Prince Hidden in the Sands
Takes place around where the last chapter ended, but through Daemon's perspective.
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Summer Sea
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When he first heard that roar, Daemon felt as if he was sent back over 250 years, but that wasn't all for he was also given visions of a magnificent creature, one whose scales were beaten bronze and with great tan wings. 'What… just happened to me?' He asked himself as he turned around to the door that would lead him to the outside.
The roar however was followed by familiar and lighter roars and when he left the room he found Veraxes, Ellixia and the unnamed dragon taking off into the sky. Following their movements Daemon found them heading towards a massive bronze dragon, and not far behind it the king saw a beautiful dragon with silver scales and bluish wings.
All around him, people were screaming, wondering what they were going to do, yes they have gotten used to the smaller dragons but those 2, were a whole new thing. However not everyone was freaking out, a few stood out as they also looked to the sky. Among them were the 2 Sand Snakes that came with him, Arianne, Oberyn, Dya and Arthur. All of them looked up with amazement in their eyes.
Looking at the figure of Veraxes, who slowly grew further and further away, Daemon closed his eyes and concentrated. Yes, he has only done this a few times but if it's to help find out what's happening he'd just do it again.
Feeling his body lighten, and as if his mind was sent somewhere else, the Stark-Targaryen opened his eyes and found himself closer to the massive dragons and an instinct kept saying. 'Alpha… Alpha.' Knowing that it was most likely his dragon's thoughts, he began looking around, examining both newly discovered dragons thoroughly.
However as he was looking over the silver dragon, the smaller of the 2, he was hit with unknown memories of when the dragon was younger and of a pretty small woman with silver hair and blue eyes. 'Who… why am I seeing these memories? Who do they belong to?' He asked himself once more, however, this time he was given a name. 'Alysanne.'
Shaking his inner head he focused on examining the dragon and again. As Daemon looked his reptilian eyes landed on the figure sitting atop it. Making him take a sharp breath in. She was beautiful with a heart-shaped face, mismatched eyes one being a dark blue and the other a bright green. Her hair, a beautiful silver, looked thick and long, flowing over her bare shoulders which revealed that she was topless, showing that her bosom and its perkiness, ivory dress top pooled around her legs.
Daemon has met many beautiful women in his life. To name a few he could immediately name Arianne, Nymeria, Tyene, Dyanna, and even his aunt Ashara. All of them were beautiful, but none of them came close to this esterel beauty. This person was something else, and he'd soon find out why.
Returning to his body the newly made King went to the railings and looked for any signs of land. His eyes found one and immediately he started yelling out orders. After a few seconds, everyone settled down and went about as they were told, and soon enough the ship was moving to the island and men prepared the boats. Watching as his orders were being made, Daemon looked back to the dragons and the rider.
"Are those?" The voice of Rhaenys spoke up, she must have made her way to him once he was giving out orders. All Daemon did was shrug, the same thing going through his head was going through his sister's mind. "How? They should… they died during the Dance."
Watching as the dragons made a dive to the land, Daemon finally removed his amethyst eyes from them and placed them on his older sister. "I haven't a clue, dear sister. But your information is wrong." Rhaenys looked at him with questions in her purple eyes. "Vermithor was killed, Silverwing wasn't. After the Bronze Fury's death, she went into hiding, and was never seen again… until now." Watching as the eldest Targaryen sibling nodded, both of them looked back to the dragons, both now having landed and waiting for them.
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Shiera was still atop Silverwing when the man of her dreams finally arrived, and with him was a group of men and women. When they landed the Sea of Stars had redressed, putting on her ivory top and tightening the belt around her waist.
Removing her eyes from him, not wanting to be entranced in his beauty and handsomeness once more, Shiera looked at the younger dragons. 2 of them were playing with Silverwing and through their connection, she knew that the She Dragon was having a wonderful time.
She watched as Silverwing pushed the younger ones around with snout, and as she gave them small play bites. Shiera smiled as the younger ones tried to climb up the dragon and as they tried to move her. The bastard even laughed when the burnt amber dragon bit down on Silverwings jaw, causing the much larger dragon to lift her head and leave the smaller one hanging until it let go, having it fall onto the ground with a thud.
