"The dragons of old Valyria are gone now, we are left here with nothing more than our stories child, waiting for the rise." The old crone sat, with her silver hair flowing down to the bottom of her back, blending in with the silver of her dress and cloak. She sat on a large black chair made of Valriyan steel. Sat opposite to her across the long dark table sat a young silver haired teenager, she had deep purple eyes and dark red lips. She sat with her head looking down, her garments were a deep purple with delicate silver dragons sewn into the dress, and she looked at the old woman and lifted her head. "I am sorry my Queen, it was wrong of me to doubt that dragons still roamed, you are knowledgeable and wise and know more of the world then I. The Queen smiled, "Sweet child, maybe one day you will find the last dragon and bring Valyria back from the depths of the ocean." The child slid her seat out and rose, "May I be excused?" The Queen bowed her head slowly and then looked at the sweet creature and grinned, "Rhaesenya, you are stubborn but that is why you will make a great leader." Rhaesenya left through the large doors that was guarded by two ebony stone dragons. She came to a window and looked out, in the distance she could see the deep blue depths of the ocean, she turned and sighed, Valyria during the doom had disappeared into the ocean, most had been destroyed and the many dragons and riders perished. But due to the Targaryen dreamer, her family and loyal friends planned for the doom and had mages ready to protect them from the great fire and the ocean. The true reason for the doom had been forgotten, but deep down Rhaesenya believed it was because they became too greedy and proud. Her family had been seated at the great sleeping dragon since before the doom, but it had a different name then lost to her family. Once a freehold with no king or queen when the doom occurred as the only great house, they declared themselves the rightful rulers and called themselves kings and queens. There was no opposition, well not after the first king drowned any opposition in the great ocean around them. The last dragons to high Valyria died within the oceans walls, the stories say that the kings and queens had to kill them because they went mad from being trapped in a small area with little flight room, surrounded by water. Rhaesenya made her way to her room, there she could dream her dreams and read of the old times. As she entered her room, she felt a chill, she saw that the window was open, she had not left it that way. She warily stepped into the room. She headed towards the bed, her dagger was under her pillow. She lifted the silk pillow and the dagger was gone. "Looking for this your majesty?" She shot around. Before her stood a strong man, with pale golden hair, so pale is appeared almost white, he was wearing brown leathers and had a large grin on his face. In his hand was the dagger, the hilt turning into the head of a white dragon. "You know that weapons are dangerous?" He laughed and placed the dagger onto the dressing table beside him, "So my princess are you ready to go a riding?" She stepped closer to him until their noses were touching, she then raised her hand and hit the side of his head, "You need to stop scaring me like that. You are so immature." She turned away and smiled "I can't go riding today I'm afraid, I have studies to do." Behind her she heard a loud and long sigh, "When was the last time we rode? The last cycle? Two cycles ago?" The passage of time in Old Valyria was hard to do, as the sun and moon couldn't be seen, so the mages used magic to create a false light and to create a false moon, a cycle was dictated by the full passing of one moon, as the false light was so difficult to create there would be long periods of moonlight and daylight. "Riding is a waste of time, the land is small we have discovered it all. I want to fly Aeron, I want to soar above this place and leave the ocean. I want to see real sunlight and moonlight and feel the wind on my face, I want to live the stories I have heard from the Queen. I need to go." Aeron walked to the window and looked out, his smile was gone and he just straed into nothing, "We all want to go, if I could get a dragon I would be out of here as soon as I could. The ocean is too deep, the barrier is always up. You must face the fact that we will not see that world, this is our world and you need to appreciate it for what it is." He then turned to the door and walked out, not looking back not making a sound. He just left. She sat at the end of her bed and stared at the blade on her side, the white dragon hilt was staring back at her and she felt comfort in that.
Rhaesenya stood and walked the halls of the castle till she found herself at the basements and the crypts. Here laid the bones of old dragons and the paintings of old Valyria. Past Kings had put them down here so they didn't have to face the failure of old Valyria and the loss of all the dragons. She came down here to remember how it was, too have the motivation to make it as it was and bring back the dragons so she could fly and touch the sky. All she had learnt of the world above the water came from stories in books from her ancestors and the tales the elders told. Many years ago, it was said that the elders could travel from here to the land above, when magic was stronger and the mages weren't as tired or young, but those days were over even the elders were children the last time they saw the world above. When Rhaesenya was a child she would come down here and play hide and seek, the other children wouldn't dare come down so she always ended up winning, she knew every section if the crypts and the basements, and that was why she knew instinctively where the eggs were. Two large stone eggs with the shine of the day they were lain. The scales as soft as marble. One was a shimmering blue, like the ocean that surrounded them the second was are sparkling green, she imagined grass to be the same colour and to shine in the same way. She would hold them close to her chest and imagine a dragon breaking forth and flying free to the world above. Rhaesenya had already named the dragons eggs, the blue one was Valyria named after the land she lived in so she could always remember her beginnings and have a piece of home with her even when she fled and the green was called Dracaerys, after her father who had told her the tales of the beasts that shared her blood. Each night she would dream of the eggs, the dreams becoming more and more realistic as they heated up and hatched to land on her chest and lay their heads to her heart. When she was done taking in the beauty of her eggs she returned to her tower and laid there, wondering about what was to happen the next day.
