{SEQUEL TO A SONG OF LIGHT AND SHADOW BUT CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE THOUGHT I DONT RECOMMEND IT}
In a world divided between the material realm and the Spirit Realm, the children of House Targaryen are caught between two powerful forces. As a Great...
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On the morrow, Rhaenyra would mark her eighth year as reigning Empress of the Solaris Empire. She had ascended the throne after the passing of her uncle, Emperor Uric of House Lethalis, taking her place as Empress Rhaenyra of House Lethalis. Her children, Urla and Maekar, bore her name—not their father's—reflecting the matriarchal strength of her lineage.
Unlike Westeros, where the ascent of women to the throne was fraught with challenge, in Solaris, women had often worn the crown by birthright. Rhaenyra was no exception. Her reign had been marked by peace and stability, with the respect of the lords and the loyalty of her empire firmly in her grasp. Though she had arrived in Solaris as a young girl, her uncle's guidance helped shape her into a ruler worthy of the empire's high expectations. She had proven herself not only through the warmth of her leadership but also through the iron will with which she governed. In Solaris, she was known as the sun of the empire—bright, radiant, but with a firm and unyielding strength.
Her two children, despite sharing both Targaryen and Lethalis blood, were not called dragons in this realm. In Solaris, pride did not stem from dragon mounts but from the light of the sun that guided their people. Crown Princess Urla, her eldest, was known as the "First Sun," destined to follow her mother's steps, while Maekar, her younger son, was called the "Second Sun." Together, they symbolized the future of the empire—radiant and powerful in their own right, heirs to a throne not built on fire and blood, but on the light that bound their empire together. Iron-bound, battle-forged, Eternal-Might.
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Urla, with her striking emerald green eyes and sharp, stern features, embodied her father's character far more than her mother's. While Rhaenyra was known for her warmth, Urla was cold—aloof, yet undeniably strong. She was a princess forged in the fires of duty, a warrior of her people. Even at the tender age of sixteen, she had surpassed every master placed before her—not only in combat but in knowledge as well. Every hour of her day was spent either training, studying, or among her people. And always, she stood by her mother's side, assisting in matters of the empire as much as she could.
Her reputation extended beyond the halls of Solaris. Urla was known as a formidable dragon rider, her bond with Abyzarax, her dragon, a sight to behold. A beast of earthy dark brown scales, had wings that could stir winds as powerful as mountain storms. His eyes, a pitch-black void, were as impenetrable as the night. Together, they soared across the skies of Solaris, a symbol of strength and power unmatched by any.
But perhaps her greatest accomplishment—one that would be remembered in the annals of history—was her mastery of spirit energy. She was the first in the empire to bend it to her will. The people called her the Spirit Weaver, a title whispered in awe.
One evening, after another day of rigorous training, Urla stood with her mother in the grand chambers, the weight of the empire ever on their shoulders. Rhaenyra watched her daughter silently, pride and concern interwoven in her gaze.
