The Twins
Naelahrys Blackfyre
Naelahrys thought she was safe from the wrath of Walder Frey but as she stared intently at the outlined figure of a men, she knew that she was foolish to think so. Of course she wasn't safe, she was a Targaryen with dragons, they would hunt her down and now they have found her. As the figure crept closer, a horn was sounded into the night and she knew it was announcing the victory of House Frey. Naelahrys stumbled back, as the figure edged closer and stepped into the clearing. They were a hood, covering their face and she could barely make them out as they were consumed by darkness. Naelahrys hissed, taking a step back and with every movement she made, it put more pressure on her wound. Lord Frey has sent a hunting party after me.
Before she could question him, the man lurched towards her, causing both her and her dragons to screech. Her dragons flew off into the trees as he landed on top of her. His armored hands wrapped themselves around her throat and squeezed her neck tightly. Naelahrys rasped and gasped, struggling against him and struggling to breath. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her heart pounded wildly as she dug her nails into his arms in an attempt to pry him away. She then lost all the feeling in the tips of her fingers and her lips started to tingle. Her eyes were fluttering and she fought desperately to live, but from the lack of air and the agony, she let her eyes close. Suddenly his grip slackened and his body fell on top of her own, crushing her beneath his weight.
Naelahrys reopened her eyes, panting and let out a series of raspy coughs. She looked down towards the man lying on top of her and she knew then why he released his grip. He's dead. She looked down at his body and saw that he had an arrow buried in the back of his neck. Naelahrys looked in the direction that the very familiar arrow had been fired from and saw another figure, looming behind a tree. Jonos landed near her and crawled towards her and as her dragons reached her, Jonos' jaw and teeth latched onto the dead man's neck and yanked him away. Her eyes averted from Jonos, knowing what the dragon intended to do with the body. Her shaking hand reached out towards Elirion, who rested his head on her stomach, cooing at her. Naelahrys rubbed his head and nose in content, letting out short gasps, trying to regain her breath yet she couldn't.
As the second man, who had killed her attacker, stepped into the clearing, she let out a small rasp of relief as the world around her grew blurry and dazed. The familiar cloaked man ran towards her, kneeling at her side, as her world grew faint and briefly she wondered if she was dying but accepted what was about to happen anyway. She clutched her leg, that was now bleeding heavily. Naelahrys raised her other hand towards his cheek, cupping it softly, rubbing his face with her thumb and let a small, faint smile appear on her face as she heard him calling her name, but it sounded as if he was miles away. She murmured his name as her world grew dark and he gripped her hand tightly.
"Raelyx."
She did not recognize the building, but it almost looked reminiscent to the Red Keep in King's Landing or perhaps the building looked as if she was in Dorne, if the heat was anything to go by. Naelahrys was in someone's chambers, that was adorned with gold and various yellow and orange silks, along with red. A sweet smell of milk and honey caressed her nose softly, as she took in her surroundings. Am I dead? She wondered and as she looked around, her eyes fixated on a figure, looking over a balcony but they were hidden by a thin curtain of silk, and the woman looked from a distance, like Sansa with a Lady-like composure and lithe figure.
Naelahrys stepped towards the curtain and moved it aside, looking at the figure curiously. The woman was not Sansa as she had olive skin and straight dark hair unlike the fiery locks that Sansa possessed. The woman looked similar to Talisa and her heart ached as she remembered the betrayal, seeing the vacant look in the woman's eyes as she feel to the floor, bleeding to death. The mysterious woman turned and she gaped at the woman, as the woman smiled brightly at her. The woman was older than her but she only seemed older than her by a few years. Naelahrys remained silent, as she tried to figure out who this woman was. She edged towards the beautiful woman cautiously and when she came to stand beside her, the woman's dark but warm eyes looked towards her. She was taller than the woman, she expected the woman to say something to her but she didn't and instead wrapped an arm around her, gesturing towards the balcony. Her mouth parted, when she saw two young children, a girl and a boy, playing in the sand and with them, were her dragons.
They look like me. The boy was exactly like her in looks; with silver hair and purple eyes, but he had the same skin as the woman at her side. While the girl, had brown hair and eyes but had pale skin like herself. She choked as she looked at the girl. She has my smile. It looked as if they were trying to create sculptures in the sand and it was hard for her to look away, but when she did, she looked over at the raven haired woman and the woman merely smiled softly and reached out, caressing her face gently before dropping her hand back at her sides. Her touch is familiar...but why?
"You have gotten so big." The woman said softly and then gave her a watery smile. "I miss you so."
"Who are you?" Naelahrys inquired, peering at the familiar looking woman. "I feel like I know you."
"I am your mother." The woman stated, their eyes meeting. "You are my daughter."
"I must be dead." She breathed, looking upon the woman who claimed to be her mother as she wrapped her hand around her silver hair, caressing the locks in between her fingers. "Am I dead?"
"No, you are not." Her mother said fondly. "I have missed you grow up, and that pains me more than anything in the world."
"Then this is a dream." Naelahrys said absentmindedly, as she looked down at the children. My brother and sister. "Am I dreaming?"
"Possibly." The woman teased, smiling widely, pulling her into a gentle embrace and she returned it, closing her eyes.
"Then if I am dreaming, I will kill whoever wakes me." Naelahrys said fiercely. "I don't want to leave, I want to be with you."
