❝ THE ONLY THING THAT CAN TEAR
DOWN THIS HOUSE TO THE BOTTOM
IS ME AND I WILL DO IT WITH
PLEASURE.❞
❝ I WISH WE COULD STAY
TOGETHER FOREVER...❞
⚔️ ⭑. °. ::
...
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It was a dark and gloomy night with the rain slowly gliding down the windows of the castle. Nobody was about the halls or even the hidden corridors. Everyone was finally tucked away into a dream. Except for the smiths who were actively working on a piece of steel for the current king.
The King's Chambers stood quiet among them all. The silence was defeaning. It was the type of silence where the only thing you can here is the blood pumping in your ears.
His two sisters were in their own rooms at this time, so Aegon I was tucked away all alone into a dreamless sleep. The nights have been haunting him with various nightmares about coldness and darkness along with the future of the Targaryen dynasty.
Aegon already made the smiths employed at his newly built castle construct a dagger that contained this dream. He wished for it to be passed down to every generation of his dynasty so they would carry this prophecy to their death. The conqueror wanted the future Kings and Queens to know about it if he wished to salvage this independing doom that was coming for all of them.
Now he was lying on his bed with fabrics draped across his body to shield him from the cold and to help him fall asleep. It didn't help him at all. The maesters even brewed various teas for the king to make him finally fall into a deep slumber he was missing but to no avail.
Although this time he finally managed to close his eyes but what he was met with was something he didn't expect.
Aegon was standing in the darkness of a void where there was nothing before him nor anything behind him or around him. It was empty. The king called out into the blackness but was met with nothing.
Suddenly, he heared multiple voices inaudibly whispering in his native tongue, High Valyrian. He turned around to follow the voices but couldn't make out anything from the sentences. Then, out from the darkness came a figure holding a torch with the flames dancing around and giving an orange glow to the scenery.
"Where are you going?" The conqueror spoke to the figure who had their hood up as they stalked around the corner of a wall.
Aegon I ran after the person quickly turning the said corner only to fall to the ground as he was met with a woman with white hair in multiple braids slashing her sword at him. He took a second to analyse this lady, but he did not recognise her as anyone he knew before. She was wearing a black dress with the targaryen crest embroidered on the front with two golden dragons wrapping down the fabric. Her body was clad in small parts of armour, and she wore a dagger on her belt with a dragon head as a hilt. Her sword is what caught his eye. It was decorated with a golden dragon at the hilt with its wings spread apart as if it wanted to fly away.
