King Viserys Targaryen has lost his wife in childbirth and his son Baelon. Now he only has his two daughters left as comfort and family. But the question is which of his daughters will take over the throne or is there another male candidate who can...
A few days have passed in Westeros and the summer months are approaching. Rhaenyra has almost done a great job and has managed to save enough money to pay off the debt now. The people in the city have finally calmed down and have their food and happy stomachs to be able to cope with their everyday lives now. But a big serious matter is still waiting to begin. The fields of King's Landing must now begin to be harrowed and planted for the great harvests of the summer. But the court workers who take care of the capital's harvest and food stores and the city's food and also take care of the Crownland's harvest deliveries, have tried to get their men to start taking care of the fields. But according to all the workers, the fields are completely dried out and ruined to be used again. They have tried to find solutions to get water from the clear spring that is several kilometers away. But all the water is gone too. That water source has never dried up either and it was the very water that used to flow through a long tunnel underground, when the source became abundant with rain, one could always calculate the right time when the fields should be harvested and then perhaps even succeed in another harvest or more after that. But the men have tried to dig up water from the dry source, but there is no water in it anymore. The fields must be better managed and to try to get more moist, softer and firmer soil they must dig deeper and then harrow the land several times to succeed in getting a firmer surface for the harvest fields. But the problem was that they needed something stronger than a cow or horse to be able to work so hard and well at the same time.
Rhaenyra could not bear to deal with all the problems that existed any longer. She knew that Aelora would know all the answers at once. But now she was not here and Rhaenyra was starting to lose strength. She still shared her room with her little girls and the cute little girls played and cuddled with Visenya's little dragon. Visenya had named her little dragon daughter Moonfyre.
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Moonfyre was a small dark blue dragon like the night and one night when Visenya was woken up by her dragon in her bed she saw the moon shining across the dark sky and thought Moonfyre was the perfect name for her. Visenya couldn't let go of the thought that she would get to ride her dragon one day. But Rhaenyra knew when she saw her little youngest daughter that she felt a little left out. Her dragon egg hadn't hatched yet. Or rather her parents hadn't decided when it was time to start the process of putting the egg in the fire-keeper yet and letting it hatch. Alyssa wanted her dragon too and sometimes couldn't help but feel a little sad about it.
"Alyssa! Come here." Rhaenyra called Alyssa and she went to her mother.
"Hello my sweetie! Are you sad?" Rhaenyra picked her daughter up in her lap and asked.
