The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 28

Chapter 28

Pain and stillness had long become her friends as she lay there in her bed, waiting for a death that never came. Her body burned from the inside, a power so unknown, ate away at her slowly, yet the embrace of death never came, as if afraid of her.

And then, only years later, she would realize the truth, realize that death was indeed afraid of her, or rather so of the one who stood behind her. The news had come from a whisper, a desperate cry from her sister whose sobs and pleas made her heart ache, and one day in those sibs she would utter those indominable words.

"He lives. Your lover Daemon, he lives still."

And for many a second, she had thought it all a lie, thought it a dream, until she had felt those fingers, felt the curse eating away at her shrink in fear, felt it rage, at that name.

"He is back and has replaced his father as King. The tides of war, they are changing."

Allyria's words, had her heart quickened once more, made her yearn for life, yearn for him and yet she could do little, her body was little more than stone now, and crumbling away, and yet she would try, despite the pain she would try.

And for the first time in years, she would pray, not for death. But for life.

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DAEMON TARGARYEN

A dragon was a symbol of power and prestige for their House. It was the very thing that allowed Aegon the Conqueror to forge the realm into what it is today, and it helped House Targaryen rule for as long as they had.

The loss of dragons had eaten away House Targaryen's power, limiting it as the House saw its control over the realm loosen with each passing year. A dragon today had the ability to solve all of House Targaryen's crises.

One dragon, just one, could make their House into a power that would need no allies, no armies, and no gold. It had been his very desire to revive the dragons, to bring back the true prestige of House Targaryen, and this very crusade had made him burn down the Red Temple and many a manse of Meereen itself as he searched for the last of the dragon eggs.

And yet now the very salvation he had sought, dreamt of stood in front of him, and yet he had no choice but to slay it, kill it with his own two hands. Silverwing, one he dubbed the forgotten dragon, stood in front of him roaring and screeching, laying waste to Starfall bleeding out of the wing he had cut, one of its eyes closed shut with a sword sticking out of it.

He saw its sole eye focus on him and Arthur, as his whole body ached with pain as he saw it open its maw.

"NOW!" he ordered and watched as a spear flew above his head, and struck the silver beast on the side of his mouth.

Anda s he broke into a stride he glanced back and saw Oberyn arming himself with another spear.

"GOOOOOO!" he roared, throwing this one at the beast again. It struck one of its scales, and Silverwing thrashed wildly.

Oswell Whent had rallied their men, and the men had begun surrounding the dragon, and yet teh ground was now littered with blood and charred husks of human bodies as him and Arthur ran towards the beast's hind legs.

Daemon watched as Silverwing thrashed its head into the nearby tower, destroying it, and the massive stones began to fall down, he veered of course ran over the stair case as he avoided the falling rocks as the beast turned and sent its tail whipping towards Arthur.

"ARTHURRRR!" Daemon roared as the massive tail whipped towards his kings guard, yet before it could strike him down, half a dozen men appeared in between him and tail, shields up and ready.