High Valyrian will be italicized

Dothraki will be bolded

Inner thoughts will be in between apostrophes

HUUH, Zacrys awakens with a loud, sudden gasp, his brow covered in sweat and his head pulsing. "Fuck me, not again". For the past several nights, Zacrys has been plagued with the exact same dream. A land covered in snow, a large white, red-leafed tree, a sword, and a pair of glowing blue eyes. The problem is that he has no idea what any of it means. He knows that certain people in his family have received prophetic visions called 'dragon dreams' in the past. Hell, it was a dragon dream that warned Daenys of the Doom and another that lead Aegon the Conqueror to Westeros. Unfortunately, none of his ancestors, save for the Conqueror, have said or written anything about them. And even he didn't say EXACTLY what it is he saw, only that the result was him taking over the Seven Kingdoms. 'Useless pieces of shite' he thought angrily. Just as Zacrys got his wits about him and stood up, Ser Arthur bursts in out of nowhere, sword drawn and ready for battle. "My Prince! Are you okay?!" he asks as he searches the room for threats or danger. "GODS DAMN IT SER ARTHUR! DON'T JUST BURST IN LIKE THAT! YOU NEARLY SCARED THE EVER-LOVING SHIT OUT OF ME!" Zacrys screams out of anger, frustration, and annoyance. "Apologies my lord, I heard a loud noise and thought you were in danger" he said with an apologetic tone. Zacrys notices the tone and thinks 'well, he was just worried about my safety' he exhales and says to Ser Arthur "It's alright, just knock or something before you barge in like a stampeding elephant next time okay?" "Of course My Prince" he says "Good. Now, do you mind leaving? I should like to change into something appropriate before I start my day. in PRIVATE." he said while clearly enunciating the word 'private'.

Ser Arthur picked up on this and after giving a quick bow, left the room while closing the door behind him. 'Gods bless the man for being so devoted to his job but he needs to relax and stop being to overprotective. It's not like anyone even knows where I am. Or that I even exist. Hell, even I don't know exactly where I am'. The only thing Ser Arthur would tell him was that they were at some Targaryen castle in the Summer Isles that was forgotten long before the Doom of Valyria. However, even though the Targaryens all but abandoned the place, the servants living here never let the castle fall into disrepair and made sure it looked as good as the day it was built in the hopes a Targaryen would have use of it. He will admit though that why House Targaryen left this place to begin with was beyond him. The defenses here were nothing short of ingenious. The castle itself, which Zacrys decided to name Fort Rhaegar was built completely into a mountain which is hidden from view by a cove, with the only entrance being a curved narrow entryway that is barely big enough for a fishing vessel, with the rocks preventing any ship from docking anywhere near the main gates. and in the event someone did get to the gates, they would get cut down by the hundreds of skilled guards that defend it or would get filled with arrows courtesy of the archers situated high up above them. And if the guards were to fail, the castle has many secret tunnels and passageways that all lead to safety. All in all, Zacrys thought he was pretty secure. After he got dressed, Zacrys went to the main hall, where the castle's cooks have prepared breakfast at the head table. "Good morning Prince Zacrys. I hope you have brought your appetite with you, because the kitchen has prepared quite a feast for your 17th birthday." said Daemon, the castle's steward who was named after The Rogue Prince 'Oh shit, that's right. It's my birthday! how could I have forgotten' "Thank you Daemon, I look forward to it." He sat down at in the large chair at the center of the table and dug in to his birthday breakfast.

