𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━
in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life.
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in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband'...
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ACT THREE. chapter seventeen. attack
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The next day, Queen Maegora spent the entire morning in the Dragonpit. The thick stone walls and the cavernous space, filled with the scent of ash and dragonhide, were a sanctuary for her weary soul. Being with Rhaexon, her dragon, gave her a sense of peace she hadn't felt in weeks. She stood beside the massive beast, her hand trailing along the warm, scaled neck as he rumbled softly in contentment. The sound, low and steady like a distant storm, always calmed her.
The war had begun. Not fully, not yet, but the first ripples had already begun to spread. Each day brought news of skirmishes, of banners raised and alliances shifting like sand in the wind.
She was lost in thought when she heard a faint crackling of gravel behind her, footsteps echoing softly through the high arches of the Dragonpit. She turned slightly, hand still on Rhaexon's side.
"Did I disturb you?" came a familiar voice.
She smiled faintly. "Oh, Luke... No. Not at all." Maegora turned to face her cousin, Prince Lucerys. His expression was concerned, his brow furrowed with some unspoken tension.
Lucerys hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Daemon has left Dragonstone."
Maegora blinked, surprised. "Really?" She studied his face, searching for any hint of uncertainty, but he only nodded.
