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11. 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐅 𝐀 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐘

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    RHAEGAR stirred in his sleep as he laid over the satin sheets and pelts over his bed. His breathing was heavy and labored. His moved side to side over his pillow as flashes of images appear in his eyes...

He was atop of Nightfyre, he could tell even though he could not see his head. He looked over to his palms, in his left, all of westeros were in his hands. On his right, he held a crown tight in a fist.

Blood dripped over his head, running over his eyes.

"Father?" A girl's voice called out in his mind. The Targaryen prince looked around, reacting to the girls tone. He looked to his side to meet two irises of light cerulean, golden sand, and lavender.

"Are you okay...?" The dark haired girl asked him but he couldn't respond back. It was as if something has sewed his lips shut. She had called him father, perhaps Rhaegar was seeing his future daughter in a dream. But she looked like a carbon copy of Lucerys.

They had the same doe eyes and puckered lips. The same light fair skin and tone of hair.

Rhaegar reached out to touch the girl's cheek but as he blinked, her face shifted to Lucerys. Rhaegar's eyes widen as he saw Lucerys with half of his face scarred and the right side of his body... gone.

"Rhaegar?" Lucerys' voice echoed through his ears. His name repeated over and over again, the tone becoming more urgent.

Rhaegar's head throbbed as he squinted his eyes open.

"Rhaegar?" Lucerys said in worried tone as he hovered over the Targaryen's figure.

The white-haired prince groaned as he sat up and leaned back into the bed frame. Luke kept his gaze over the older prince.

Rhaegar looked over to Luke's concerned expression. He tapped the empty space on the bed and the dark-haired boy made himself comfortable near his lover's warmth.