AN: So here's the new chapter. First of all I want to thank everybody for following me and liking my story. It means everything to me. Also, if you find grammar mistakes in the text feel free to tell me (English is my third language ). If you have suggestions about how I should continue the story I will be grateful to hear it. The title means: The king is free! The king died! Long live the king! And one last thing, I want to say that more reviews I get, more faster will I post the new chapter! Enjoy!

Aerys

Rex soluebatur! Regis est mortuus! Vivat rex!

"They want you dead! Dead! DEAD!"

Aerys was running as fast as he could. His breath was labored and he felt his strength leaving him, the room spinning around him and making the floor wave like the sea on a stormy day. His vision became blurry and for an agonizing moment he was in the little chamber from Duskendale once again. Blinking away his memories, Aerys focused at the situation at hand. He must get away from it. His ghosts and fears had awakened today when he burned that women and from that moment until he felt asleep they kept whispering death threats in his ears. Poisonous words from corrupted voices. He must've not let the dragon lord take control over him in the Great Hall. But seeing his son looking murderous at him, made his blood to turn to ice and the fear paralyzed him for a second. Then, the dragon lord took control and began to yell commands, all while Aerys was hiding in a deep corner of his mind.

He was disgusted of himself but had nothing to do about it. Since Duskendale the panic grabbed him with her sharp clutches and his mind and body freed. The prospect of his death was so blood-curdling that his mind shut down. In the dungeon of the castle where he was kept as prisoner so many nights and days, he found anchorage in the dragon lord. He had thought that if he would let him take control for a while, he would never be hurt and scared again. Delusional idea. Every time when the imaginary lord took control he became stronger. He was cruel and cared about nothing.

Aerys was no saint, but the dragon lord's thoughts were let's say… crazy and maniacal. He wished now that he never accepted the dragon lord, but it was already late. Still he was alone. With or without the dragon lord he was alone in the darkness to confront a force that had no name, no form and no life.

Nobody was there for him. He was king, and yet nobody was helping him, protecting him from the endless abyss. Everybody was living their little, pathetic lives and were letting Aerys alone with his demon. And the most dangerous demon was the dragon lord himself, because he had a capacity to absorb Aerys' energy while he took control over his body. Every effort the king was making to escape from him, it was fruitless. The monster was feeding himself with Aerys' life, but in meanwhile it was the only hold he had.

It was not the first time Aerys confronted such a ghost. Many of them were like shadows, mean and cruel with their affronts and false accusations. But the dragon lord was the only one who helped Aerys. He was the one who stayed with him in the dungeons of Duskendale, he was the one who proposed the king to let him in his body. In exchange Aerys was getting hours of sleep and peace. When he woke up again, days or even weeks had passed by.

Now the king has finally saw what a horrible mistake he had done. The dragon lord wanted to took control over Aerys and this was the exact reason why he was alone in the Great Hall. His own darkness was awaiting the command of the dragon lord to kill him.

The hall was dark and full of smoke. The iron throne was shining in the pale moonlight. The voices were getting louder, the wind was yelling and the darkness was trying to reach the king.

Gathering all his strength he ran towards the throne. The floor was all sticky, with blood probably, and he was struggling to move. The darkness behind him was denser now, more thick and more fluid. Like a giant serpent, the creature was crawling towards the king. Aerys wanted to scream for help, but he knew, he had always knew that nobody was willing or able to defend the darkness.

With eyes of boiling blood, the serpent opened his mouth and yelled his rage. With trembling feet, the king tried to get to his throne, but nobody have ever escaped this. Preparing himself for the death the king raised his head proud and looked the creature deep in his eyes.

The darkness laughed at the boldness of the foolish mortal and darted to taste hid blood.

"Lux", yelled a voice. A blinding light erupted from somewhere behind the king and the serpent hiss venomous at the new comer. Forgetting the king, the serpent curl into an attack position and looked defiant at the person. Its scales were white as bones and the darkness was effusing from behind them like a dark river of blood. His eyes were shining with pure hate and the atmosphere was getting thicker with the dark magic erupting from him. With a horrible howling, the serpent attacked the king's savior.

Aerys ducked behind and closed his eyes. He was way to scared to watch the battle. He was sure that whatever had interference with his imminent death was not going to last long. He heart an agonizing scream and goose bumps erupted on his skin. The fear was making him to nearly loose conscious.

Another crash, another scream, another hope crashed.

"Move!", hiss a voice near him. A little hand dragged him away just before the serpent crashed with the floor where the king was seated just moments ago. Taking in a sharp intake of breath, Aerys turned to looked at this miraculous savior. What he had seen was nothing with what he had expected to seen.

A girl, no older than six-and-ten was looking rather odd at him. She had silver, long hair that was falling like a wave of her shoulders. Her eyes, big and violet, were looking at him with hope mixed with fear and doubt. She was thin and gaunt, her milky wite skin full with bruises and cuts and dried blood.

"Who…", started Aerys to ask, but she pushed her little hand over his mouth and hushed him. Throwing him an alarmed glance, she indicated the place where the serpent was standing a few seconds ago. Panic shot threw the king veins and his heart started to beat like crazy.

"It's alright", said the girl in valyrian." I have dealt with this before and it goes away" she looked with a little amused at him and for a moment Aerys wondered if the girl was crazy. "Eventual", giggled she.

"Virtus igne tenebris venit revertetur et umbele nocte." A loud scream echoed in the hall and the air became lighter.

Looking at the girl, the king opened his mouth to ask her name, but she deliquesced before he had any chance to say something. For the first time after Duskendale, the Great Hall was full of light and warmness. The feeling of dread had leaved him when the darkness faded away and his mind was not full with that hate full whispers. He defeated the maniac, crazy dragon master. Eyes wide wit wondered, Aerys began to laugh softly. He no longer felt the need to run, nor to burn something. Laughing louder now, the king felt tears streaming his cheeks. He was free of worries and paranoia, free of the dragon lord who tried to kill Aerys and take his place, free of the darkness wich clouded his mind. His ghosts finally had leaved him and this all because of her.