Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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BLACKWATER BAY The narrow fishing boat rocked softly as it cut through the dark waters between Dragonstone and the mainland. Only the moonlight lit their way, casting a silver sheen on the restless sea. Bennar Lonmouth sat at the helm, guiding the boat with strong hands, his brow furrowed with quiet determination. Lyra sat beside him, wrapped in a worn gray cloak, her green eyes flickering nervously from wave to wave.
Neither of them had spoken for a while, the only sounds the creak of wood and the steady splash of oars. Finally, it was Lyra who broke the silence, her voice low and unsure.
"Do you think this war will truly happen?" she asked, not looking at Bennar. "I mean... a real war? With dragons?"
Bennar's dark brown eyes shifted toward her. "It's already begun," he said, voice calm but firm. "Rhaenys is dead. Rook's Rest burns. And Queen Rhaenyra... she will not stop now. Nor will the Greens."
Lyra hugged her knees closer. "But dragons... they burn everything. Cities. Fields. People." She paused, then added even softer, "I don't want to die in fire."
Bennar sighed, adjusting the sail slightly. "No one does. But we're not meant to fight dragons. Just find the ones who might." He glanced at her then, offering a small, crooked smile. "You're brave, Lyra. Braver than most."
"I'm not," she said quickly, shaking her head. "You are. You always were. I just... I'm here because Princess Vellena asked me to be."
"You came because you believe in her," Bennar said. "That's brave enough."
Lyra glanced toward the black outline of the coast. "We should use different names... in King's Landing. If anyone recognizes us—"
"They won't," Bennar assured her.
"But just in case," she insisted. "You'll be... Tom. And I'll be Ellyn." She smiled faintly, proud of her quick thinking. "Peasants' names. Easy to forget."
Bennar nodded, clearly amused. "Tom and Ellyn. A knight and a maid, off to rouse the forgotten blood of dragons." He looked ahead again. "It sounds like something out of a tale."
Lyra's smile faltered slightly. "Let's just hope it ends better than most of them."
As the distant lights of King's Landing shimmered on the horizon like fireflies, the boat sailed on—quiet, purposeful. Behind them, Dragonstone faded into the mist. Ahead, secrets waited in the gutters and shadows of the capital—secrets that might decide the fate of a kingdom.
