Kia Ora my loves,
I am so sorry for the long hiatus. It was completely unplanned and I have missed writing so much. This chapter is mainly just to try and get me back into the rhythm of writing, I am trying to find a new routine that fits my very new, and very different life to what it once was.
As always I thank you so much for reading and for all the kind words, I am always open to feedback, so please, send it my way. this is practice for a novel I hope to write one day (which will probably never see the light of day), so I want to be critiqued.
I shall try to be more consistent from now until the foreseeable future,
Lots of love,
Lord Evans :)
Chapter 23 - Lions Revenge Arc
MaegellaDragons danced across the sunny sky, some were made of gold and red, some black and purple and some orange and green. They blew torrents of flame and one another. They raked and clawed and bit and chewed. Some fell from the sky with thunderous cries. Some rose from the floor again, some did not.
They were not dancing, they were fighting. Why were they fighting? Maegella was a black and purple dragon, or riding a black dragon? Next to her flew a black dragon with rainbow eyes. He fell as a green dragon bit his neck. Across the sky, a red dragon ripped her wing and she dove towards the sea, crying in a dragonish tongue.
Six tall figures in robes of silver and spun jewels stood before Maegella. She was in the new Sept at Kings Landing. The figure that loomed before her bore the faces of her siblings; Father Rhaegar, Mother Shaena, Maiden Daenerys, Warrior Aegon, Smith Jaehaerys, and Stranger Viserys. They all held their hands towards her.
"Join us, Crone Maegella, Māzigon kesīr, Join us, Crone Maegella, Māzigon kesīr", her family chanted. Stranger Viserys held a mask in his hand and offered it to Maegella. It was her face but the eyes were streaked with blood like tears.
"BECOME WHAT YOU WERE BORN TO BE", her siblings boomed.
A woman with long silver braids, a valyrian steel blade and scale red and black armour lounged on the Iron Throne. Her face was cold. Long and hard, harsh and cruel. She was the most beautiful woman Maegella had ever seen. She looked just like her. The woman twirled the sword in her hand, the other rested on her heavily pregnant stomach.
"Isse issa nyke carry nykeā vala qilōni jāhor sagon despised ondoso ry", the woman spoke, her voice was like a serpent, curled and smooth. She spoke in High Valyrain, the language that gave Maegella the most comfort, her preferred tongue. But the words were lost in her mind.
"My Lady, I do not understand. I can not make sense of your words", Maegella replied, falling to her knees. She felt a kick in her stomach.
"Aōha tala jāhor sagon despised, tolī", the woman rose and stretched out her free hand. Behind the Throne, dragon flame roared upwards. A great beast of moulted green appeared behind her. Far larger than any animal should be. Its neck sagged and holes dotted its wings. The beast was like Death, itself. The woman patted it like a cat and smiled sweetly, sickly.
"Mēre kessa sagon iā vīlībāzmio qilōni kipagon iā zaldrīzes brōstan Vhagar, se tolie kessa sagon se olvie zūgagon maegi qilōni ēza mirre glaestan". Maegella began to cry as her stomach swelled even greater. Hundreds of scenes played before her mind in rapid succession. New Kings Landing in flames, dragons fighting. A great wall of snow falling, leagues of soldiers, rotting and marching south. A dragon made of ice ridden by a man of ice, a crown made of black scales and silver moons.
"Kesā dohaeragon mōris se mōrī vīlībāzma, tala, sagon va se paktot paktot hen history. Gaomagon daor qringaomagon Aegon se Zaldrīzes", the beautiful woman exploded in dragon flame.
Maegella woke in a cold sweat. Across the bed, Viserys snored softly, his bare shoulders and hair glinted in the lamplight. At night, asleep, Maegella remembered why she loved him. He was so peaceful at night when no one else could see. He bore the weight of the world on his slender shoulders. The weight only a king should bear.
He will be king, and our children will be kings after him, Maegella laid back down and nestled into his embrace. The Voice that filled her head was not her own. It came from behind her like a snake. Viserys curled an arm around her stomach as if seeking what lay beneath. She had not told him yet, she'd missed her moon's blood and the visions, the visions that only came with the child had arrived. Her magic was real in this state. She was closer to her ancestors like this. She smiled softly to herself, a laugh building on her lips, When we return home, there will be an army at our back, and we shall take what is ours, the Voice said.
Swells of grey and navy stormy sea swelled around the hull of Elia's Sun, a Dornish trading ship meant for the city, Pentos, across the Narrow Sea. The crossing from New Kings Landing to Pentos should have taken a few days, but a wild late-season storm had blown their ship off course.
Maegella emptied her stomach off the side of the yellow-painted wood. Some blew back into her face and caught in her hair. Maegella stifled a sob and clutched her stomach. The voyage had been hard, Maegella had never fared well on open water, much to the dismay of Edmure early in their marriage. He had been born for water, she, for fire.
