"Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person."
— Rickard Stark to Seraphina Stark
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Chapter One
Prologue
"I am going to rip his throat out." Lyanna hissed, her grey eyes hard as the icicles that hung from the trees outside.
A small smirk appeared on the female's face as she watched Robert Baratheon drink his weight, joyously mingling with everyone around him, entrapping them with whatever tale he was describing.
"He may be a brute." She muttered softly, for Lyanna's ears only. "But he isn't bad on the eyes, sister."
Lyanna sucked her teeth and shook her head. "You are incorrigible." She grumbled before plopping down beside her, stealing her cup of ale.
The dark-haired beauty laughed before nudging her sister. "Lya, why are you so upset?" She asked curiously. Lyanna was usually never phased by much, it took a lot to make her mad, and making her mad was just not ideal. She may be short in stature but she had the temperament of the dire-wolf that graced their family banners.
"Sera, he clearly doesn't care about his actions and the repercussions they may have on me. " She snapped, her eyes taking in Robert's actions with distaste clear in her eyes.
Seraphina's eyes flickered over to where Robert Baratheon stood, he was an extremely handsome man. He was tall and well-muscled, his hair was a nice dark brown that complimented his bright blue eyes that were currently covered in mirth as he laughed joyfully at whatever Clarysse Bolton mumbled off about. Sera's eyes narrowed slightly, and her head tilted to the side like a curious pup, a look she got a lot when she was deep in thought.
Robert's eyes flickered around, in search of something or someone when his eyes landed on Lyanna. Her scowl lessen as his attention shifted to her, her eyes remained trained on his for a moment before turning off to the side, her cheeks tinged pink in slight embarrassment. Sera caught them and she smirked slightly.
Lyanna was bothered by Robert Baratheon and his ability to charm any female because she was jealous. While she was jealous she was also as stubborn as a mule. She wasn't quick to give herself to her beloved because he was a man that was led by lust rather than rationality. There were rumors that he had birthed a bastard at the vale, and this tale has made its way into Lyanna's ear. She felt disrespected and embarrassed by this, and Sera was certain that this was why she was dragging her feet and refusing to play nice with her future husband.
Robert smiled proudly when he noticed Lyanna's reaction to him, and then his eyes shifted over to the youngest wolf who was also staring at him thoughtfully. Sera met his stare straight on, a sheepish smile graced her face at the fact that he caught her staring as she rearranged her thoughts. She reached for another cup of ale as Lyanna so rudely took hers, and lifted it up joyously his way. He lifted his cup in the air her way, nodding his head at her before facing Clarysse Bolton.
That woman had no shame as she enjoyed using her womanly ways to get her way. She was attempting to catch the Baratheon boy's attention in hopes of stealing him for herself.
"You are not paying him much attention, so he's taking matters into his own hands and trying to catch your attention, sister," Seraphina explained softly. "Not in a smart way, unfortunately." She added on sheepishly.
The eldest she-wolf sighed before shrugging. "I don't want to marry, father knew this. I fear I may never be enough for a man who is used to bedding multiple in one night. I refuse to be disrespected when I formally take his name." She mumbled softly.
Sera frowned at the statement but shrugged nonchalantly. "You are his firstborn, and his blood. It makes sense to marry you off to a good family. Robert may be a brute, but he is strong, handsome, and a good person. Good enough for Ned to have befriended at the least that should be some comfort. You haven't really been attempting to know the man, you are an amazing woman. If anyone were to tame that wild man I think it could be you. You are determined and driven, a force to be reckoned with."
The eldest sister placed her hand on her sister's shoulder and grasped it gently, grateful for her words. Sera was right, she hasn't tried to get to know Robert, his impression of her was that she was beautiful but she was as cold as the winter. She was to marry the man, that would not change but did her marriage have to be an unhappy one? It wouldn't hurt to let her walls down to see if that version of herself could capture Robert's undivided attention. She wanted to be loved and protected like every other girl. Lyanna then scowled when she realized the implication behind Sera's words.
"You are my sister, my blood. Don't ever speak about yourself like you are some lowly servant." She snapped. "Father is ambitious, the opportunity to make ties with the Baretheons wasn't something he was going to turn down, despite how loud I shouted and pleaded. Father loves you very much."
