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~ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟐𝟖 𝐀𝐂
When the sun had fallen beneath the golden horizon, Daeravor found a sack awaiting him in his bed chambers. Its contents; common clothing with a hand drawn map of Maegor's Tunnels that will lead him to the Dragon Crypts.
A smirk curled his lips. Aegon.
After dressing in the common clothes–worn with stitched holes and stains–and wrapping a cloak around himself, pulling the hood over his silver hair, Daeravor ventured through the tunnels the Cruel King butchered thousands of stonemasons and construction workers to keep secret. Rats would scurry past his feet as he shoved aside cobwebs, dust kicking up behind the peeling boots he wore as the wind howled through the cracks in the bricks and crevices of the walls.
Now, Daeravor stands before the great Balerion the Dread's black skull–laid atop a podium with flickering candles encircling the skull–awaiting his brother's arrival.
Hovering the palm of his hand above the little flames, twisting this way and that with the breeze, Daeravor lets the fire lick his skin. The emitting heat a comfort to the dragon in his soul. The flames felt like home as they caressed his ivory skin.
The soft echo of approaching steps on the stone floor has him turning around only to see his brother, he smiles.
The brothers were both dressed in worn down clothes masked by cloaks. Daeravor's as nightblack as his wild dragon's scales whilst Aegon's is an ugly mud brown.
The perfect disguise for two princes who wanted to be rid of their titles for just one night.
Daeravor looks up at Balerion's skull as Aegon joins his side. "The greatest dragon this world has ever seen, whose very breath forged the Iron Throne. I wonder.. what did Balerion the Dread see in our father?"
Aegon grunts a gruff chuckle. "Mayhaps he was too old and mistook him for someone greater." Daeravor snickers.
Viserys I Targaryen, their father, is a weak king. Had always been. Avoiding conflict to the point everyone walked over him. Now, Viserys the Peaceful lay sick and dying in bed all hours of the day, rotting away unremembered.
