I quietly push open the heavy oak doors, and the musty smell of old books and parchment wafts out, enveloping myself in the familiar scent of the Archives, the ancient library of Basgiath War College. The room's high ceiling disappears into darkness, and rows of bookshelves stretch towards it, laden with tomes bound in warm leather. Soft, warm light spills from mage lights, casting a comforting glow over the large hall of books. I've come to research a project on the history of dragon riding, and the archives is the best place to find rare and ancient texts. As I make my way deeper into the archives, my eyes land on a shelf dedicated to the Targaryen family, my family (but no one here will know that). A particular tome catches my eye 'The Targaryen Legacy'. It's cover is adorned with with the silver and black sigil of my House, the three-headed dragon. As I reach for it, something catches my eye. Hidden beneath the book is a small piece of parchment, folded in half. Curiosity getting the better of me, I carefully unfold the parchment. The ink is faded, but I can still make out the words: 'Their fate is intertwined with that of the Vale'. I put the parchment in my pocket and put the book in my bag and quickly leave, flying back to Dragonstone undetected.
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The Shadow's Shifter
FanfictionVisenya Stormborn Targaryen (Princess Rhaenyra's younger sister) goes to Basgiath. No one knows who she really is. Many mistake her for a relative of Violet Sorrengail, due to their similarities especially her hair, but that is far from the reality...
