Aelora Targaryen, known as "The Golden Child," was born of secrets and trained as a hidden weapon. Raised amidst prophecies and held back by her family's ambition, fire, and blood, she lived a life shrouded in mystery. Across the realm, Benjicot Bla...
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ACT I : Chapter two
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The ancestral blood of the dragon flows deeply through the veins of our continual generations, its presence a catalyst for chaos and a builder of paths resembling a ladder leading upwards. Through the trial of fire and blood, it carves a relentless path of determination and victory, where every advance is a testimony to our resilience and determination. Amidst this ladder, chaos thrives, woven into the fabric of the dragon's legacy as it constructs a ladder of ambition and destiny, driving relentlessly towards the future it seeks to claim.
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Months had passed since Elinda had taken Aelora from Dragonstone, and her father had come to retrieve them. Aelora learned that Elinda had sent a raven to her father, informing him of the urgent need to return to King's Landing. Although Aelora wasn't entirely sure what Elinda meant when she said that King's Landing was on the verge of chaos and destruction, she knew it couldn't mean anything good. Being sheltered from the world had caused everyone to worry about her, unaware of what Aelora was truly capable of.
In the months since Aelora's disappearance from Dragonstone, she found herself living in a secret location that her father, Daemon, refused to reveal. "It's for your own safety," he would tell her. However, Aelora knew this was a lie, as he was training her in swordsmanship and even asked if she had her own dragon.
Aelora had been sheltered and knew little about the outside world, learning only what was taught to her at Dragonstone. Regardless of this, Aelora was not as naive as people believed. She had a skill for manipulation, knowing exactly what to say and do to make those around her reveal their secrets. However, her father, Daemon, was wise to her tricks, as he was a master manipulator himself. The manipulator cannot be manipulated.
As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Aelora noticed subtle changes in her father's behavior. He became more secretive, often leaving for days without explanation, and when he returned, he was distant, lost in thought. Despite her best efforts, Aelora couldn't read the nature of his missions, but she could sense that they were of great importance and danger.
During her training sessions, Daemon pushed her harder than ever before. Aelora learned to wield a sword with precision and strength, mastering techniques that were far beyond her years.
Aelora's curiosity about the outside world grew with each passing day. She longed to understand the political complexities and power struggles that her father was so deeply involved in. Elinda's warnings about King's Landing haunted her thoughts. What could possibly threaten the very heart of their kingdom? She knew she needed to find out, not just for her own sake, but for the future of their house.