A melancholy smile graced Sera's features. "Apologies, sister, but I can't ignore where I come from and what is whispered behind my back. To everyone else, I am a bastard, I am the child of the woman who bewitched your father causing him to stray from his wife's bed into my mother's. Dragon bastard scum, they call me when they think I can't hear. I'm a child born out of wedlock, I will never be formally accepted anywhere. Most houses wouldn't want a bastard marrying into the family despite the connections I possess." She explained.
Lyanna reach for her sister's hand and grasped her firmly, her blue eyes peered down at her sadly.
"Still, you are beautiful, healthy, and a way for other families to not only have access to House Stark but House Velaryon as well. You may be a bastard but that doesn't change the fact that we love you, your mother's family loves you. As long as we breathe, no ill will be cast upon you. I promise you that."
"I don't wish to marry. I just wish to live in a place where my name or lineage doesn't matter. I want to explore the world and truly see it instead of reading stories about it. I want to be free like the birds in the sky." She murmured, her vulnerability over the subject showing slightly before Sera put up her walls, hiding her true feelings which frustrated Lyanna to no end. Sera didn't like talking about her problems, she has always kept them to herself. Before Lyanna could complain, their brother made his way over to them.
"Sisters! Lya and Sera! How are you this beautiful night?!" Brandon exclaimed joyfully, a wide drunk smirk on his pale face.
Brandon Stark, age twenty and the heir of Winterfell. He was the biggest ladies' man to grace Winterfell and he loved the attention he received. Sera smiled up at her brother and stood up, hugging him. He laughed joyfully and hugged his youngest sister tighter, lifting her off the floor effortlessly.
"Sera, Sera, oh how I've missed you." He sang out in her ear, and rather loudly as well because Lyanna heard him from her seat and she rolled her eyes. Brandon and Sera have always been close, and despite the age gap of five, the two were glued at the hip, but she wasn't offended, it's always been Brandon and Sera, just like it's always been Ned and Lyanna.
Separating, Sera shoved him playfully, but the man was built like a tree and didn't move an inch despite how drunk he was. "You saw me in the morning, Bran." She said, rolling her indigo-colored eyes. Sera was born with a pair of extraordinary-colored eyes. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue that remained that color in the cold, in the warmth they would change to a deep shade of indigo, a color exclusive to those with the blood of the dragon. Valyrians.
Brandon grabbed her hands before she put them down and pulled her closer, allowing himself to rest a bit of his weight on her delicate frame. "It's still been too long." He mumbled, his sharp eyes glaring at any man that he caught staring at his sister inappropriately.
"What am I chopped liver?" Lyanna huffed, standing up from her seat and glaring playfully at her eldest brother.
He chuckled loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the room before they went back to what they were doing. "Oh shut it. I won't even touch you, wouldn't want your soon-to-be husband to get jealous." He teased, a chortle left him when he saw the glare on her face appear.
"I'm going off with Ned, you can choke." She hissed lowly before stomping off in the direction of Eddard Stark - most commonly known as Ned.
Sera rolled her eyes but the giggles leaving her told a different story. Brandon and Lyanna were rather hotheaded and tended to clash heads their whole lives. It was their wolf's blood and their need to be the top wolf. It was always a fight for dominance when those two were in a room. Sera nudged Brandon down so he could join her on the bench. He followed her actions and remained close to the youngest wolf as he rested his head on top of hers, his long hair would tickle her face but she ignored it. Brandon took a deep breath in and her scent invaded his nostrils. She smelt like the cold wind and the roses that she liked to tend to.
The pale blue flower that was the color of frost were the only flowers that would bloom in the north. They were beautiful and smelled like home. They were also Sera's favorite flower, followed by red roses that bloomed in the south.
Sera pulled his hand, catching his attention. Looking down, he cocked a curious eyebrow. She motioned over to Lyanna, who sat beside Ned, the two of them paired up together, just like they were, as they gossip like older women. "Don't tease Lyanna so. She's not very happy with the rumors she's hearing about her betrothed. We have to encourage her not discourage her from Robert."
Brandon played with her long pale fingers as he met her gaze head-on, his sharp blue eyes the color of winter contrasting against her dark blue ones. "What rumors? The one about him having a bastard in the Vale?" He asked carelessly and loud, flinching slightly when he saw her glare at him hard.
"Yes. Mind your tongue." She snapped, looking around to see if Lyanna heard them with her supersonic hearing. When she saw no reaction she continued. "She doesn't feel comfortable having a husband who might not have just her warming his bed." She pulled away from him. "I know that's a foreign subject for you." That was a dig at Brandon's womanizer ways.
