
"You do not owe me your freedom. I can't give it to you. Your freedom is not mine to give. It belongs only to you. If you want it back, you must take it yourselves." The beautiful woman of Targaryen descent spoke to a crowd of slaves who only watched her, either confused or very happy. Behind her, an army ready to follow any order.
"Mhysa !" Was the cry of one, the one that broke the silence.
Suddenly, everyone, from children to the elderly, hailed the beautiful silver-haired woman and called her 'Mhysa' over and over again. In an infinite song.
"What does it mean?" She asks, her amethyst eyes never leaving the slaves.
"It means Mother ." She blurted out in amazement when she saw the screams of the people.
Aemond Targaryen woke up gasping.
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