For years they had thought him dead, slain at the hands of Robert Baratheon himself. As the Seven Kingdoms spiral into chaos, a ghost from the past rises to claim what's rightfully his. For a dragon's fury knows no boundaries, and Rhaegar Targaryen shall take what was his with fire and blood. {Rhaegar/OC}
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I was dead….I am dead.
Rhaegar Targaryen could feel the coldness deep back into his bones once the fire within him ceased, and though it was a pleasant breeze that brushed against his skin, thoughts still occupied his mind. He had died, hadn't he?
But one could not feel emotions, nor comprehend thoughts in the afterlife. So how was it that he could feel, sense and smell? Was he alive? He could feel his lungs burn with an insatiable thirst for fresh air, the painful thump his heart gave with each pump.
"This is impossible," Rhaegar found himself muttering to the cool, empty room surrounding him, though his eyes remained shut, he could still sense all around him. Years of training had taught him the secrets of the night.
"I'm afraid not, my Prince." He had not expected someone to answer him, for the slight tension coiling within his muscles prepared the man for a fight that would not come. "You need not fear me, my Prince. But a thank you shall suffice."
Feminine. So his savior had been a woman. Oh the Gods must be mocking him, and though as humorous as his situation seemed, Rhaegar could not bring himself to feel ill ire towards the woman. "I," he mumbled, struggling to voice his troubled thoughts, "-should be dead."
He could sense her now. Such a beacon of light shining through the darkness surrounding him. But yet his eyes remained shut to all around him, and his savior a mere mystery.
"Yes," she confirmed in a clip tone, a tone that reminded him of a mother scolding her children, "-you should be. By all accounts, we should not be having this conversation. Though alas, here we are." Sarcasm dripped from every word she uttered and had Rhaegar been in his right mind, he would have found it entertaining.
"How?" The only conclusion his mind could offer at that moment was something that shook him to his core. "Blood magic." His fingers twitched at the aspect and his throat ran dry once more.
Blood magic had brought him back, and though he knew the price one paid for such blasphemy, Rhaegar could not find it within himself to despise whomever brought him back.
For only death can pay for life. "It will take a while for you to adjust." He could hear the sympathy behind her words and though he did not want them, it was a warm embrace he did not expect. "There is much that has happened," and just as quick as it appeared, coldness once more replaced her words, "-since your death at the hands of Robert Baratheon."
It was like someone had dumped him with a bucket of ice cold water, for the moment that bastard's name echoed through his mind, all he could think of was his precious Lyanna. What had happened to her? Was she alive?
"I shall leave you to your thoughts. My father shall return soon, and he shall explain everything to you. It will take time to adjust, but just know that as long as we may live, the Travelyans shall always stand behind you, my Prince."
Travelyans.
It rang a sense of familiarity within his mind, but yet nothing came forward. But before he could truly dwell on it all, the sound of footsteps thundered through the room. "It seems my father has arrived. All questions you have will be answered."
And then a chilling voice broke the silence that ruptured through the room. "Rhaegar Targaryen is no more. He is but a simple man. A man with no name. A man without identity. A man without purpose. But a man with a vengeance."
His fate was sealed.
Author Note: I shall explain all in the next chapter. I would like to hear what you think might happen next, and I will be open to any ideas you might have for me. Hope this chapter wasn't confusing in the least.
