theseventhchapter7
You cannot sense what I sense, feelings time forgot
You're just a man, I guess, you do not live obsessed
Weaving some meaning, some myth in your party dress
Aeraena Targaryen was born to the boiling of war and betrayals. She knew that before any man or woman. She knew many things and she knew nothing of what to do with it.
A princess, was just a pretty way to say she was trapped in a castle and would only move to a different one once she was married off.
War and death and loss on the bend and no one will listen to her or her twin. The royal twins, one a dreamer and the other a rumored witchling.
Will she survive, be that running away with Veraxys or manipulating her way through, or will she die scratching and clawing all the way to the grave?
started: June 28th 2025
ended: uncompleted
Word count: currently inconclusive
Percentage: currently inconclusive