𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓...
He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless...
THE sky over Dragonstone was partially cloudy, with patches of blue sky peeking through the white, fluffy clouds. The sun was out, casting a warm, golden light upon the stone structures of Rhaenyra's castle.
The sea lapped gently against the shore, and a soft breeze blew in from the ocean, bringing with it the salty smell of the sea.
It was a typical day in Dragonstone, the weather matching the mood and energy of the island and its inhabitants.
The dragons had been in a relatively calm and passive mood until they spotted the distinct shape of Meleys, Rhaenys's dragon, appearing on the horizon.
The creatures perked up, their heads lifting and their wings rustling against the rocky terrain. They sensed the presence of another dragon, and their interest was piqued.
Little did anyone know that Rhaenys had arrived with unexpected news from King's Landing.
Far inside the castles abide, loud clangs and clashes could be heard through that halls of the castle from the training court.
The sounds of feet dragging and skimming through the musky mulch was also heard.
Rhaegar and Daemon were both involved in an intense sparring session together.
Both of them slowly falling out of breath, they continued to charge at each other with the same brute force and speed.
All in the courtyard watched as two infamous princes sparred against each other.
The Star Prince and the Rogue Prince.
The sound of steel clashing still echoed through the training yard as the spar was never ending.
The two princes moved with lightning speed and precision, their movements fluid and deadly. Blow after blow landed, the force of each strike sending a deafening clang through the air.
It was a brutal and intense display, their faces twisted in concentration as they fought to outmaneuver each other. Sweat and dirt flew as they engaged in their fierce duel, their bodies moving in a dangerous and primal dance.
If one of them was to touch the other, it would lead to a fatal injury.
It soon became clear that Daemon was reveling in the adrenaline and intensity of the fight.
A manic smile spread across his face as he narrowly dodged a particularly powerful blow, his laughter ringing out through the air in a giddy, almost hysterical manner.
