The Dragon and the Wolf
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Mhaelys stormed through the grounds and called upon her Moonfyre. The great beast reared its head through the cave beneath the dragon pit; an enormous waft of black and red emerging.
Robb hurried behind with a few members of his houseguard in the chaos, attempting fably to calm the princess.
"Moonfyre, Māzīs!" Mhaelys roared, tears starting to swim in her maddened eyes. Her once delicate wedding gown had become torn and muddied, silver braids now falling about her head.
Moonfyre herself seemed shocked by her rider's newfound fury, but obeyed nonetheless. Clicking and whining, she stretched her great black wings. With fire and blood, they would pay.
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Aegon's strong body pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the stone wall behind them. With one hand, he held hers in place while the other gripped the cold valyrian dagger, placing it against the delicate skin of her throat. His intense gaze locked with hers, sending shivers down her spine as she tried to read the emotions hidden within his eyes. As he brought his face closer to hers, he nearly whispered, "Your eyes are so cruel." She remained still, locking eyes with him without making any attempt to move. "I can be just as cruel." With that, he pressed the dagger with more force, causing the crimson blood to emerge.
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