Chapter 4: The Lord of The Tides
The Order of the Blood Dragon, the organization responsible for keeping knowledge and training of Stepstones Blood mages and priests of Valyrian faith in the art of using magic and the art of healing. Their members are also responsible for keeping various knowledge in the form of books and scrolls, dating back to the days of Old Valyria. In this way they are very similar to our order of the Maesters of the Citadel, although their order is under direct control and authority of House Varezys. Unlike the Citadel which is independent.
However, no matter who controls them, it's undeniable that The Order of the Blood Dragon possesses a great knowledge and understanding in various fields, much to the Citadel discomfort. For example, their practice of magic which can be used for unnatural healing is without doubt disturbing and it goes against the natural order of things. It is said their blood mages can even resurrect the dead. We the Maesters of the citadel do not like this organization as it represents everything which was wrong with Old Valyria but we also can't deny that we would be elated to at least get some of the knowledge this group of blood mages keeps, unfortunately every attempt to do so ended miserably.
Maester Gerion in the book: Stepstones Principality, the Remnant of Old Valyria.
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The guards opened huge doors and Lord Corlys entered the Blood Keep throne room with his escort behind him. The room was huge. It was a little dark even though there were a lot of torches on the walls, due to the dragonstone from which the entire keep was built. The hall was decorated by tapestries depicting dragons, famous battles and generally reflected past and lost glories of The Valyrian Freehold.
On the other end of the room was Stepstones throne also made from dragonstone. It was a five feet tall chair to which led the stairs from the ground. It was decorated with the huge dragon statue on its backside. Dragon head with its neck and upper body was visible above the throne and the spread wings were on both sides of it. Corlys definitely thought it looked impressive. He also remembered that it was a statue of she-dragon Rovaxes, also called the Red Death. Next to it was also a smaller chair reserved for the ruler's consorts or spouses.
Aerion immediately recognized his friend and brother-in-law. Who, despite being from a Valyrian family who resided in Westeros for a very long time still possessed a traditional Valyrian features, the pale skin, silver hair and bright blue eyes, a prominent trait in house Velaryon lineage.
The herald loudly announced him as he approached the throne. "Lord Corlys of House Velaryon, Master of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides!" While walking forwards, Corlys felt the gazes of several Dragon Wrath Guards members strategically placed around the room, in their Valyrian steel armor. With their halberts and swords ready to use. In that moment Corlys was truly glad he could count himself as a friend to House Varezys, knowing that these elite royal guards would kill him if he was a threat and that they would give their lives for their Prince without hesitation.
He stopped a few feets before the Throne. At the base of it were standing two more guards, each on one side. Among others, there was his wife Alyrya who winked at him with a bright smile. Corlys immediately recognized Lady-Archon Alearys Rahareon whose expression was neutral, cold even. Next to her were her two brothers Talaegar, her husband and Vaelyx Rahareon.
There were also Chief-Commander Vaenys Nesterion who looked at Corlys with respect and vice versa. To his irritation, Corlys eyes stopped at Saerenna Maenerys, older, rude, ruthless yet efficient and loyal Admiral of the Stepstones fleet, whose mocking grin told him everything about what she was thinking and was enough to boil a blood in him, however he was able to hold himself back.
The last two present were the High Blood Mage who also serves as a High Priest of Valyrian Faith, Visegon Jaelagar and lastly Colrys managed to spot a figure covered in the shadows and leaning against the wall in the left corner of the room. Seemingly uninterested while playing with throwing dagger but Corlys knew very well that nothing was going to escape the perception of that man. "There he is, one of the most dangerous men in Essos." It was Raemon Anarys, the Shadow Master, the leader of Alyrya's Disciples. "I hope you are not aiming at me with that thing." After these thoughts Corlys finally fixed his gaze on the Prince Aerion, sitting on the throne, leaning against its right armrest.
Corlys bowed his head and placed the fist of right hand on his chest. "Greetings, Prince Aerion, I am glad we are meeting once again."
Aerion bowed slightly, in response. "Greetings to you too, Lord Corlys, it's been a while. You look well for someone who married my sister." Aerion smiled, and a few chuckles sounded from the present people.
"Hey! That is not funny brother." Alyrya scolded Aerion who just waved it off.
