There were two babes in the Tower of Joy.
Two babes tied so closely to their parents, Ned had to make the decision.
One with hair like raven feathers, eyes as grey as steel, and a face of a true Stark. The other, with hair like moonlight, eyes lik...
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Rhaenar had chosen to fly ahead of the Khalasar, her trust placed within Qotho to return them safely to Meereen meanwhile she could prepare the city for the onslaught of bodies. She remained tight to Leirion's body as the dragon soared through the night sky, the weather clear as she glanced around, seeing the stars surrounding them. It looked so peaceful and beautiful from up here, she could understand why the Dothraki chose to spend their afterlife amongst the dark clouds, the wide moon staring over at her.
The rhythmic swoosh of Leirion's wings rushing through the air settled her, feeling the wind play at the pale braids swung over her back as she lent forward, pressing her body further into the scales. The journey back to Meereen wouldn't take long, less than a day at best, and she knew she was close; she just had to trust the dragon that was carrying her.
Leirion began to descend, heading nose first though the break of clouds as loud booms echoed around them. Rhaenar sat up slightly, indigo eyes running across the area in front of them. Fireballs were thrown through the air from the sea, raining down upon the city that she had grown fond of. She gasped, letting Leirion take the lead as he headed straight for her pyramid, the balls of fire crashing into the thick brick.
He landed just shy of a balcony, Leirion's massive weight crashing to the stone, before lowering his shoulder to her as she stepped off, the dragon taking to the sky once more. Rhae didn't understand what was happening, had the tensions really grown that much in the time that she was away? An Unsullied popped out of the open door way, a warm glow emitting from inside.
The Unsullied's eyes widened before he dropped to his knee, head bowing respectfully. Clearly they were under attack from something, otherwise why else would he have come out here? And that ships were slowly destroying parts of Meereen. Rhae nodded, acknowledging the man before stepping past and entering; her eyes locking on those inside.
Missandei stood beside Tyrion with a knife within her hand, Grey Worm just in front of her armed himself, with the Unsullied that surrounded them kneeling. They all looked at their Queen. "Queen Rhaenar." Tyrion offered, bowing his head.
"What is going on?" She asked, cutting to the chase at the pyramid shook, another ball hitting her home.
He coughed, the others sending sideway glances his way as she stepped closer to him; the indigo alight in anger. "Despite appearances, I think you'll find the city's on the rise." On the rise? It's being battered with siege weapons by ships in their harbour; it didn't seem to be on the rise.