He glared at her and she matched his glare. Sera didn't understand why he was getting sore at her dig at him, it was the truth. Brandon was meant to marry Catelyn Tully soon but that doesn't mean that he has remained pure for her. In fact, Brandon hasn't been pure in a long time. It's expected that women remain pure as snow, it's your husband's right to steal your innocence and only him. If Catelyn were to come to Brandon on their wedding day and her maidenhead already taken from her, their marriage would be annulled and she would be considered a disgrace to herself and her family. Women in Westeros are brought into this life and sold like cattle for land and power. A vicious cycle of being pawned off just to birth more children who would be subjected to the same fate.
In her opinion men had it best in this world. They can do what they pleased, fuck whoever they pleased, and fight whoever they wanted. Now that she's really thinking about it, maybe she too would be fucking the whole kingdom just as Brandon does just because she could. Her glare softened at the thought and whatever Brandon could see in her face caused his glare to drop as well and he pulled her in closer.
"I don't intend to hurt either of my sisters. I'll be careful with my words." It was as close to an apology as she was going to get. Her expression lightened and she smiled lightly at him.
Brandon sighed in relief, he was quickly sobering up with the way Sera was acting. Sera was strongly opinionated and didn't care to hold her tongue with it dealt with something she truly cared about. She was strong-willed and loyal like a wolf. Sera didn't actively choose to challenge the dominance of the person before her as Lyanna did, she knew when to speak and went to keep quiet. Her goal was to get her point across and that's it. Sera was very secretive about her problems so she'd rather pry others and help them solve their problems. She was easy to talk to so it wasn't hard for her to get others to open up to her.
"Are you excited to travel to Harrenhal, sister?" Brandon asked, changing the subject.
Sera smiled softly, a faraway look on her face. "Of course. I'm grateful Father is allowing me to go with you all. I would have been heartbroken if I was forced to remain here, spending the rest of my days all by myself before I'm intended to go to Driftmark for the spring and summer. Jacaerys is attending the tourney, I'm excited for you to meet him." She explained enthusiastically.
Rickard Stark since Sera was born has prevented her from meeting with her mother's side of the family. She never understood this hatred and whenever she tried to ask he would change the subject or ignore her all together. He only allowed them to communicate through letter, this arrangement changed when she turned thirteen, that was three years ago. Her father and her uncle Lucerys came to some agreement after thirteen long years. She would spend the spring and summer with Lucerys and then she would spend the fall and winter in Winterfell with her family.
Driftmark was beautiful, she absolutely loved it there but just like in Winterfell, she wasn't accepted. The people were afraid of her uncle who has turned cold since the death of his sister, her mother. Once when Lucerys, Jacaerys, Aurane, and her were walking through town, some villager called her bastard scum, she's always been used to this but Lucerys overheard and hung the man without question. He made an example out of him, if anyone were to refer to his niece or his bastard with any disrespect and he hear about it, they would be punished. The people respected Lucerys but they feared him just as well.
Lucery's Velaryon was married to Valaena Velaryon who was his sister-wife, together they had Jacaerys Velaryon who was two years older than her. Aurane Waters was Lucerys bastard, his mother died during childbirth, and instead of letting him be raised as a common boy like every bastard is promised, Lucerys took him in and raised him alongside Lucerys. Lucery's stated that by taking in Aurane it would ensure a protector for Jacaerys for life, they would grow up together, loving each other. Jacaerys was born sick, in fact, he almost took his mother's life entering their world. It was predicted that he wouldn't live by the next week.
He exceeded those expectations and has been alive and well ever since. Unfortunately, he tires easily and fighting has never been his forte. That's where Aurane comes in, a brother and protector for Jacaerys for life. Aurane was about the same age as her, a couple of months separating them making Aurane the oldest. He was good with a sword but he was a complete smartass that enjoyed riling people up in return for a fight. Now he was the definition of reckless.
"I'm excited to meet the lad. You speak highly of him and I trust your judgment." Brandon stated, grabbing a chicken drumstick from the table, and devouring it, it four bites. It was disgustingly impressive to see. "Will your uncle accompany him?"
Sera shook her head. "My uncle hasn't left Driftmark in sixteen years, almost as long as I been on this Earth. He doesn't enjoy social gatherings, which is why he's sending Jacaerys in his place."
"Really? Why is that?" Brandon asked, he reached for a strand of her hair and toyed with it absentmindedly.
