Dance of The Dragonwolf

The First Cry of War

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Chapter 44 (Revenge is a dish best served Cold), Chapter 45 (Dragons and Snakes), Chapter 46 ('You are not Loved'), Chapter 47 (Rhaenyra's Rage), Chapter 48 (Spread your Wings), Chapter 49 (A Falling Dragon), Chapter 50 (Even Eyes Can Lie), Chapter 51 (A Crying Dragon), Chapter 52 (Tears of a Dragon), Chapter 53 (I Wish We Had More Time), Chapter 54 (The Bitter Harvest), Chapter 55 (Red Vipers, White Lies), Chapter 56 (Purple Eyes, Dark Crown), Chapter 57 (Learning to Dance with Storms), Chapter 58 (A Sister's Oath), Chapter 59 (Flames of Grief), and Chapter 60 (Blood of the Dragon, Heart of the Sun) are already available for Patrons.

Viserys

"Is my daughter hurt?" Viserys asked, concerned.

"Your Grace." He lifted up his face to look at him, speaking the words with difficulty.

"Prince Aenar and Prince Daemon left The Red Keep under the cloak of the dark last night. They have captured The Dragonstone, and your daughter went with them." Viserys flinched as he was struck; he reached out, grabbing the wooden goblet that stood on top of the bed's legs; his legs turned wobbly, the words repeating in his head. He looked back up at Otto, who looked at him with concern.

"Leave me, Alone." Viserys rasped, somehow managing to find the strength to talk; he felt like he would fall flat on the ground, and his vision turned dizzy.

"Your Grace. I think-" "I said Leave This Chamber!!" Viserys shouted at him, droplets of spit falling on Otto's face; the man nodded somewhat reluctantly before leaving the chamber. Once he heard the door close, Visery's knees gave in; his hands slapped his knees as he breathed heavily.

No, Why Would She go with them?! Why would she go with him? Viserys wondered as he gripped his knees, his knuckles turning white like snow. He knew his daughter fancied his nephew, that much was clear to anyone with eyes, but he had never thought she would go to such lengths to be with him. For a brief moment, he wondered if Aenar had taken his daughter against her will, but he quickly stifled it; his nephew wasn't like that; the boy knew Aenar would never do something like this.

Why is everyone leaving me alone? Viserys wondered out loud, his shoulders slumped down in defeat. He kept looking down at his knees when he felt a sudden rush of cold in his body. It felt as if he was suddenly in the North. Viserys felt as if someone was looking at him, but he knew that to be impossible. He was alone in his chamber.

"Viserys." He escaped his thoughts, and suddenly, the cold disappeared, and he could no longer feel it as if it was never there. He looked around frantically, almost trying to see if any of the windows were left open, but they all were closed, and the sun illuminated the entire city. He knew today was a warm day, so why did he feel the cold?

Another knock, Viserys quickly looked down at himself, only wearing his night clothes. He grabbed the cloak resting on the spine of the chair, his arm sinking into its armholes, and quickly grabbed the laces of the cloak, forming a tie to close the gap between the two ends.

"Come in." The door opened, and Queen Alysanne walked in looking grim. He tried to keep a brave face in front of her, but the obvious disappointment she was showing felt like a punch in the gut to him as she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her.

"Grandmother, what can--" "Are you happy, Viserys?" She cut him off, fixing him with a glare that made him shiver; despite being seventy-six-name-days, Alysanne still held an air of grace around her, making it clear that she was still a powerful woman.