Corlys cleared his throat. "I must say that Princess Alyrya is certainly making my life more colorful, however that is not why I am here." He straightened and prepared himself to sound as serious and official as he could while taking the letter from his belt and offering it to the Prince. "I am here to deliver the letter from my king, Jaehaerys Targaryen the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
Aerion rose up and climbed down from the throne to Corlys. He took the letter and put it in his left hand and continued by offering his right hand for shaking. Corlys dropped his serious outlook afterwards and shook Aerion's hand, while smiling. "It's good to see you Corlys, it's a shame you chose to visit only because of duty to your king."
"Well, I have to say, this year was rather busy for me and Alyrya, among other things, we sailed to the Thousand Islands and believe me it was a rather gruesome experience. Luckily we were able to return home safely. But just a few days afterwards, I was ordered to deliver you that letter."
Aerion gave it an investigating look, especially to its seal made out of red wax, bearing the three headed dragon of house Targaryen and nodded. "When does your king expect the answer?"
"Well he didn't state anything specific only that I should give you the letter, wait for the answer and return to King's Landing with it or if you do not write the answer at least tell him whether you agree to his conditions."
Aerion raised his eyebrows. "Conditions?"
"That's all he said to me, so you must read the letter if you want to know more. I myself have no idea of its content or why you are corresponding with him in the first place." Corlys sounded almost reproachfully, like he should be informed about what's going on.
"Don't worry, I am sure Alyrya will fill you in with all the details. I am expecting both of you to dine with me tonight. There is something I need to discuss with you, the matter of the family. In any case, I am going to read this letter in my solar and discuss it with my advisors. You and your men will get lodging and you are free to move around the keep and town. I am sure your wife will keep you company. If you seek some good and calm place for relaxing and to spend some time with her, I recommend Jade Dragon Tea House in town."
Corlys shrugged. "Well, I am not in a hurry at the time but I would prefer this matter to be finished sooner rather than later."
"Look, all I ask is a little of your time, you will get an answer for your King tomorrow, you have my word on that."
"Alright, I will wait then."
Alyrya took his agreement as a sign and moved towards him. "Come, my love, that teahouse is not such a bad idea." Alyrya enveloped her arm in his husband's arm and was practically dragging him out. Corlys only bowed his head before he was walking out the throne room with his wife, who already started to talk about the famed teahouse. "It was founded by a man with mixed Valyrian and Yi-ti ancestry, you see? The ruling Prince back then allowed him to construct his establishment and be in charge of it here on Bloodstone…"
Aerion turned to the present counselors with the letter in his hand. "Come, let us take this to my solar."
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Aerion broke the seal, leveled the parchment while all the present advisors at the table were waiting and watching him. Some of them began to be nervous, especially after he frowned which looked like he didn't like the content of the letter.
To Aerion Varezys, Dragonlord, Prince of Stepstones, General of the Golden Company and Lord of Bloodstone
In truth I was really surprised you sent me your letter. Contrary to your belief, I am roughly familiar with who you are and your reputation. I know that the mercenary general Daemon Varezys was your grandfather, the man who helped my vile uncle Maegor the Cruel as you correctly pointed out. Which is something I can never truly forget or forgive as Your company in the past supported a monster, but I am aware it wasn't you who was in charge of it back then. So, I will not judge you for the sins of your grandfather.
In fact you admitted Maegor wasn't a good ruler and you are willing to set the tolls for Westeros traders back to what it used to be, just for the chance to negotiate with me. For those reasons I might be willing to agree with this negotiation but I am still doubtful about you and your intentions because of something you let happen.
There is a certain fact, you either knowingly or not, undermined the power of house Targaryen by marrying your sister to Lord Corlys Velaryon and by doing so, you gave his family power to ride dragons. You wrote you want to repair the bridges between our families, well by doing that,you destroyed them even more, so to speak.
Yet, I am not unreasonable and I believe there is a way to fix relations between our houses. In short, if you truly want to negotiate with me about any treaty, I need more than warning against an upcoming attack I know about for months or lower tolls for Westeros associated merchants. Even if my councilors in general advised me to accept your attempt to negotiate with me.
To the matter at hand. As you know Prince of Dorne is coming to attack my realm in the nearest future. And you are in the perfect position to assist me with dealing with that problem and it will prove to me your good intentions. In other words, help me destroy that invasion force and as a payment the negotiations will be held between us. It's really simple, favor for favor. I am looking forward to your response.
