i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say.
𓆩❤︎𓆪┊𝖑avender 𝖍aze, house of dragon
[ VOL 𝒊. LAVENDER HAZE series ]
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𝖑avender 𝖍aze / now i'm in exile seein' you out. chapter thirty-seven ━━━a son for a son. [ house of the dragon ]
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𓆩❤︎𓆪┊Prince Lucerys fell, his body shattered and consumed by the waves. With his death, the war of ravens ended, and the war of fire and blood began. Upon hearing of her son's demise, Rhaenyra nearly collapsed, only held steady by the Consort Rebekah Targaryen. She briefly contemplated ending the war, until their husband, Daemon, vowed to avenge their son.
Passage from Maester Gerardys
Ten days had passed since the harrowing news of Prince Lucerys Velaryon's demise at the hands of Aemond Targaryen, the son of Alicent Hightower. The realm still echoed with the shock of such a grievous loss.
Rhaenys arrived at the Dragonpit astride her formidable dragon, Meleys. Clad in battle-worn armor, she spoke softly in the ancient tongue of Valyria, her words a soothing melody that pacified the mighty creature. With practiced grace, Rhaenys dismounted, her hands deftly removing her riding gloves.
From the shadows emerged Daemon, his presence commanding in gleaming armor, a warrior poised for the inevitable bloodshed of war.
Though Rhaenyra and Rebekah had abruptly left Dragonstone in a desperate search for their missing son, the gravity of their plight was clear: the dance of dragons had begun, and the realm would soon be drenched in fire and blood.
