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I hate you
The rain soaked darkness of the night shrouded the battle-scarred landscape, the only sound the relentless drumbeat of raindrops on armor and the distant rumble of thunder. zaenya, her determination burning brighter than the flickering torches that lined the camp, pushed through the shadows, her eyes fixed on the figure of her father, daemon targaryen.
the rain dripped from her hair like tears, and her heart still seethed with anger and betrayal. she had escaped his imprisonment, and now she sought revenge for the wrongs he had committed against her.
he night air was heavy with tension, and the stormy skies seemed to mirror the turmoil that brewed within her. little did she know, the fate of the seven kingdoms was about to be decided in this very moment, and zaenyas destiny was inextricably linked to the outcome
"form up men! protect the queen!" ser harrold westerling yelled, his voice piercing through the din of rain and clashing steel. "the usurper has arrived! we must hold the line, the soldiers roared in response, rallying around their leader and her mighty dragon syrax where their queen mounted upon it laced in the armor of her own
in the mist of the oncoming of the great battle between kin, a faint roar oh so familiar to the ears of zaenya made the woman perk up and wasted no time rushing deep into the hidden trees only for her eyes to meet the sight of her dragon chained up and muzzled at the mouth of kronos
a breathe left her lips, eyes taking in the sight of her dragon thrusting and thrashing in the hold of similar chains she was once locked in before "kronos" was the whispered call, the sharp eyes of the beast met hers and there the burning rage shone bright within his eyes, smoke leaving his nostrils and lowered growls grumbling in his chest
she moved closer "lykiri kronos" she held her hand up letting it drawl closer and closer to his snout, as as the palm of her hand touched the scaled hot skin of her dragon—kronos inhaled her scent and his rage simmered instantly pushing her away letting his snout cuddled into her mid section. zaenya let a few airy chuckle loose "kessa kronos ...lykiri, i'm here now" soothed the woman whilst her hands tangled with the chains muzzling his snout letting it fall to the ground before moving onto the ones locked around his body