Jaehaerys Targaryen the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
Aerion put the letter down, and took a deep breath, he looked slightly irritated, before saying. "Well, it seems that some things just won't be easy to achieve. A simple favor huh ?….What's more, I undermine the power of House Targaryen… well, he is probably not wrong there but still …."
Everyone at the table was already familiar with why Aerion sent the letter and with his plans. These words indicated to them that something is not right and they gave each other a puzzled and uncertain looks.
Alearys was the first to talk to Aerion. "What's the matter, my Prince, what did he write to you?"
"Here, read it yourself, aloud if you be so good." Alearys took the offered letter and began to read it slowly to the currently present advisors. Afterwards a long silence followed until it was broken by Talaegar.
"You can't possibly accept his request. There is no guarantee that negotiations you ask for, will be fruitful in any way shape or form, given his attitude. You will do this and he can just refuse you later, it's a filthy trick to get something for nothing. Plus the Dorne will take an attack on its forces as a war declaration."
Vaenys immediately supported Talaegar. "Yes, I would say the lower tolls should be and they are enough of a concession. Especially because you are giving him that just for the promise of negotiation which can end in many ways…. I am with Lord Rahareon on this one."
"Please…. It's not like destroying that invasion force would be some difficult thing to accomplish. We could just let their ships between our islands and then our fleet under command of our admiral would make short work of them. Isn't that right? Plus if she managed to do a thorough work as she usually does, there would be no survivors to go and tell the tale about it back to Dorne." Vaelyx added his opinion while pointing to Saerenna Maenerys who just shrugged.
"Yeah, I would really enjoy sending those desert cunts to the bottom of the sea. But don't get me wrong, I still agree with the notion that doing it for Targaryens, when all our Prince gets, is just a chance to get a treaty, is just buggered. On top of that, the accusation that His Grace somehow undermined their power….. It looks to me like the Targaryen King is trying to stir things up. Nevertheless, it's not my place to decide what to do, though if I was ordered to sink the Dornish fleet, I'll do it without question." She folded her arms.
Aerion raised his hand in a calming gesture, which stopped any of the other advisors from talking. "As tempting as that is, Lady Maenerys, I have no intentions of risking lifes of my people against these.. What did you call them? Desert cunts. Speaking of which, Lord Anarys, were your agents able to find out when their fleet is to set sail and to where?"
"Yes, your grace, the Dornish fleet is going to be on its way to the Stormlands in three weeks time, at least this is what my agents claim. And as for where it's heading? The fleet destination should be the southern shore of Cape Wrath, probably south of Mistwood."
"Can we trust this information from your agents to be accurate?" Vaelyx asked with the hint of doubts in his voice.
Lord Anarys looked irritated for a few seconds by the question as if the possibility of him being wrong is just ridiculous. "Given the fact the information is directly from the Prince of Dorne I would say yes, Lord Rahareon."
Vaelyx frowned. "Oh? Dare I even ask how you managed to get it from such a first hand source, Lord Anarys?"
Shadow master just shrugged. "It wasn't exactly difficult to obtain as he himself boasted about it to a few of the female agents of mine. You see, the Prince of Dorne is rather fond of sleeping with beautiful women with the Valyrian features and Lyseny accent. Sometimes he even lay with the men of such features…."
Last words lures mixed reactions from the lords and ladies around the table. Lord Nesterion just shook his head disbelievingly. "So the Prince of Dorne swings both ways. Why I am not surprised. I feel sorry for your agents, Lord Anarys."
"I don't care who he fucks and who fucks him, it's irrelevant." Everyone again settled themself and began to listen to their ruler who seemed to be thinking what to do. "Alright, I know what is going to be done. Lady Maenerys, when his fleet arrives at Stepstones waters, your ships will let them sail through without any incident, if they choose to cause problems then and only then, you are allowed to attack, otherwise I do not want any fighting."
"So, I guess your attempt to make a treaty with the Targaryens goes out of the window?" Alearys asked.
"Not at all." Aerion shook his head. "As much as I don't like his conditions, the making of non-interventional treaty with the Targaryen king is important and this is an opportunity for it I can not let pass."