"I'm not sure but I have a slight feeling that it has to do with my mother." She murmured softly, a sad look overcoming her features. She barely knew her mother, nobody talked about her because it made people sad. She was loved clearly by her father and Lucery's.
Brandon kept quiet, he feared making his sister sad any further. Sera was glad for the quiet and she let her eyes wander about, searching for something else to occupy her mind, a distraction. Her gaze was drawn to Ned, who was laughing loudly with Robert Baratheon. Lyanna Stark watched her brother and his best friend interact with narrowed eyes, she was seated beside Ned still. Hearing the laughter of her other brother, she found Benjen Stark, who sat beside a blushing Laerra Mormont. Benjen had a mischievous smirk on his face as he reached over and played with a strand of her brown hair. Sera chuckled as she watched the youngest Stark male, he no doubt has been hanging around Brandon too much.
Benjen may be older than her by a year but he still had an air of innocence that Brandon definitely didn't have.
Brandon followed his sisters gaze and grinned wolfishly as he saw his youngest brother flirt his way into Laerra Mormont's skirts. "Atta' boy." He praised lowly, his grin widened when he saw Sera smile slightly before rolling her eyes.
"You Stark men are just incorrigible." She said, a playful glint in her eyes.
The eldest wolf laughed, taking a big gulp from his cup of ale. "That we are." He murmured against her ear.
She rolled her eyes before smacking him gently against his chest. "You're an arse." She grumbled and all he did was chuckle lowly.
"Seraphina."
Both Brandon and herself looked up quickly, meeting the eyes of their father, Rickard Stark. His sharp grey eyes stared at her intently before motioning her over. Untangling herself from her brother, she walked over to her father and followed him as they left the great hall, where all of their Bannerman feasted before they all headed off to Harrenhal the next day.
She said nothing as she followed her father upstairs and into his study. Closing the door behind her, she met the intimidating gaze that belong to the head wolf of House Stark. Letting a soft sigh out, she walked over and took a seat in front of him, she kept her sharp eyes connecting with his. They stared at each other intently before he sighed softly and his gaze softened considerably.
"Did you know that I wasn't going to allow you to go to the Tourney with your siblings?" He asked softly.
Swallowing, she cocked a curious eyebrow. "Why was that?"
He shrugged before letting his posture go and now sat almost lazily in his chair. "Selfishness? I don't know. You are my last born, my child, my blood. Brandon is about to marry the Tully girl soon, and Lyanna will soon marry Robert Baratheon. Benjen has been talking to me about potentially joining the nights watch, and you know how stubborn that boy can be." The two shared a soft small regarding Benjen. "And I'm currently in talks of having Eddard marry Lord Ryswell daughter."
At that, she bit back a smart remark, Lord Ryswell's daughter, Barbrey is the same woman whose maidenhead, Brandon took. That wasn't going to last but she kept Brandon's secret under wraps.
"Being in the south, you would catch a lot of attention, and I simply don't want to lose my youngest pup." He said lastly, his grey eyes turned a sad shade of blue.
"You won't lose you." She explained, her eyes saddened. "I'm a bastard, I will never marry, nobody will want to marry a bastard."
He sighed. "You would be surprised how many proposals I've received." He murmured thoughtfully, but she heard him. "You are more than a bastard, Sera. You are the daughter of Vaella Velaryon, a powerful house that holds strong connections with the Royal family. You may not have my name, but you have my blood, Seraphina Fireborn."
She loved her father with all her heart, but they have never had a heart-to-heart like they were having. Her father had to keep a stern exterior and rarely showed his children true affection. Rickard Stark never treated his children terribly, but he let them do things that most parents wouldn't as a way to show that he loved and supported each and every one of them. He was involved with his children's life and only wanted them to be happy. He missed his boys greatly when they went off to go be fostered in other houses.
Brandon in Barrowtown with Lord Dustin, Ned in the Eyrie with Lord Arryn, and Benjen in Karhold with Harrion Karstark.
Lyanna and Sera remained in Winterfell in which they were taught how to wield a sword, how to shoot an arrow, and how to use a dagger. It was rather unladylike but he saw no harm in his daughters knowing how to fend for themselves. They would have strong husbands who would protect them but for the moments that they were alone and vulnerable, they would be skilled in the art of combat. All Rickard had was his children and he loved them dearly.
Looking away, she blinked away tears that accumulated in her eyes, her hatred for showing emotion quickly taking a hold of her before something in the fire caught her attention. Blinking away her tears, she stood up and slowly walked over to the towering fireplace that took up a lot of space in her father's study. The fire roared as it devoured the logs beneath it, but it was the glimmering eggs that caught her attention.
