Beneath the shadows of fire and steel,
Old secrets stir wounds yet to heal.
A crown once lost, a path unclear,
Blood will flow, and fate draws near.
Echoes whisper of swords unsheathed,
Of fallen kings and vengeance breathed.
The dragon's roar, a haunting call,
Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall.
Where loyalty and treason meet,
The bitter taste of dust and defeat.
A dance of death, a lover's lie,
When honor fades, who dares to die?
DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN AND MAX.
BTW this is my first fanfic + English is not my first, second, or third language.
Viserra Targaryen always knew she didn't belong. Didn't belong among her siblings, among her family, in the world in which she lived. She knew that her name would not be written in the history books. After all, even with the name Targaryen she was no one. Rumour and whisper rendering her insignificant and truth burried.
So she accustomed to a life in the shadows, hidden away and always silent. Doing her best to keep attention, and with it the questions, away from herself and her family.
But while one plans, the gods look from up above and they laugh...
For in truth, fate has bigger plans for the forgotten princess. Ones which would make her step out of the shadows as her world is thrown into chaos. Ones which would make her choose between blood and family. Ones that may cost her everything...