Love Strong

Chapitre 2

It’s been three days since the announcement of Queen Aemma death. The funeral was today, and Rhaenyra has been restless. Her sister hadn’t left her chambers since the announcement, and she understood, of course she did, but at the same time, she really needed her in these times. She just wanted to cuddle with her in bed and bask in the comfort she provided, but Elyria didn’t let anyone enter her chamber, not even her dear little sister. So, here was Rhaenyra standing in front of her door hesitating about what to do. After some time, she raised her hand and gave three soft knocks on the door, and she waited. After a couple of minutes, she knocked again but had the same result. She sighed and softly laid her forehead on the door.

“Elyria” she said softly.

No response.

“I know you’re listening, and I also know that if you don’t want to come out of your chambers, it is because you don’t want to face the real world, but you must. Mother is... is... she’s dead” she finally admitted in a whisper.

“And I know you’re hurt, and you’re suffering, but I am too, and I... I need my big sister, I need you” she said, waiting for an answer.

Still none.

She bit back a sob as she wiped the few tears that fell from her cheeks. She straightened her body, readying herself to go, but she had to say one more thing.

“I’ll wait for you if you decide to come to the funeral” she said, turning around and leaving to go prepare herself.

Everyone was waiting for Rhaenyra to give the command to Syrax, but she just couldn’t, not without her sister. She knew that she probably wouldn’t come, but she just couldn’t, without her. She was going to give up when à familiar touch on her shoulder made her turn around to meet familiar lavender eyes.

“Hāedar”(younger sister) Elyria softly said.

“Ao māstan” (you came) Rhaenyra said, not believing she really came.

Elyria looked at her for a second before giving her a small smile.

“Nyke couldn't ivestragī jā rƴ bisa mērī, could nyke? Nuha jorrāelagon” (I couldn’t let you go through this alone, could I? My love) she said with a smirk at the end.

Rhaenyra blushed at the new term.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon?” (My love?) she asked softly, still blushing.

Elyria just hummed, giving her another smile.

“Īlon’ll ƴdragon nūmāzma ziry told sir, emā iā job naejot gaomagon” (we’ll talk about it later now, you have a job to do) she answered softly.

Rhaenyra’s face instantly fell at the reminder. She turned around with her sister’s hand still on her shoulder.

“Dra…” the word was stuck in her throat.

“Sagon kostōba” (be strong), her sister whispered in her ear.

She took a deep breath, gave a small look to her father, and finally looked at her dragon with determination in her eyes.

“Dracarys!” she strongly says.

Everyone watches as fire consumes the two bodies.

A small squeeze on her shoulder made her turn around again as she met her sister’s eyes. She couldn’t help herself as she flung herself on her sister, clinging on to her for dear life as tears were leaving her eyes.

“Everything kessa sagon okay, zaldrītsos. Kesi botagon bisa tragedy se become stronger syt ziry” (Everything will be okay, little dragon. We will survive this tragedy and become stronger for it) Elyria whispered gently in her little sister's ear.