"I know what this is." She whispered to herself.
Rickard stood up and walked over to his youngest, he placed a hand on her shoulder as the two stared into the flames, their eyes remained glued onto the three dragon eggs in the fire.
"You know why you were given the name Fireborn, instead of Snow?" Rickard asked, but before she could respond, he continued. "I met your mother in Kings landing for Prince Rhaegar's tenth name day. She came in for House Velaryon instead of your uncle because he refused to leave Driftmark unattended. As soon as I met her she was all I wanted and all I could think about." He sighed softly, he reached over and grabbed a couple of strands that frame her face and rubbed them between his fingers.
Letting go of her dark hair, beautiful pale blonde hair reappeared where he was just rubbing. Sera may look almost full Stark but she wasn't exactly, she was a perfect mixture of a Stark and a Velaryon. She had dark hair but she had two pieces of white-blonde hair that framed her face, the same blonde that only Valyrian's have. Instead of embracing it, every single day she would have her handmaidens cover the pale strands that frame her face black, matching the rest of her hair. As a child, she was bullied for it, to a point where she became self-conscious about it. So from the age of five, she hid her hair, she hated being called 'half-breed', or dragon scum.
The Northerners weren't the biggest fans of the Targaryens, therefore the Velaryons as well. Realistically they hated anyone who doesn't hail from the north. Velaryons have married into the Targaryen line multiple times in the past. Velaryons have Targaryen blood in them just like Targaryen's have Velaryon blood in them. The name didn't change much, the Northerners views Sera as a Targaryen, overlooking the fact that she was a Stark as well. She didn't want to bring shame upon the Stark name, so she decided to hide her hair, something that her family hated. Princess Elaena Targaryen also had the same issue with her hair, she had the typical white-blonde hair but in the middle of her hair, she had a bright golden streak. She was considered a crowning beauty for it but for Seraphina is was viewed as a stain.
Rickard looked at his dark-colored fingers, Sera following his gaze with a frown on her face.
"Of course, your mother and I could never be for I was already married, but we remained in contact. Sixteen years ago, I finally gained the courage to take her up on her offer and I traveled to Driftmark, and you were conceived soon after." He looked back into the flames and she followed. "I couldn't just leave her, so I stayed, I had to see what you would look like. I knew I couldn't bare it if I couldn't see you once." He paused. "You were born a month before you were supposed to, the pregnancy drove her crazy and she did the unthinkable."
A scream escaped the white-haired woman as she held her stomach in pain. Her lilac-colored eyes flickered around wildly as she saw images fly through her head at a rapid pace, things only she could see.
"Burn them, burn them." She murmured quietly to herself, she ignored the screams of her handmaidens as they tried to enter the only room that wasn't destroyed completely during the civil war known as the Dance of Dragons. High Tide still stood tall and proud, but most of it was destroyed by the Dragonfire that came from Vhagar - Aemond Targaryen's dragon.
Another scream ripped through her throat. "Leave! Leave! You will die here!" She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Vaella!" Roared out Lucerys, the current Lord of The Tides and Master of Driftmark, and her oldest and only brother.
She sobbed before shaking her head fiercely. "No! No! I can't do this." She cried as she waddled over to the wooden box that she had her handmaidens carry in. Falling down to the ground on her knees, with shaky hands she pried open the box, she stared with wide eyes at the three dragon eggs that have been given to House Velaryon years ago as a token for forgiveness after the fire of Summerhall claimed the lives of Lucerys and Vaella's parents.
"A...dragon must have three heads." She whispered.
And with trembling hands she grabbed each egg and placed them on the floor, surrounding her. And with a last sob, she grabbed her torch and dropped it on the ground and the floor soon went up in flames. A tortured scream left her system as fire consumed her, but the pain of childbirth hurt more.
"Vaella, no!" Rickard screamed, the sounds of slamming could be heard over the roaring of flames.
Her gown disintegrated and she was left nude, her body bent back almost unnaturally as she let screams of childbirth out. With the energy she didn't know she possessed, one last push, her baby slid out successfully but the sounds of her cries didn't follow. Sitting up quickly, she grabbed her blood-covered baby and stared at her frantically, she ignored the amount of blood that was leaving her system, she ignored how tired and ill she felt.
