ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒...
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The journey to Dragonstone was a perilous one, even for an accomplished dragon rider like Alicendria. She urged her majestic dragon to fly faster, determined to reach her destination as swiftly as possible.
As she approached the island, the sight of Dragonstone's black, jagged silhouette against the darkening sky filled her with mixed feelings of relief and apprehension.
With a flick of her reins, Alicendria guided her dragon to swoop down towards the castle, her body tense with anticipation. She knew that her arrival would not go unnoticed, and that she needed to be cautious.
As the dragon landed gracefully in Dragonstone's courtyard, Alicendria quickly dismounted and surveyed her surroundings. The sound of rushing footsteps and clanging metal grew closer, signaling the arrival of the guards who had been alerted to her presence.
But before they could reach her, a voice called out from the shadows, familiar to her ears.
"Princess! You're back." Ser Lorent approached her
As Ser Lorent stepped closer, Alicendria's eyes took in his features. He looked weary, with shadows under his eyes and lines of concern etched on his face.
"Ser Lorent," she greeted him, her voice steady despite the fatigue and worry she felt.
"Yes, I have returned. I trust all is well here?"
Ser Lorent glanced over his shoulder, casting a quick look towards the castle.
"Not exactly. You've arrived at a crucial time, Princess. Much has transpired since you left for King's Landing."