That night she dreamed of the eggs like she usually did, but instead of dragons coming from them two men did the first she did not recognise, he had silver hair that shone like starlight and lilac eyes, pale and shining like gemstones. The other was Aeron with his pale golden hair and powerful stance. She looked around and saw that behind her stood her two dragons, they were large and powerful from their mouth spewed smoke. She felt she had to make a choice, which she would put to the death and which she would have to wed. She looked at them both, both she loved dearly and both the dragons threatened to burn. As she looked at each she noticed that behind them stood many different people, they all shared similar features and all wore crowns. She knew that they would be her descendants and depending in the husband she chose would change the future of her family line. She then heard screaming and from in the distance she could see fire and water and her families sinking into the ground, their doom had come the second doom of Valyria, she stood their crying watching her two possible futures fall apart, she turned to the dragons and found that they were gone. She the silhouettes of her dragons leading the doom, she realised that they had brought it on, they brought the doom on her family, but still she loved them and still she wept. She fell to her knees, she couldn't move she watched her family's burn and cry out and she could do nothing. She woke in a cold sweat and she sat up. She had fallen asleep in her clothes and felt this was the time to change, she stripped and laid her clothes on the floor. She stood there and let the cool surround her. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the Queen entered. "Ah good you're awake, you will need to get dressed and come with me. Our guest has arrived and you need to welcome him." She looked her up and down, "Wear something that will show your body off, you have that see through outfit do you not? Wear that." She walked out, giving no explanation of why she should wear such an outfit. Her Grandmother had never been the explaining type, she had been queen since a young age and expected that people would do what she asked without question, sometime Rhaesenya forgot that they were even related, she took after her mother more than her father, and her father was like his mother the current Queen. She went to her dresser and picked out the outfit, it was a lilac gown, see through and tight fighting, accenting her curves and breasts, she was brought is as a gift by her mother when she was deciding on her future husband as a way to please him, she never got to choose her daughters husband. She added to it silver jewellery and a silver ornaments in her hair, a lot of her outfits and accessories followed this colour scheme as their sigil was a silver dragon on a deep purple field. She headed towards the great hall, guards would see her and look away as they had no right to look at the future queen unless she wished it so. The dark doors swung open revealing the queen standing talking to four men. Two she recognised, Aeron stood there next to his uncle, and he smiled and then straitened his face when he saw that his uncle did not show any affection towards her. The other two men were strangers, the princess stopped and looked them both up and down, "This is my Grand-daughter and future heir to the sleeping dragon and Valyria Princess Rhaesenya of house Uraxoneir of the silver dragon, last of the true dragon lords, survivor of the doo, and the blood of dragons. This my child is your Cousin on your mother's side, Lord Veraxion or house volcanis protector of the outermost realm, and his son Targaerys." Rhaesenya bowed and moved to be beside her grandmother. "Aeron and Targaerys are fighting for your hand, they have the best claim to your hand and to our family, you will choose one by the end of the 12th cycle, you have 3 cycles to decide, if you do not I will choose for you." She turned and left the hall, the fathers of the two men followed, leaving the princess and her two suitors in a room together. "It is an honour to meet you my princess, I hope I will be your choice and will make you happy." He bent his knee and then rose again, "I didn't plan this Senya, I would never…" Rhaesenya laughed, she looked at both men and could not help but laugh, "Do you like what you see my Lords, here I am dressed for your pleasure for you to choose if I am worthy…. Am I worthy my lords?" She continued to laugh, Aeron stood there for a while but then walked away and out of the room, the mockery became too much for him and he respected his friend far too much to continue looking at her as she as exposed. "Your highness, this laughing is… uncomfortable" Suddenly the princess stopped laughing and her eyes filled with tears, she sopped herself from crying and looked at the suitor dead in the eyes, unblinking. "I will not marry Aeron, he knows that, my Grandmother knows that. They didn't choose him so I could have a choice, they chose him so I could marry you. You are the one my Grandmother wants me to marry. I've made my choice." She stood there for what seemed an age just staring at him, "I will marry you my lord, as the queen wishes. Good day my Lord, I have studies to attend to."