Shiera then looked to the last of the smaller dragon, the gray-scaled one, who was staring at Vermithor. The larger dragon stared down at the smaller one and the beauty honestly thought she saw the Bronze Fury lift a lip. If Shiera were to describe what she was seeing as one thing, it would be as if a grandfather was looking at his infant grandchild. Then out of nowhere, the gray-scaled dragon let loose a small burst of bluish-gray flames, and all Vermithor did in return was raise a massive scaly brow at the younger's behaviour.
"Kesīr Veraxes, Elixia!" A handsome masculine voice spoke up, a mix of dornish and northern accent, and immediately two of the three went over to the owner. The last one quickly followed but its void black eyes remained on Silverwing as it left. "I apologize for their behaviour, they are a week old."
Shiera finally braved through and looked to the owner. 'He's better up close… he is the creation of the Gods in one person.' She said letting a smile dawn on her face. "Don't think anything of it, I think they quite enjoyed their presence." She said as she climbed down Silverwing back. Once on solid ground, Shiera made her way to the group.
"Aye." His amethyst eyes followed her the whole time. "May I ask who you are and how do you have Silverwing and how the fuck is Vermithor alive?" He said blandly and straight to the point, something the Sea of Stars found attractive in a man.
She stopped before him and found herself having to look up quite a bit before meeting his eyes. Placing a hand on her waist she said. "You do know it's not polite to ask a lady for her identity without stating who you are first." Shiera finished with a smirk, and she watched as the man nodded a few but a little smile appeared.
"I wouldn't consider you a lady honestly. I would say you are a witch in human skin." His smile then turned to a grin and his eyes flashed. "May I also say that it's surprising to see you still alive after a little over a hundred years, Shiera Seastar."
Her eyes widened when he said her name, Shiera wasn't the only one however as everyone who came with him took a step back and looked again. It didn't stay for long as her eyes straightened up and a seductive smile came upon her face. "You are too good to be real, your grace." She said, throwing a dart and hoping it would land true. Which thankfully it did as his smile faltered a bit. "Now the introductions."
He stared at her, making her body want to shiver while butterflies fluttered in her belly. After a few seconds, with a roll of his eyes, he spoke. "To my right is Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, and the 2 bitches who share some of his looks," glares were directed at him, but Shiera felt that the two quite enjoyed the name-calling with their smiles. "His daughters Nymeria and Tyene Sand, with all his other bastards, make the Sand Snakes." He answered as if he didn't feel the lustful glares. "To my left is my cousin Dyanna Stark, and my Kingsguard Arthur Dayne."
Shiera gave them all a small bow of her head, which were all returned politely. Her mismatched eyes then looked back to the creation of the gods. "I am, as you guessed, I am Daemon Targaryen, a candidate for the Iron Throne but won't be one for long." When she heard his name her smile faltered, bringing memories of her bastard brother Daemon. "You haven't answered my question about how you got the dragons."
She watched as his eyes went to the Bronze Fury. "I acquired and bonded with Silverwing during the ending days of my brother's rebellion. She and I have been spending years in Old Valyria searching for books and such about my family and the Families of Valyria." Daemon nodded at what she was saying, but his eyes never left the beaten bronze of Vermithor. "For the Bronze Fury, I brought him back to life with a ritual I found in a library in Valyria. He's not even a week old since his resurrection."
Shiera took her eyes off Daemon and followed his eyes to the named dragon. Vermithor was looking at the prince, waiting patiently as he folded his wings up. 'He's already picked his rider even though he's not peopl-friendly.' She smiled looking at the kneeling beast.
"You said a week, Aye?" Daemon asked out, sending her attention back to him. Shiera watched as he removed the sword from his belt, and handed it over to a confused Arthur Dayne. She nodded and was quite surprised when he continued having not seen her do it. "Then you are probably the reason why our dragons hatched, so you have my thanks Star of the Seas."
