ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✧✦ PART ONE ✦✧
⤷ SIX; the missing princess ⤶
FLYING THE NARROW SEA WITH DRIED TEARS, the bloody covered princess stared ahead of her emotionlessly, almost as if she had dreamed the past moment. The image of her mothers corpse plagued her, unable to close her eyes without seeing the fearful blue eyes of Aemma Arryn.
Karnax finally noticing land below after many hours of flight roared to his rider, startling her. Almost letting go of his reins but looking down at the large dry continent, tapping him softly giving him permission to land.
His large wings giving those below the relief of shade from the scorching sun, though they were quite fearful when the mighty beast let out a terrifying roar alerting everyone within a 5 mile radius to steer clear of his princess.
A group of men on horseback in the distance watched in fascination as the black beast descended to the dirt, its pale rider barely recognisable. Watching as the girl slid from the beast before putting her face into its own, nestling each other comfortingly.
Though before they knew it, the girl walked towards the city where they sat on their horses, watching as the pale skinned girls beast trailed behind her as if it were a dog. Feeling as though they were threatening his princess, the dragon growled at the tanned men who gripped their arakh's tightening flinching as the bloody princess and her beast passed them.
Daenys spared them no mind, motioning for her beast to stay where he was, just enough away from the city. As she made her way to the gates, a man much similar to herself walked out. His attire much like the horse lords behind her, his slightly tanned muscles protruding out but it did not stop her.
Rather than her stopping, the man whose blonde hair was slicked back slightly, stared mouth agape at the targaryen princess that was bloodied and disoriented. "My Princess, are you alright?"
Her lilac eyes locked onto his blue ones, and like that, another poor soul was enthralled by the young princess despite being covered in blood. Nodding her head before walking to the gates which opened almost immediately upon realising who she was.
The prince martell of the city bowing to her alongside his servants, something that was custom to no one other than herself, as if she was the exception. The blond haired man watched with lustful eyes as the princess was turned back to him. Just as the gates closed, the princess stared back at her dragon with a small smile though the handsome man though she smiled at him making his heart pound ever so fast.
"The pale face girl, you know her my friend?" The khal spoke to his friend who continued to stare back at the cities gates. (Bold - Dothraki)
