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 nineteen. councils and desires
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The clouds broke open as Rhaexon soared over Blackwater Bay, the morning light gilding his wings in silver and ash. The wind stung Queen Maegora's cheeks, but she barely felt it — her eyes were locked ahead, where the jagged silhouette of Dragonstone rose from the sea like an ancient beast. Gray stone towers twisted into the sky, smoke trailing lazily from the vents of the active mountain.
Home.
Her lips curved, just slightly. Despite everything — the war, the letters, her aunt's absence — the sight of the ancestral seat of House Targaryen stirred something deep in her. The fire within, unshaken. She patted Rhaexon's scales. "Take us down," she whispered in High Valyrian.
The dragon banked and descended in a slow, graceful spiral toward the Dragonpit below the castle a wide, weathered structure of basalt and stone, half-open to the sky.
As his claws struck the ground, stirring dust and heat, the Queen slid forward in the saddle, already searching the space ahead.
She hadn't expected anyone to meet her.
But there, standing at the edge of the pit, as though waiting the entire morning, were three familiar figures — two tall and proud in black leathers, the other fierce and graceful beside him, her silver hair caught by the wind.