Her mother sighed softly, pulling away, and then gestured towards the balcony. Naelahrys looked down and saw that her siblings and dragons had vanished, tears sprung to her eyes, as she looked towards the sands and all that remained of her brother and sister was their foot and hand prints.
"Then you shall not achieve this-" Her mother began, she started to see the scenery below them changing before her eyes.
Naelahrys watched in slight awe and horror, as she saw herself many times; turning her back on what looked to be the Twins, as they burnt to the ground, striking chains off of men, woman and children alike, venturing towards the Wall and at the last vision of herself, her breath was caught in her throat as she looked up to the shadow looming over the balcony and saw herself riding aback Jonos, with a sword raised high in the air, with a crown upon her head. And then the scene returned to sand, as she let out a shaky breath.
"And everything that shall come after that." Her mother finished, then all of a sudden a small hand was clasped into her own, causing her to look down.
Her purple eyes met brown and she smiled down at the silent girl. Rhaenys. The girl returned her smile, with a smile that she was sure could light up a night's sky and grew bitter, even in this sweet dream. They took this from me. She reached down and brought Rhaenys up into her arms and brought her into a hug, closing her eyes, rubbing her nose against hers, as her sister erupted into small giggles, a soft smile etched itself on her face as she looked towards her mother, who looked on with tenderness and care.
"We are at peace here, but you will not be. There is more for you than this-" Her mother said, gesturing towards herself and her siblings. "Do not give it up for us."
Naelahrys smiled bitterly yet gently, as she placed Rhaenys back onto the ground and then knelt towards Aegon, cupping his face in her hands. She inspected the boy and saw that he was exactly the same as her in looks. She gave him a watery smile, a tear escape her eye, as she ruffled his silver hair and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You look after your mother and sister now." She whispered, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I have to go."
"Do you have to?" He questioned frowning. "You don't have to go. You can stay here."
"I must." She said, standing up and walked back towards the curtain before turning to look at her mother, who held both Rhaenys and Aegon. All three smiling at her, a stray tear slipped from her eye as she stared at them. "I love you." Naelahrys uttered, quieter than she had intended to speak.
"And I love you." Her mother stated. "I have watched over you. You have made me a proud woman."
Her mother turned with her children, putting both her hands on the railing. They looked down from the balcony, Naelahrys watched them slowly as she backed out of the room and as the curtains blew softly with the sudden winds that had picked up, the silken curtains hid her mother and siblings from her view.
Naelahrys opened her eyes with a groan and rubbed her face with the back of her hands. She noticed that her eyes were wet, she recalled the dream with a fond bitterness and noticed that she had been moved, her back propped up against the tree. She saw that the dead body was nowhere in sight, but Raelyx was instead sitting at her side, with his legs crossed and he watched over her dragons. His eyes lifted from her dragons towards her and he smiled brightly. Jonos prowled towards her and placed his head and neck across her legs and she looked down towards her wound, it had been tended to, although it was painful, the pain was bearable and she estimated that she could probably walk. Although she doubted she could walk for a long period of time.
Naelahrys took this as a time to inspect her body; her dress was in rags, tattered and burnt but a furred cloak of red and black was adorned around her shoulders, she guessed that Raelyx had gifted her with it. She also took in her body, while she was known to have a curved figure, she had slimmed, immensely. And she knew it was due to the hardships that she has faced, her body was littered with horrific scars but the most prominent was on her right hip. She frowned, her once soft skin was now rough and jagged as she ran a single finger down the red scar. And she also took into account that she had rarely eaten as of late, yet she had gained some sleep.
"Here, you must eat." Raelyx insisted, offering a packaged food from his cloak.
"Thank you." She said, accepting the package, her lips pressed into a firm line.
Naelahrys smile faltered as she opened the package and saw four lemon cakes and suddenly began to cry. She thought on Winterfell, her childhood and the Lady Stark and she thought on Sansa, who was still at King's Landing, waiting to be rescued from Joffrey. She sniffed, but took a bite into the lemon cake anyway, moaning at the welcoming flavor.
"Are you okay, my Queen?" Raelyx asked, softly.
"Aye, I was just thinking upon Winterfell." Naelahrys whispered, chewing on the lemon cake. "...On the Stark's."
"Where do you wish to go?" Raelyx inquired, pleadingly. "Wherever it is you wish, I will take you. Please, my Queen."
"I wish to go to the Twins, I have a settle to score." She stated firmly, placing a hand Jonos. "And I must search for Ser Barristan, Nissa and Arya. They are missing."
"Many were captured that night. They are now prisoners of war." Raelyx stated, picking at the grass. "They have been placed within chains and cells."
"How dare they!" Naelahrys hissed, angrily. "They have taken Lady Stark, Robb and Arya from me and now they intend to make slaves of free people. I will not let that happen. How many, how many woman, children and men have they taken into their hold?"
"There is not many woman and children in their hold, but I overheard one of the soldiers say that there is over 1,000 men that fought for Robb Stark that are in their hold." Raelyx said slowly. "I saw them get put into chains and cells myself."
"Very well." Naelahrys said firmly. "I shall see Lord Frey. I shall make him known what happens when you cross the North."
"You cannot, my Queen. You have no gold nor allies." Raelyx insisted, his frown deepening. "I doubt that the House of Frey will give away their hostages of war in exchange for a mere threat from you, no matter how fierce you may be."
"No." Naelahrys replied coldly, and placed her hand on Jonos head, as he purred contently. "I have no gold nor allies, but I have dragons."