"i will give you war"
when a devil falls in love, it is most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.
"i serve my princess. no one else"
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𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻�...
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Visenya woke up to a new morning and immediately realized that the castle was silent. Everyone had gone on the hunt. She had heard them agreeing to leave early in the night, and now it was confirmed. The castle, usually alive with the voices of servants and nobles, felt empty and cold.
She lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling. She thought about everything that had happened in the past few days. Rhaenyra's letter was still on her mind, and even though she tried to push away thoughts of Daemon, his image lingered in her mind.
With a sigh, she decided to get up. Today wasn't meant for just lying in bed and wasting time. She put on a simple dress and stepped out of her room. The castle was quiet, and she felt like she was alone. As she wandered through the corridors of Winterfell, her mind buzzed with various thoughts. She decided to head to the library, hoping she'd find some distraction there.
When she entered the library, she immediately felt the calming atmosphere of the place. The shelves were filled with old books, many from ancient times. She loved this space. Here, she could lose herself in stories and temporarily escape reality. She ran her fingers over the spines of the books until one caught her eye—old records about dragon riders and the history of the Targaryens.
She took the book and sat by the window. She opened it and slowly began reading. The pages described the conquests of her ancestors, their power, and the magical strength they held through their dragons. She thought of Vermithor, her loyal dragon, waiting for her. She wondered if she might go flying today; perhaps it would ease her unrest.
After reading for a while, she closed the book and decided to take a walk outside. Maybe some fresh air would help. She slowly walked through the castle corridors until she reached the main gate. When she stepped outside, she saw that snow gently covered the ground. She took a deep breath and felt the cold air clearing her mind.
She decided to head to Vermithor, who was stabled not far from the castle. She felt like she needed his company today. When she arrived, she found him lying peacefully. His eyes gleamed, and he sensed her presence immediately. She approached him and gently stroked his scales.
"I've missed you," she whispered. She knew Vermithor could feel her emotions. Whenever she was near him, it felt like her worries faded away, even if just for a moment. She decided she would fly today. She prepared herself and with one swift movement, mounted his back.
Vermithor lifted into the sky, his massive wings cutting through the air. She felt the wind whipping against her face, but she loved it—this feeling of freedom. They flew over snowy plains, forests, and mountain peaks, and for a while, it felt like all her worries were left far behind.
After a long flight, they returned to the castle. She dismounted from Vermithor and spent a few moments stroking him before walking away. She felt slightly better, but the concerns about Daemon still lingered.