He could also feel some of the tension from his advisors around the table, Aerion knew they would never go against his decision openly but it doesn't mean they agreed with him. "However, I agree with all of your arguments. You are right, if I give him what he wants and I get a negotiation with an uncertain outcome at its end, it might even result in no gain on my part. Plus the Destruction of the entire Dornish army is also too much for this limited gain and well, I am not too fond of doing that." There was a short pause after these words, although some of the councilors were still confused and they were about to ask for details, however Aerion didn't finish his talk.
"Yet, I need to at least try to make this negotiation happen, like it or not. For my plans to succeed, it might be vital to ensure the Targaryens won't attack the Stepstones, while I am away. You all know this." Aerion looked at the big map on one of the walls in his solar, and his gaze stopped first at Kings Landing then on Bloodstone and finally his gaze wandered to Volantis.
"I think I speak for all of us, when I ask. What's your plan then? I mean if you don't want to fight the Dornish fleet, when it arrives in Stepstones waters." Lord Nesterion said to the silent approval of others at the table.
"To put it simply. Jaehaerys Targaryen wants me to help him destroy the Dornish invasion coming to his lands and I am going to oblige him, but not the way he most likely wanted. Because as I said before I do not want to risk the lives of my people in fighting Dornish forces, fortunately I don't need to. As it stands the Dornish army will not invade by land but by the sea on wooden ships which play into my hand rather nicely I would say."
Alearys began to understand. "You just want to use the Vassarion, not armies. Will it be enough though? I mean how many ships will be there? Over hundred?"
"Well, if my estimations are correct I will not be the only dragonrider attacking that fleet. The information about this invasion is known to Targaryens, so I would guess they will be prepared and waiting for it on Cape Wrath southern shore." Aerion rose from his chair and drew his sword, Dragon's Fury, went to the map and began pointing at the Sunspear with it. "The Dornish fleet is going to sail from here in these three coming weeks. Aerion moved his sword to the Stepstones. "It will arrive here in four days at most." He pointed to the southern shores of Stormlands. "To the Cape Wrath, it's roughly four to five days. When his army arrives at Stepstones waters we will let him through, and I will follow their ships on the dragonback. As soon as they arrive at their desired destination I am going to attack their fleet and when the Targaryens with their dragons see it, they will join the battle and the entire invasion force could be eliminated in a matter of hours, depending on the number of dragons, that is."
"I must say, your grace that your plan is indeed very simple, though do you really believe it will be enough help to convince Jaehaerys Targaryen to negotiate with you?" Lord Nesterion spoke out his question while folding his arms.
Aerion went back to sit in his chair. "Nothing in this life is certain, Lord Nesterion. Yes, it might not be enough, however in my opinion this is the best solution to this situation. No lifes will be put at risk unnecessarily and it's really more convenient for me to do it rather than risk our ships and soldiers. To fly with my dragon and burn some ships for the promise of negotiation…it's a small price to pay. This is how I will help Jaehaerys Targaryen, nothing more, nothing less. Will it be enough for him? I can only hope."
"Hmm. In that case there is more you should know." All eyes turned to Lord Anarys. "Every ship and I mean every ship in the Dornish fleet was armed by scorpions. The very same type which shot down Queen Rhaenys Targaryen's dragon, Meraxes, during the first Dornish war. Besides that, the Prince of Dorne didn't forget to hire Myrish crossbowmen and placed them on every deck."
Aerion paused and thought about it. He knew the history of Westeros and so he knew about Targaryen conquest and their failed invasion of Dorne. During which one of the three famed Targaryen's dragons, Meraxes, was shot down from the skies by a scorpion bolt, piercing the dragon's eye. He also knew it was a very lucky hit. "Did he, now? I see, well, I will have to be careful but I am convinced it will not be such a big problem, I just need to be swift and always on the move. So, are there any objections to my plan?" Silence and shaking heads followed.
"Good. This council is done for today. Alearys and High Blood Mage Visegon stay for a while longer. There is something I need from you. The others, you may go." Everyone except Alearys and High Blood Mage Jaelagar rose and left the room, however Talaegar stopped before the entrance and turned back." Aerion looked at him. "Is there something you want? If you are afraid for your sister-wife then do not worry, I am not going to seduce her or anything. while you are away. It wouldn't have worked anyway."
Talaegar smirked. "I had never any doubts about my love here." Alearys exchanged loving look with him. "No, what I wanted to ask you was if you considered my father's proposal."