Shiera smiled as he began walking towards the towering beast. Looking at his group she watched as they tried to follow him. "Don't." She said clearly, making them all look towards her with confusion in their eyes. "He's doing what he has to." Shiera looked back to the newly made king and asked. "What are you feeling Daemon? What's going through your mind?"
There was silence as the Stark-Targaryen stopped a few feet away from the towering beast. "I… I do not know… but I get a familiar feeling with him." His arms were raised, and everyone watched as the Bronze Fury lowered his head. "I know him but I do not know him." Shiera watched as the dragon placed its massive head into the candidate's arms. "I feel an unnatural amount of emotions when I look at Vermithor. Exactly as I did earlier."
Within the next few minutes, everyone watched on with surprise and confusion as Daemon placed his forehead on the snout, and as tears were released from his eyes. Feeling the need to explain, the bastard leaned back, finding and feeling Silverwing behind her.
"I read in a book from the main library in Valyria that some people, people who have done great and some of the worst things, can sometimes be reincarnated. An example being my father the Unworthy, he was the reincarnation of Maegor." She said as she watched the sight before them, everyone listening to hear. "From what I'm seeing, the soul of the Old King is overjoyed at seeing and feeling the presence of his greatest and most loyal friend."
Minutes went by as everyone watched the sight before them and when they asked questions Shiera answered honestly, telling them about some of the other reincarnations, she was known for being a massive book reader. Yes, what she told them could be unbelievable but they live in a world of dragons where dragons came back from extinction, but also ones where they had her, someone who was born over a hundred years ago but still looked as if she was in her twenties.
After about 5 minutes the two broke apart, Daemon running his hand along Vermithor's neck. Arthur was the first to return to reality and made his way toward the newly-fledged king. "Your Grace." He said as he held out the hand that held Dark Sister, from what Shiera could see. "What's the plan now?"
Daemon reattached the sword and spoke, his voice a bit hoarse. "All of you will make your way to Storm's End where you'll confirm if it truly is Aegon." Once the sword was secure on his belt his amethyst eyes went to Oberyn. "I will make my way to Sunspear on top of Vermithor and the dragons minus Elixia."
Shiera looked at the salty dornish man and watched as his head dropped as realization took over. 'What happened?' she asked herself as her mismatched eyes went to the man of her dreams.
"While I am in Sunspear I will confront Doran by myself." He never removed his eyes from the man and continued. "Oberyn… father." He said gaining all of their attention for never once has he called anyone that. "I promise and swear on my mother's grave, that when you return to Dorne, you will not be missing another family member. I will not have the man who helped in raising me be killed."
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Winterfell
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"You've summoned me, Your Grace?" The icy voice of one Leech Lord said as he entered the solar of the Winter King. As he took a knee he looked up to the man he named King and found him reading through a scroll that he dropped at his entrance.
"Lord Bolton," Eddard stated plainly as the lords of the 2 rivalled families stared each other down. "Thank you for getting here so soon." Roose got to his feet after receiving a nod from the man. "I hope the ride here wasn't horrid."
Nodding his head the icy-eyed man spoke. "Not a problem, your grace." He watched as the Stark King motioned to a chair which he happily accepted with a nod. "It was quite peaceful and quiet. The newly integrated wildings are keeping their promises and haven't caused problems."
Roose sat down and watched as the Winter King nodded, and even if he didn't show it through his eyes, the Leech Lord could see that the man was happy about what he had been told. "That's good to hear indeed, well my lord while you are here you are welcome to sleep and dine as you want."
"Thank you for the invitation and offer, my king," Roose said with a slight nod of his head. What came next was a comfortable silence between the king and lord, allowing the latter to think and examine the room.
The Lord of the Dreadfort honestly thought highly of his liege. But that wasn't always the case, the king was younger, and Roose thought him weak, too honourable, and not fitting the 'Warden of the North' title. However, when Eddard Stark came back from the Rebellion, something changed in the lord, something that gained Lord Bolton's respect. Roose then spent a lot of time watching the then Lord Stark, watching for any weaknesses and not once did he show one.
