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 five
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I fear the worst in everything. I reject my Targaryen blood, the blood of the dragon, but at what cost? At the cost of my life? At the cost of this bloody war? But nothing makes a war bloodier than a war between dragons. Every decision, every alliance, every betrayal—all of it is magnified when dragons are involved. The flame's lineage consumes everything in their path, leaving behind only ashes and ruin. This war, fueled by the pride and wrath of dragons, will be unlike any other, a catastrophe that will scorch the very earth we tread upon. And yet, despite my rejection of this legacy, I am inescapably bound to it, trapped in the fiery dance of our ancestry.
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Months had passed since Aelora had left Driftmark, her home for many years, now finding herself in the Riverlands with Lord Benjicot Blackwood as her husband. She couldn't deny missing the sandy beaches with their wild, untamable waves—a stark contrast to the rolling hills and dense forests of her current surroundings. Aelora often found herself gazing out across the unfamiliar landscapes, longing for the freedom she once took for granted.
News of her mother Rhaenyra's pregnancy with a supposed girl reached Aelora in the Riverlands. Despite the distance and her strained relationship with her half-siblings, she couldn't help but feel a swell of happiness for her mother. Rhaenyra had five sons, not including the daughter soon to be born, and Aelora, her firstborn. Yet, despite being her mother's first child, Aelora knew she would never be heir to the Iron Throne. Kept secret for much of her life, she was denied the legitimacy that her half-brothers enjoyed, Jacaerys Velaryon, who was destined for the throne.
In the Riverlands, Aelora struggled with a sense of displacement. She often found solace in solitary walks, her mind wandering back to the shores of Driftmark and the echoes of her past. Living in the shadow of her mother's expanding family, each new child born to Rhaenyra seemed to deepen Aelora's feelings of isolation. Aelora figured she would never play a significant role in the grand schemes unfolding in the war, Since she was bound to her fate in the Riverlands, far from the heart of power and intrigue.
Benjicot Blackwood, her future husband by political arrangement, was a constant presence in her new life. Initially distant and guarded, Benjicot gradually attempted to bridge the gap between them. He sought to understand Aelora's world, her hopes and dreams that seemed forever intertwined with the sea and the sky. He would often bring her small trinkets from his travels, tokens of peace amidst the tensions that lingered between them.
Despite their differences and the circumstances that brought them together, Aelora found herself slowly adjusting to Benjicot's company. His forbearing demeanor and unwavering sense of duty were strangely comforting. While conversations between them were often guarded, they began to find common ground in their shared predicament. Benjicot's efforts to include her in local events and discussions showed a genuine attempt to bridge the gap between their worlds.