Aerion's face visibly darkened. "Cousin, you know I take you for my good friend and brother I never got, however I am going to answer to you now the same thing I answered to your father several times already…..It's out of the question, the slavery is outlawed on the Stepstones and I am certainly not going to change that law."
"Slavery doesn't have to do anything with my father's proposal, Aerion. The fact is that If you are going to go through with your plans you will need more soldiers, or am I wrong?"
Aerion gritted his teeth in frustration as said proposal was laid before him repeatedly by Talaegar's father and he was getting annoyed by it. "You are right, more troops might be needed but I am not about to use slaves, because that is what the unsullied are… The very good soldiers, yet born out of slavery."
"You know, there are options, like buying them and freeing them. And after doing that you can offer them to fight for you out of their own will. I imagine they choose to fight for you."
"Indeed, however, what makes it different from ordering them to fight for me with the whip?" Aerion took a deep breath before he continued. "Let's just entertain the possibility I'll do as you and your father suggest. I buy the unsullied men who only know life of pain, slavery and misery all their lives plus they are eunuchs. Yes they are trained, disciplined and thought soldiers and as such it would be possible to incorporate them into our military. Although what other choice will they have? The only thing they can do is fight. Live a normal life? That is not an option for them. As soon as they leave Astapor they would be hunted down and enslaved again or killed. If I present them with the choice of leaving or fighting for me they will choose the latter just to survive."
Talaegar made a resigned gesture. "Fine, I can see your point though I am sure you also see mine, we could be in need of more soldiers in the future. And the unsullied would be a better choice than to supplement our ranks with the other sell-swords companies."
Alearys felt the need to support her brother-husband and decided to add her bid. "Buying the unsullied could also prove itself useful in the long run."
Aerion turned to her curiously. "Meaning?"
"Well, simply said when we go to war with the free cities, they could choose to buy these disciplined slave-soldiers and you will have to face them on the field of battle. Which you can prevent by buying them before any war. What's more, after the wars are done these soldiers could serve as permanent garrisons even in our future heartlands as they naturally can't mix with those of Valyrian blood and being a soldier or guard is the one thing they would do perfectly."
Aerion didn't like the thought of buying unsullied out of slavery to only give them the choice to fight for him or face uncertain and most likely grim fate. He knew the slavery was one of the pillars on which the Old Valyria was built of, however House Varezys never brought back this practice on the Stepstones and even outlawed it. In some time the people of Stepstones came to understand it. Mostly because of belief that slavery was one of the possible reasons the Doom of Valyria occurred. Even though no one could say that for certain.
After a brief moment of consideration Aerion relented. "Those are valid points, although I am not fond of it, it's better the unsullied fight for me under good conditions while being treated as men rather than under the whips of Free Cities where they treat them like property."
Talaegar visibly relaxed at the doors, while Aerion spoke to her sister-wife. "Alearys, send the message to Astapor that I wished to buy the Unsullied, how many they can offer me and for what price. On the basis of their offer I'll decide if I go through with the purchase." You may tell that to your father, Talaegar."
Gladly, my Prince. "He bowed and left the solar."
Now finally Aerion turned to Visegon Jaelagar, who was so far silent which came as a surprise to no one as he wasn't a man of many words and spoke only when it was needed. "High Blood Mage, as you know my sister returned to Stepstones, one of her reasons was she wanted the Blood Mages rather than Maesters look out for her for the time of her pregnancy."
"Very wise step, your grace. Maesters can't be trusted. As you know, they believe that magic is an abomination and all magic must be eradicated and your family members have magic in their blood. I dare to say that they could attempt to get rid of Princess Alyrya and maybe use her pregnancy to achieve it. After all, if she would die due to issues with childbirth. It wouldn't raise any suspicions." It was no secret that the Citadel considered magic to be a disruption to the natural order of things. And the Valyrians of Stepstones represented a great obstacle in order to get to that order. Right after House Targaryen and their dragons.
"Indeed, that is why she asked me to allow her to stay here for the period of her pregnancy, however that is probably not something her husband would desire and I don't want them to quarrel over it. So, I want you to pick three Blood Mages from your order. Some, who are more inclined or willing to leave Stepstones and go with my sister to care and serve her on Driftmark, permanently if possible. As to who to pick, I will leave up entirely to you."
