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They say the Targaryens were born of flame, their souls tempered by the fire of Valyria, their hearts bound to dragons that scorched the skies.
But deep beneath the mountains where sunlight fades, another house was born. Not of fire, but of stone, venom, and whisper.
House Velyrath, the Serpents of Drakmyrra, carved their legacy in the dark veins of Mount Aeltherist. They did not command dragons, they listened to serpents older than flame, their voices winding through roots and shadows.
Their blood runs cold, their magic breathes in silence.
Where fire burns bright and dies, poison lingers.
And when dragons sleep, serpents rise.
Disclaimer:
This is a fanfiction inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, House of the Dragon, and Lord of the Rings. All original characters and story ideas belong to their respective creators (Marvel Studios, Warner Bros., and George R.R. Martin).
I do not own any of these characters or worlds; this work is for entertainment purposes only.
All original creations, including House Velyrath and its lore, belong solely to the author.