Step into a world where fantasies come alive and dreams intertwine with reality. In "Starstruck" embark on a journey through the realms of imagination, where celebrities and beloved characters collide in thrilling scenarios.
From whirlwind romances...
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As the sun began to set over King's Landing, Y/n stood in the grand courtyard of the Red Keep, his dragon Morghon waiting patiently beside him. His mother, Queen Aemma, stood before him, her eyes pleading with him to reconsider.
"Gaomagon daor henujagon issa, issa tresy! Umbagon rūsīr issa, umbagon rūsīr aōha mandia!" she begged, her voice trembling.
Translation: Do not leave me, my son! Stay with me, stay with your sister!
Y/n's expression remained resolute. "I cannot stay here as long as Otto Hightower holds power over our kingdom," he said firmly. "He seeks to undermine our family and destroy all that we have built."
Rhaenyra appeared at their mother's side, her eyes shining with tears. "Brother, please do not go," she whispered. "Nyke jorrāelagon ao kesīr rūsīr issa."
Translation: I need you here with me.
Y/n's heart ached at the sight of his sister's distress, but he knew he could not be swayed. He turned to Morghon and mounted the dragon's back.
"Sōvegon morghon!" he called out to his dragon in High Valyrian, and Morghon roared in response.
Translation: Fly Morghon
Queen Aemma reached out a hand as if to stop him, but Y/n was already turning Morghon towards the gates of King's Landing.
"Wait!" Rhaenyra cried out desperately. "You cannot leave us like this! You are our only male heir!"
Y/n looked down at his sister and mother one last time before turning away. He knew that his decision would cause them pain, but he could not remain in a kingdom where Otto Hightower held sway.
As Morghon took to the skies, Y/n felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He was finally taking control of his own destiny.
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Below him, Rhaenyra watched as her brother disappeared into the distance, feeling as though she had lost half of herself. She turned to their mother and saw tears streaming down her face.
"Mother?" Rhaenyra asked softly.
Queen Aemma shook her head numbly. "He is gone," she whispered. "My son is gone."
Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around their mother's waist and held her close as they both gazed up at the empty sky.
Back on Morghon's back, Y/n felt a pang of guilt for leaving behind those he loved most in the world. But he knew that this was necessary - for himself and for the future of House Targaryen.
As they flew further away from King's Landing, Y/n spoke softly to Morghon in High Valyrian: "Skoriot shall īlon jikagon hen sir morghon?"
Translation: Where shall we go from now Morghon?
Morghon responded with a gentle rumble and banked towards the east.
Y/n smiled grimly to himself - it seemed that fate had other plans for him beyond King's Landing.
