Rhaenys, a girl found and raised among the wolves of the North. She'll embarks on a journey across the narrow sea from Westeros to Essos in search of her relative family history. Along the way, she shall learn the true essence of love, loyalty, trust, betrayal, history, and the unworldly adventures it offers.
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"Tell me young one, do you have one single clue on who you are?" Asked the Red Priestess.
"Hmm, just... Rhaenys? No offense pretty lady! But, aside from the fact that I have a talking dragon and a whinny ass dog, I don't know a damn thing about myself!" Rhaenys whined in front of the red witch.
"Well well well, it seems like you know nothing just.... Rhaenys." Melisandre smirking silently.
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" Being loved by a ruler is both a blessing and a curse. Tell me young one, how does it feel being loved by three?" - Tyrion Lannister asked after drinking a cup of wine.
" Fucking Hell. " Rhaenys stole Tyrion's cup. Drinking the wine in one gulp, expecting a massive headache all throughout the night.
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" You could've started a war if you've wanted to. Wish of anything and it'll be before you! A Targaryen Queen, the seductive Tyrell Queen, a Lannister Queen all practically begging at your feet just to share your fucking bed- " Daario Naharis drunkenly complained.
" Yet here am I, I wasn't able to prevent my adoptive Father's beheading because I loved and trusted the Lannister's Queen. I was a fool in love with that fuckin' Tyrell Queen who did nothing but to watch me die! Oh! By the way, I got both my Mother and Brother, adoptive also by the way, -killed because I was drunk in love with the Targaryen Queen. Now, tell me manwhore, what's more fucked up than that? "
Death is a fool of Love. A man living without memories of his past, lives on for eternity with no valid reality.
Wars are fought to ensure one's claim towards the Iron Throne. Queens thirsty for the throne shall fought together to secure their claim unto her, the rightful ruler of the world.