Visegon was eager to oblige."I assure you any member of The Order of the Blood Dragon will gladly go and serve Princess Alyrya, though I am going to choose someone with more willingness to go and especially someone who will be able to survive Maester's possible machinations." Blood Mage rubbed his beard as he quickly searched through his memory. "Hmm, please give me more time and I will give you three names tomorrow, my Prince."
Aerion noded with serious expression. "You shall have it and you don't need to be hasty. Just choose carefully, my sister's life may depend on it."
"It will be done, your grace." With that said, Visegon Jaelagar bowed and left the solar too.
Now when she was the last advisor in the room Alearys started with the question. "So, what more needs to be done, Aerion? I mean, including sending the messenger to Astapor."
Aerion pulled three sealed letters from behind his belt. "I want more messengers to be sent with these. One to the Iron Bank of Braavos, the second to Rogare Bank in Lys and finally to Qarth to the Council of Thirteen and their bank."
Alearys frowned though she understood quickly. "You want to withdraw your assets, am I right?"
"Exactly, I don't want my wealth to be placed in the realms of my potential or certain enemies. It's better to store it with the rest of the wealth assets here on Bloodstone."
"What about the assets placed with the Jade Bank of Yin in the Yi-Ti empire? Shouldn't you withdraw them too?"
Aerion shook his head. "No need for that. That bank is reliable and safe. Or to be more precise, far enough to get involved."
Alearys shrugged. "As you say. I am going to dispatch messengers right away though I dare to say those banks won't take it well. It also might raise suspicions. Mainly among free cities in which said banks are located. You know they are well connected to the governing entities."
"Maybe, but keeping my wealth in their hands is just too big of a risk for me to take. Besides when the first free city will be attacked. Whatever suspicions which might occur will be of no consequence. As at that moment my intentions will be known to the whole Essoss." Aerion again looked at the wall with the map.
Alearys followed his gaze and tried to pinpoint the exact place on which he was looking at. Though she already had some guesses where her cousin's gaze was set upon. After a few seconds, she found out that Aerion was looking at the mouth of the river Rhoyne. "I see, so your intention is to begin with Volantis."
"Yes, or as it's called, the First Daughter of Valyria. Should the negotiations with Jaehaerys Targaryen take place and be successful. I am planning to start the war in the matter of two or three months."
"And in the case he will refuse to negotiate? Or talks will fail to produce desired results?" Alearys asked with the hint of curiosity.
"Then I am going simply to start sooner. There will be no point in waiting." Aerion responded resolutely. "Even so, I am certain that I will be able to find some common ground with the Targaryens. I am nothing if not persuasive.", Aerion smiled.
Alearys smiled right back. "Well, I can't argue against that. Can I? Anyway, I think I should go and dispatch those messengers if there is nothing else?"
"That would be all for today, Alearys." She stiffly rose up and slowly walked to the entrance however she was stopped. "By the way. Do you happen to know where Commander Daltheon is? I am interested in his opinion."
Alearys turned back with a sad expression. "I am sorry I forgot to tell you….He is preparing for the final journey back to his family, to Wreckstone. He is dying."
Shock from unpleasant surprise went over Aerion like cold water. "Just when I am about to put my plans in motion, I am losing him…. I pray it's not a bad omen."
So as promised another quick update. Things are getting into motion. I want to clarify some facts about Corlys Velaryon in this fanfic. I have nothing against Steve Toussaint, who plays him very well in House of the Dragon. I just went with the book canon, hence his Valyrian appearance. When it comes to marrying him to Aerion's sister, it is just a creative decision on my part which will make much more sense in the future. I know some people have an issue with it, but hey House Velaryon is by the time of this fanfic one of the most powerful houses in Westeros, so not a bad marriage alliance. Anyway, in the next chapter we might finally see the Dornish fleet on the attack and things will get heated, at least for them, which means that two different dragons could finally meet face to face.
When will the next chapter come out? Honestly, I don't know. Right now I am entering the final academic term at the university so naturally my time will be very limited. I am not saying I will not write fanfics, but currently I have to write something different. Also, if any of those who are reading my first fanfic The Last Dragon's Daughter. I have finished writing another chapter and it's currently in a correction state, just a little something to look forward to. With that being said, my thanks to all who follow and favor my fanfics, have a wonderful day.