Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen

75 • I DECLARE WAR!!!

The Greens operation, perpetrated overnight, without warning nor declaration of war. The tragic news broke out on DragonStone.

Ripples of shock, and horror seeped through the stone walls, servants and Master Geradlys frantically tried all the best they could do, hands and clothes smeared with blood, clutching the little Princess in a futile attempt to stop her bedding, but unfortunately the girl gave up the ghost.

Sorrows, Sorrows, Prayers was the only words uttered from everyone lips as the passing of Princess followed hours after Prince's bed frame and sheets were soaked with blood like summer wine. Elissa and Maekar were dead. One dead body was here, and other had disappeared.

Muffled chaos engulfs the DragonStone, a cacophony of Aenar's yells and wailes, coupled with Rheanyra and Daenerys filled the island, blending with the clattering of the Unsuilled armor and the hurried footsteps of the guards.

The tension was palpable, a dark cloud, heavily hanging over DragonStone as suspicion and dread seeped in every corner.

Mira Tully sat motionless in the corner of her chambers, clasping to the robe she embroidered for Maekar and Elissa, in her arms trembling with a mix of grief. Her eyes were vacant, fixated on the ground, staring at a faceless abyss. She couldn't process anything but the brutal reality of her nephew and niece's death.

Unimaginable sorrow tool hold of Queen Cersei, she wept as maid servants hovered around her, faces etched with sympathy, offering her gentle touches of comfort, yet the Lannister shook bed refusing their attempt of solace. "They killed my son's

"I'll k*ll them! I'll k*ll them all!" Aenar bellowed, his voice raw with fury and anguish, he wielded an iron bar with both hands, striking it furiously against the intricate miniature stone model of DragonStone that adorned his chamber. Each pieces scattered to pieces.

"Traitors and villains! Cunts!" How cried out, his voice cracking with emotion, tears streaming his face. "They dare strike at me! I kill them!" His voice echoed throughout the walls, the iron bar, clanging against stone in rage, reveberating the walls, his face contoured with grief and wrath, his eyes full of unfocused rage.

The King who sue for ok peace, was now a mad man in a raw figure, lashing out.

"Your Grace." Maester Geradlys, his voice hesitant and calm, trying to sooth the King's fury, but the attempt only prodded Aenar to anger.

"I am the king! I am the king! They will answer to me! To their King!" Aenar roared, his voice booming with ferocity, that made the wall tremble.

"Your Grace...." Ser Erryk Cargyll tries to beg him, but Aenar brandish the iron bar threateningly. Keeping a weary eye on the bar, still poised in his hands. The knight raised his hands in placting gesture, taking a step back to avoid a bow from the King.

Aenar resumed, destroying the model in pain. "They took life of my son! My sweet son! My daughter! My only daughter! They killed her!" His chest heaved with each breath, the air was thick with emotion.

Emotion sagged his shoulders, as weight of grief overpowered him, slowly he lowered the weapon and broke in ragged breath as chaos envelopes him. His chest rising an falling with the intensity of emotion. His mind swirling the death of the son and daughter.

"Traitors and villains!" He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched in fury. "They will pay! All of them!" His word dripped with venom as he continues hitting the model. "Fire from the sky!." His voice reverberates on the walls, amplifying his violence. "This is war! I declare war! Burn them! I will burn them all!" Aenar screamed and groaned, his anger greater than the last. Hw envisioned flames engulfing his enemies, their screams, echoing in the air, their image fueled his fury as he swinged the bar.