Blood In the Godswoods

The Dragoness is Back at The Stone

Daenerys POV
       
I breath in the fresh salty ocean air as we are approaching Dragstone, my home. The sounds of the seagulls chirping, my dragons screeching above knowing that they are finally back at home. I can see Dragonstone from the distance a castle of stone as high as the clouds, stone carved to look like dragons on every high corner.

         The dragon energy you can taste it in the air I feel at home, alive like a hum of power seeping into my body ready to be released. All the emotions are overwhelming like they're going to swallow me hole. Sadness. Anger. Determination. and Doubt. I can't lose it all after coming this far.

'Do it for my people. Do it for The Targaryen Dynasty.'

         As I step off the rowboat so many emotions are hitting me, emotions I haven't felt conflicted with ever. I lower my hand toward the damp salty sand and lay it there feeling the grains seep into my fingers, how soft and fresh it feels. 'My blood bled on this sand, the blood of the Dragon.'

It feels like a whole lifetime goes by as I feel the sand, feel it within my blood, 'Dany you cannot be weak right now, get up and be a dragon use these emotions as fuel.' I get up with my head held high and begin my walk with Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion, and Varys up to the castle, my castle.

          Dragonstone is nothing like how I dreamt, it's so much more. You can see the far-out sea, islands out in the distance, 'I love the smell here, its fresh, salty it's something I thought I would never smell.' Walking up the long staircase the gates of Dragstone appear up ahead, 2 large dragon heads on each side of the gate way are intimidating to anyone who didn't know takes up residence here. Grey Worm walks up ahead to open up the gate and what appears makes me swell in admiration and pride. A long high staircase appears leading up to the castle, Drogon sits by the entry on the rocks looking like a bodyguard, Rhaelia is sitting on the grass on the side of the staircase looking around curiously, lasty my true Targaryen Maeka flying around the top of the castle keeping watch and showing off like the protector she is.

        Opening up the castle doors the smell of the ocean and damp rocks hit your nose, walking through the halls you can feel the history in the walls. It makes me think on the memories my family had made here and how they felt just for it to get lost throughout time. We were conquerors and now I am going to take back what is mines and create a new Dynasty of the Targaryen's.

Stepping into the throne room is like stepping back in time, stone pillars going all the way up till you can't see anymore, big candle torches in the shaped of dragon eggs are made of some type of black glass on each side. Full Grown dragons engraved into the walls. The dragon's den.

          In the center stood the stoned throne in its glory the original first Targaryen throne in the age of Ageon the Conqueror. There's a window behind the throne giving it an ethereal glow like calling me to come finally claim my seat. The people that came with me are just distance noise, it's just me and the throne. As I walk up the stairs the humming sensation came back, I feel powerful, in control. I run my hand along the arm of the throne feeling the smooth stone. Time has slowed when I take my seat on the throne the hum intensifies everything feels right, the only emotion I feel is power and determination. A mind of a conqueror.

         I look down upon Tyrion, Missandei, Varys, and Grey Worm from the throne, with every emotion I felt Sadness. Anger. Determination. and Revenge

         With the tone of a true dragon "Shall we begin?"

Varys

Grey worm and Missandei