*COMPLETE* In the world of ice and fire you would be led to believe ice and fire belong together. Alana Velaryon and Cregan Stark feel that way from the moment they meet at the start of the Dance of Dragons. Fate had brought them together and they'd...
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PROLOGUE:
Westeros, 150 years after the Dance of The Dragons...
Rhaegar Targaryen, King of Westeros
"You merely tell stories, brother! Always just stories and nothing of truth. Dany and I want to hear a real story! One with battles and love and-"
"Death?" My brow cocks to my hairline whilst looking at my two younger siblings. Children I have loved and cared for as mine own since my father drove himself to madness and burned himself alive with Wildfire and my poor mother died in her birthing bed having my little sister.
Viserys is twelve years of age and Daenerys, or as I like to call her... Dany, is only five. She loves to hear all the stories that I have to tell although she thinks none of them are true. Though she may be onto something. I try not to tell her too much as to not scare her but she loves a thrill. She loves to be just a little frightened, stories of grumpkins and goblins and white walkers no longer do it for her. That's child's play to her.
I place my harp into my lap and pause as I scan the looks on both their faces as they sit before me. So long as I had the two of them I did not need a wife nor did I need children. I cared only for the safety and growth of my siblings. Someday when they are old enough I will have a wife and maybe a child or two of mine own but for now? For now I have a duty to my family. To the parents lost to this sad and cold world.
"I want to hear of dragons!" Dany says as she clutches the batch of stoned eggs in her hands. She has believed for a while now that someday they will hatch and dragons will be back flying the skies of our world.
"Dragons died out." I tell her. "But there was once a time that our very home here, in King's Landing, was filled with dragons. Of many sizes and shapes and colors. It was after Aegon the Conqueror had passed. After Maegor the Cruel and Jaehaerys the Conciliator. The reign of Viserys the first, Viserys the Peaceful... It all started then."
"I was named for him." Viserys sticks his tongue out at Dany and I shoot him a warning glare.
"And you are not being as peaceful as your namesake right now when you dare to tease your younger sister." I tell him in a sing-song voice that seems to put him right in his place. "Do you want a story that will scare you? A story that will bring you to your knees with tears in your eyes, wishing the world had been different? Or do you wish to hear of silly shadow cats again?"
Both children gulped and then nodded slowly.
"Well, let's get on with the story shall we?" I adjust myself in the seat, looking around the throne room and bringing myself back to all the books I'd read. All the stories I'd heard and making sure I could tell it right and tell it as true as I could to the two of them. As of right now the three of us? We are the last three Targaryens. The last of our line.