The sound of steel clashing echoed through the halls of the castle. Zacrys swung his sword at Ser Arthur who parried it and jabbed at him. Zacrys blocked the jab and tried to an upward slash, but Ser Arthur blocked it, twirled around him, and hit the back of his knee. Zacrys tried to get back up but found a sword at his throat. "You know, most people choose to celebrate their birthdays by having a party. NOT by training for six hours." "Well, I'm not most people, in case you haven't noticed." Zacrys relies "Besides, you know that my dislike of parties is only overshadowed by my dislike of birthdays." He says with a tone of finality in his voice. Ser Arthur sighs and says " As you wish My Prince. However, I hope you don't that I got you a present." he pulls away the sparring sword and gestured for the servants to bring in his present to Zacrys. It was a set of black armor with crimson red accents. The helmet had a mask of a snarling gloves had claws on the knuckles and the bracers had arm fin spikes for slashing. The breastplate had the sigil of House Targaryen on it, a three-headed dragon curled around itself. The three heads representing Aegon 'the Conqueror' Targaryen and his two sister-wives, Visneya and Rhaenys. Or maybe it represented their three dragons Vhagar,, Meraxes and Balerion the Black Dread. Zacrys wasn't sure, but he didn't really care at that moment. All he could think of was the magnificent armor standing before him. "Where did you get this?" he asks with barely a whisper "I found it in the armory, but I believe there might be more to it, for the armorer kept protesting as I had it moved" "What did he say?" " I don't know. He only speaks High Valyrian and doesn't know a single word of the Common Tongue. I brought him here, In case you wanted to speak with him". Ser Arthur stepped away and gestured to a man in his late 60s or 70s that was staring at Ser Arthur with a scowl on his face.

He turned his face to the man and asked him "This man tells me that you protested heavily as he took this armor. Why? What's so special about it?" Zacrys said while gesturing to Ser Arthur and the armor. The man quickly turned to face him and with a look on his face that was a mix of shock and surprise, said "You can speak High Valyrian?" "I am Zacrys of House Targaryen. The blood of Old Valyria flows through my veins. Now, I will ask you only once. Why did protest so heavily when the knight took this armor?" Zacrys said with a stoic look on his face. The man instantly dropped to one knee and bowed his before saying "Deepest apologies Master. I am Jaehaerys, my family has served yours since its founding. The armor before was forged Millennia ago by the founder of House Targaryen. He found two special ores deep within this mountain. He used one of those ores and dragon's fire to forge the armor and had blood mages cast enchantments on it, turning it into a metal a hundred times stronger than gold and a thousand times stronger than steel. He wore this armor into battle as he rode his dragon and consolidated the empire that would be known as the Valyrian Freehold. It has been my family;s duty to protect it from theft or disrepair and it is a duty I have carried out for the past 50 years of my life.". To say that Zacrys was shocked would be a understatement. This armor, this VERY ARMOR, belonged to the founder of his father's house and has existed for thousands of years, but something was nagging him at the back of his brain 'a metal forged from dragon's fire and blood magic?' That sounded familiar but he couldn't quite place it. Then, like a bolt from the gods, he understood. "The metal of which you spoke, is it Valyrian Steel?" "Why yes, it is my lord dragon. That was name your ancestor gave it once the foundation of the Freehold had been established. Though he originally just called it dragonsteel, while the other ore was called dragonglass." He couldn't believe it. A set of armor made from pure Valyrian Steel that belonged to one of his first ancestors. "He says that the armor was made by the founder of House Targaryen from pure Valyrian Steel." Zacrys says to Ser Arthur, who's face turns quickly from confusion to pure shock and amazement. "Are you sure?" he asks "that armor looks brand new. As if it was just freshly forged" Ser Arthur says with a skeptic tone. Zacrys ponders this for a minute before turning back to Jaehaerys and asking "You say it was made by my house's founder. Are you sure of this?" "Without a doubt my lord. This armor has been in my family's protection for generations. There is no doubt of the armor's legitimacy. I swear it on my life" "He's sure" he says to Ser Arthur. "Well then, maybe you should try it on and see how it fits you." Zacrys nods his head and has Jaehaerys help him put on the armor. Once it was on, he stepped back and looked at himself in a mirror. "How do I look?" he asked Ser Arthur, who answered "like a conqueror. How do you feel?" he asked. Zacrys thought about it for a second. The armor, strangely enough, fit him perfectly and felt natrual, like a second skin. Due to it being Valyrian Steel, the armor was incredibly light and did not restrict his movements or slow him down as other armors did in the past. But to says how he TRULY FELT? Well, there was only one way he could answer. "Like a dragon".

And that's it! hope you enjoyed.

Till next time

Valar Morghulis