But when Ned annulled his marriage to the Trout, Roose not only respected the man even more but he also found it hilarious for immediately afterwards his liege married his paramour, and if there was one thing Roose Bolton was it would be a Northerner, who followed and praised the Old Gods, and Catelyn Tully wasn't willing or accepting of their faith. Ashara Dayne, however, during all the times Roose saw her was that she had accepted their faith as her own, making her more than worthy in his eyes. So all the Leech Lord will say is that the Quiet Wolf will have his sword and loyalty until his death.
"Lord Bolton." The Winter King spoke out, finally gaining the lord's attention. "For many, many years our families have always been at each other's throats. Rebellions after Rebellions and never once has our families tried to make amends." Roose knew of the history between their two houses, he was also hiding the fact that he flayed his enemies. But he didn't know where this was going. "I wish to change that by one of many things."
His icy eyes widened for a second when he heard Eddard say that, but they quickly returned to normal. He nodded simply and watched as his liege got to his feet and went to a cupboard behind his desk. The sound of steel sliding over steel and wood, signalifying a drawer being opened. Roose followed Ned's movements as he reached into it and pulled out a sword, and once the man turned around he was able to see it to its fullest.
Roose couldn't stop himself when he shot to his feet, sending the chair he was sitting on to the ground with a bang. 'It… it can't be?!' He said to himself as his king walked to stand behind his desk and as he held out the blade to him. Gently and elegantly the Leech Lord took it into his hands.
Examining everything about the sword he was given, Roose could help but let a stray smile build upon his lips. The sword was 93 cm long, a longsword, and it was sheathed in fine black leather. But what stood out was the hilt, grip and guard. Where one would expect something of 3 different pieces, this blade held a united them all into one, for the crossguard it was hands spread out, palms up and with 2 little holes in the center of them, for the grip it was shaped as a human body, and for the hilt, bound feet. The story of the person who once held this sword. Placing a hand on the sheath he went to reveal it in its complete beauty, but before he did he looked to his liege who nodded in approval.
In one motion the sword was unsheathed and opened to the brisk air. Its blade waved and its steel crimson-red ripples screamed to taste the iron thick liquid it thrived for. Slowly running his hand along the blade Roose didn't let a sound leave his lips as it cut through skin and flesh. Unknown to the Leech Lord was that he was letting stray tears leave his eyes at the blade before him.
"I was walking through the vaults and while walking further into it, I came across dozens of swords all varying in sizes but one thing stood out and that was they were all Valyrian Steel." The Winter King finally spoke as he sat upon his chair, his hands interlocked with each other and in his lap. "My ancestors seemed to have a desire to collect them. Either through blood and war or peace and deals." Roose sheathed the sword after picking it up. "So in my way of binding our families, I wish to return to you what was never rightfully ours, Crimson-."
"Crimson Cross." The chilly voice of Roose Bolton said, however this time it was filled with emotions. As he picked the chair up and sat down once more, his legs were weak from all the emotions, he continued. "Thank you… Your Grace. You do not know how much this might mean to my ancestors and me."
He watched as Ned gave a court nod. "Don't think much of it. As I said, I am returning what wasn't rightfully ours." Roose nodded, sword still in hand and resting on his lap. "However that isn't all I have for you, my lord." Raising a brow, the Leech Lord watched as the Winter King pushed a document forward. "You have a son, an heir, am I right?" A simple nod was all the confirmation he gave. "Well, I would like to unite our two houses through a betrothal between my daughter, Sansa, and your son, Domeric. Together our houses alone wield enough men and swords to fight off a coastal invasion, and with our houses united not only will it strengthen it will also bring in a new era for the Bolton and Stark families."
It made complete sense to Roose, uniting two rivalling houses that always were at odds. This would be the first time in both houses' history, and something like this was impossible to not accept. Grabbing the paper he looked and read it over and once it was thoroughly read, Roose looked to his liege and gave a simple yet firm nod. "I accept."
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TBC
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Let me know if you like the reincarnation idea.