The story is inspired by the universe of George R. R. Martin. Some characters already exist, others are invented. I would like to say that I don't know the history of the Targaryens and the dragons, I'm waiting for the House of the Dragon series to come out in 2022. Enjoy xoxo.


It was a sunny day, a long summer, the anguish and terror of winter was a distant memory. A certain carefree spirit hung over the capital of King's Landing. The King, Baelon Targaryen, organized a great tournament, he loved the festive atmosphere mixed with the sound of clashing swords and the smell of blood. At his side are his two sons, Viserys and Daemon.

"You are not participating in the tournament? asked the King, intrigued by the answers his two sons would give him.

"Daemon rode Caraxes all night, he is half asleep father." Vyseris replied, absorbed in the swordfighting that was taking place before his eyes despite his disinterest in swordplay, hunting and jousting.

"The mysterious warrior is back today, it's been months since we met him, if I had known..." Daemon replied, he too was absorbed in the duel.

"You would have slept longer," his brother continued with a sigh.

This warrior wore a dark green helmet with palmer leaves carved all over the top, which hid his entire face, he was rather short and skinny. His sword seemed to be heavier than he was, but he was fast and quick. He wielded the sword with grace and precision, it looked like he was dancing. Every time he appeared he charmed the audience with the beauty of his movements. Every time he appeared, no other knight could defeat him. However, in his previous duels he was not facing knights of renown, this time it was different, in front of him was Wylem Hightower, a prince from whom nothing resists. At the age of 14 he was knighted and thus earned the title of Ser. He had ripped out his opponent's liver in one blow. He is a young man who loves blood and violence, he was excited to face the nameless knight.

A thud sounded, it was Lord Hightower's sword falling on the hard ground covered with a light layer of golden sand. The spectators exclaimed, shouting praise for this man whose face they had never seen. Once again he was victorious, a white rose was entrusted to him to give to the lady of his choice, he threw the rose to the ground and walked away.

"That was quick," Daemon commented.

"Father, aren't you curious to know who's behind that helmet?" Viserys asked.

"I'm curious to see him lose... "

The dragon Caraxes flew over the spectators, and soon panic set in as Daemon Targaryen looked on in amusement. The three men stood up and went about their royal business. Daemon is the commander of the City Watch of King's Landing, he is passionate about this occupation, he improved the equipment of his men and made them wear golden cloaks, which earned them the nickname "Gold Cloaks". He loved to walk the streets of the capital and to establish justice in his own way. Unlike his older brother, he has a taste for the art of war, hunting and tournaments. He has a talent for leadership, but power bores him and he has a penchant for action and risk.

In the throne room he met Rhaenyra, his cousin who was five years younger than him. They spent their childhood walking the corridors of the castle together playing, Rhaenyra was always in love with Daemon, he was breathtakingly handsome, his eyes were a deep purple, he was tall to the point of being tall and lean but muscular. And his whole being exuded a unique charisma. Rhaenyra, when she was old enough, started to do her hair and dress according to her cousin's tastes, and a little game developed between them. With Rhaenyra trying to get his attention and Daemon pretending not to notice. But this game soon came to an end as Rhaenyra's uncle, Baelon, gave his blessing to Daemon to marry his niece.

"Does my future husband find me to his liking?" She walked towards him in a sensual, almost provocative way.

"I could take you as my wife now and take you with me," he smiled and took her by the waist as she giggled.

"But where?"

"I don't know, we could cross the straits and visit Braavos, the city of free men."

Unlike her cousin, Rhaenyra had never travelled, she had once made a few trips back and forth between the capital and Dragonstone.

"It is said that in ancient times, when Braavos was in danger, the titan would set off, his eyes blazing. He would enter the sea and crush the enemy," reported Rhaenyra.

"I have seen many things there, I could tell you about them. The braavosi fled Valyria and escaped the wrath of the dragons. Their way of life is strangely interesting," he said, grasping his bride's chin between his index finger and thumb.

Rhaenyra was very intelligent and knew how to use her charms, Daemon was charmed by her way of speaking and when he saw her riding her dragon Syrax, he was like hypnotized. Syrax and Caraxes often flew together to Dragonstone.

They were both interrupted by a female voice.

"I hate these damn dragons! "

Deamon turned to this person and recognized his sister, Aerehrys. It had been over a year since he had seen her, she had been away on a journey across the continent of Essos. Her pale complexion was slightly golden and she was a little thinner than a year ago. Her dark hair had grown out and straddled her back in a braid. She had a very distinctive personality and her direct temperament made her as much hated as loved.

"You must have met Caraxes, he's back in the capital," Daemon replied as he approached his little sister, a year younger.

0Did he have to come back the same day I did?"

The King and the Royal Guard entered the throne room.

"You're back at last," exclaimed Viserys, "he's missed his little sister terribly. When night falls, come to my room and tell me about your exciting adventures.

" I wouldn't miss it, big brother."

"You're here," added their father, the King.

She bowed to her father.

"My dear cousin, Rhaenyra, I have brought you some beautiful dresses and sweets, you will not find a better one."

Rhaenyra left without saying a word.

" I think she doesn't likes me," said Aereherys.