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Alyssa was stirred from her dreams at first light, the world still cloaked in a gentle hush. Confused by the early hour and the unexpected stillness, she could only imagine what had compelled her to rise so soon. Aegon—her husband, her heart—had already departed their chambers, likely soaring through the heavens astride Sunfyre, the majestic dragon whose shimmering scales were said to be spun from purest gold. The sight of Sunfyre gliding through the morning sky was a breathtaking spectacle, a captivating dance of light and shadow, each flap of his beautiful wings scattering glimmers of sunlight upon the earth below. In stark contrast, Alyssa's own dragon, Ricen, had dark emerald scales that blended seamlessly into the night, a reminder that beauty could be found in the shadows as well.
With the sun's rays filtering through the curtains, Alyssa's handmaiden helped her into a simple yet elegant green dress. It was modest; nothing ostentatious, though its color reminded Alyssa of the lush gardens just outside the castle walls. Her body, still healing from the recent birth, felt heavy and tired. As she broke her fast alone, with only a book for company, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she had been summoned for a purpose she didn't yet understand. To distract herself from the growing boredom, she picked up her embroidery, selecting a golden dragon motif in honor of Aegon. As she stitched, she hummed a lullaby, the soft melody filling the room as if it were a living thing, echoing against the stone walls.
"In depths of night, love softly unfolds, A tender dance, our hearts it beholds, Whispered serenade, our souls entwined, Love's melody, forever unconfined."
This lullaby was a cherished relic of her childhood, a soothing balm offered by her mother's voice during tumultuous nights. It had guided her through dark moments, a promise of love that would span generations.
"Oh, let this lullaby soothe your weary heart, In notes of love, we'll never be apart, Find solace in the gentle melody we create, Together we'll journey, for love's our fate."
Just then, a maid's voice broke the spell. "Princess, the children are waking up."
Alyssa's heart leapt at the thought of her little ones, and she set her embroidery aside, eager to embrace them. The twins were delightful, barely more than toddlers, exploring the world around them, while her youngest, Maelor, was still fragile in her arms, an innocent soul utterly dependent on her care. As she stepped into their quarters, a wave of maternal love washed over her, revitalizing her spirit.
Jaehaerys, her eldest, who was already out of bed, rushed into her arms, an uncontainable burst of energy. "Good morning, Jaehaerys," she whispered, kissing the crown of his soft, silver hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Mama!" he replied, his eyes twinkling like stars. "I had a dream!"
"Really?" Alyssa mirrored his excitement, the remnants of her fatigue fading in the warmth of his joy.
"Mhm! And I saw you!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of eagerness and wonder.
"What was I doing in your dream?"
"Scolding Papa!" he confessed sheepishly, his small frame bouncing as he spoke.
Alyssa chuckled softly; it was likely a memory that had lodged itself in his mind rather than a true dream. She planted another gentle kiss atop his head before turning her attention to Jaehaera, her precious daughter, whose sleepy eyes barely opened.
"Jaehaera," she murmured, sensing her daughter's lethargy.
"Mama?" came the soft reply, like a quiet whisper carried on the morning breeze.
"Yes, my dear, it's me," Alyssa said, pressing her hand gently upon her daughter's. "It's time to wake up."
"Mhm..." The girl turned back into her blanket, a cocoon of comfort.
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Whispered Serenade
Fanfiction"The only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon was itself." Long ago, the Old King Jaehaerys I Targaryen held a council where all of the great lords of the Seven Kingdoms were summoned. There, they would choose which one will inherit t...