Her purple eyes remained on her child who wouldn't cry. With bated breath, she waited and suddenly her child's eyes flickered open and a pair of bright purple eyes connected with her dull ones. A small serene grin covered the newborn's face before her eyes shut once again, and she fell into a light sleep.
A relieved sob escaped Vaella and she fell to the ground, her grip tight on her child despite how quickly she was fading.
"I did my job." She mumbled softly as her eyes focused on nothing specifically. "I did. Victory is ours I'm sure of it." She laughed softly. "Daenys." She whispered before her eyes fluttered shut and her soul left her body.
Daenys rolled from her mother's arms, making a soft impact on the ground, as soon as she hit the ground, her eyes flickered open and a wail tore through the child's mouth as her mother began to truly burn from the flames.
The only thing that survived that day was the child and the dragon eggs.
"A great fire took her parents, and it was the same thing that consumed her." He sighed. "Lucerys thinks that Vaella was trying to bring the dragons back to life and decided to do it when you were coming. Your mother believed in prophecies and spoke very highly of you, of how you would be the reason why Dragons returned back into the skies. Sadly she died in vain, and the only thing that survived that day was you and those bloody eggs." He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at the eggs.
With wide eyes, Seraphina stepped forward and stared at the eggs. The first one that called out to her was a black egg with purple coloring, next was a white-colored egg with a blue reflection, and the last one was a dark green colored one with a couple of white stripes on it.
"I could never get rid of them, and for a while as a babe - as the Targaryen's did, I placed all three in your crib. It was the only way you slept through the night." He explained.
"And what happened after?" She asked quickly.
"I took them away from you and hid them, I was scared they would make you go crazy. It made the former king, Aegon V Targaryen go crazy and it made your mother go crazy. I didn't want that to happen to you."
A shuddered sigh left Sera. "Why are you telling me this?" She whispered, her eyes glazed over her mind as racing.
"Because, this is a part of your story, these are things that made you. You are a wolf, but you are also a dragon, and I understand that I must give you space to spread your wings and fly. You have lived with us, but you haven't really been yourself. You cannot continue hiding. I'm afraid that keeping you here will stop your growth. You are meant for more than just Winterfell. Your personality, your presence, and your beauty are too big to remain just here. I cannot give you my name, nor a full place in my court but I can give you this. I can give you the privilege to marry whoever the hell you want. You are a dragon and a wolf, no man can ever tell you how to live or what to do, so I won't do the same.
Slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry, she turned around and stared at her father with wide eyes filled to the brim with tears. It took him back to when she was a child and she would run into his study, biting back tears because the kids would tease her endlessly. He sighed softly and brought her in for a warm hug, and she returned it even harder.
"You are my father, I will never forget the first man I have ever loved," Sera said, pushing back and meeting her father's gaze. "And why are you talking as though I'm leaving forever? I'll just be attending a tourney, and we'll be apart for a couple of months but I'll return back to your side by fall. I won't find someone to sweep me off my feet in a matter of months. I'm not easily enamored, Father, give me some credit."
Rickard smiled sadly. "You never know what the gods have in store for you." He said simply, ending that topic before he nodded over to the eggs. "The eggs are yours, they always have been. You may do with them as you like. You have grown up to be a very smart woman, and I know you will not do something that others have done before, unsuccessfully. Tread carefully with whom finds out you carry them. People would kill to have one dragon egg in their hands, imagine three." He said sternly.
"Of course," Sera said simply, before looking over to the eggs after.
Exhaling, she walked over to the fireplace, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest as she got closer to them. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination but she felt compelled to grab them, hold them, be with them. It saddened her immensely that they would never hatch, the ages have turned them to stone but they remain beautiful, and that was the reality of that. Holding her breath, she reached down, her hands shaking as she neared closer to the fire that she was born in, behind her, her father watched with worry. Exhaling fast, she went for it and reached down, grabbing the first egg that grabbed her attention, she lifted it up from the flames.
A laugh of disbelief escaped her as she stared at her hands, they were fine, she was fine. She wasn't in pain. Suddenly she was filled with wonder, and she placed the egg that was in her hands back in the fire, slowly this time. The fire licked at her but never injured her, it just felt like a very warm hug. She giggled almost childishly and for once she looked the age of one and six.
With a look of melancholy present, Rickard Stark watched his youngest play with the fire, thought in mind.
"Fire cannot kill a dragon."
i kinda gave up on this story and for some reason yesterday I felt compelled to read it. I had something going on and I felt reinspired so Im in the process of rewriting and editing. im excited!