Across the ship, Maegella spied Viserys speaking with the captain. His hair had grown long and straight in the last few weeks, much like Fathers did. It whipped around in the wind as he spoke loudly, definitively, with the fire in his eyes and heart. The crew skirted around the captain and Viserys, avoiding their gaze.
They looked like an odd pair, Viserys, tall, pale, lithe, fair with violet eyes and black clothes, the captain on the other hand was a man only referred to as Captain Strong Paddle. He was dark, short, muscled from years of work and wore only salt-stained leather breeches, black boots and a faded yellow shirt to match the hull of Sun.
"They are my lucky clothes, I wore these the day Princess Elia named my ship the fairest in the whole of Dorne", he said one night over dinner when Viserys inquired why he never changed.
"I wash them in the sea when I wash myself. So it's like the Princess is always with me, aye, may the Red God rest her soul", he nodded as he ate, looking to his dreams.
A huge swell rocked the boat, bringing Maegella back from thought. She clutched the side of the ship. Over the horizon, she made out the first figures of land under the raging storm. A small smile tempted to break from her lips, only to be broken by another round of fish food.
"We are nearly there, m'lady. The Red God has seen us across the sea safely! You and Prince Viserys better make quick to tell King Rhaegar that Captain Paddle made sure you were comfortable and safe, aye", Captain Paddle called across the thunder and swells as he walked towards Maegella. Maegella clutched the side of the ship like a lover.
She would love to have told King Rhaegar about their travels with Viserys, but Viserys had barely spoken to her the last five days since they departed the capital, save in the privacy of their room. After she had revealed herself on the open sea and Viserys regained control of the narrative, that was all a part of the plan to get Princes Maegella safely away from the vengeful Riverlords seeking her head, Viserys had fumed. He demanded she stay in their cabin at all times, lest the crew try to take her by force.
"Men at sea do not respect dragons, Mae. I cannot protect you out there", he had pleaded in their bed. To the best of the crew's knowledge, Viserys was Maegella's chaperone, her male guardian, and Maegella was still betrothed to Ser Patrik. A second bed went unused in the captain's quarters that had been surrendered to them.
Even at sea, even in Viserys' arms, Maegella was scared. King Rhaegar never wanted to deal with them again. For all they knew they were being tailed by assassins, sent by Rhaegar or Prince Aegon or the newly appointed Hand, Jon Connington, Lord of Griffin Roost. But how, or rather why, Aerea was able to get her to the ship untroubled still baffled her. Viserys could not answer either nor did he want to talk about it. Something had plagued since mind since they left Westeros. He wasn't himself. His mood jumped from stable and sweet to mainly raving about gods and fate.
"The Lady Maegella and I will be sure you receive what you deserve, Captain Paddle, once we reach my contact in Pentos safely", Viserys followed close behind and clapped Paddle over the shoulder, "I swear it by the old gods and the new".
"By the Red God", Paddle affirmed, "Right boys, let's bring Elias Sun into the harbour, I want a hot dinner that isn't salt cod and watered-down ale!".
For a moment, Viserys and Maegella met eyes. The darkest purple and light of the family, opposites. His gaze was alight, fire burned violet across his face and water slashed water to his darkened grin. He approached Maegella as the thunder boomed and grabbed her by the waist. Maegella went to pull away but Visery brought her in close and whispered in her ear in High Valyrian, "I am going to kill him for you, my Crone. An offering for the goddess carrying my child".
The storm broke as they entered the harbour of Pentos. The walls of the city reached higher than any of those in Westeros, built to keep enemies from all sides away. Hundreds of towers, manned by the Spice Lords, ringed the walls. From the bough of the ship, Maegella spied the Prince's Manse, high on a hall. He ruled here, in theory. Would he punish Viserys for the murder of the captain on his ship?
For the past hour, Maegella had been frozen in fear. Why was Viserys killing Captain Paddle? She felt no ill will from him. Who was Viserys' contact in Pentos, and why had he never mentioned them before? And what did he mean by his Crone? Yes, Viserys thought them gods, but it was a disillusion, like the Doctrine of Exceptionalism from King Jaehaerys. Valyrians were not men, closer to gods, but not gods. They did not need sacrifices except for rituals to the gods. Maegella did not think herself a real goddess, she just liked to make people think she was one. More than often though, they thought she was a blood witch who practised magic.
Her dream from last night replayed in her mind as they roped onto the pier. Viserys offered her a mask of a god. Was she a god? Or a Valyrian woman drunk on mother's blood? Who was the woman from her dream? Why could she not understand her?
She needed her texts of Old Valyria, of blood magic, of prophecy, but they all remained in the great library of White Keep, under the lock and key of the maesters. The Voice in the back of her mind coiled around her head like a snake. It carried the cool breeze and the smell of rotting flesh. It whispered words in Valyrian into her ears. Words that made her want to laugh and cry. It hasn't left her alone in days.
"My Lady Maegella, please come here", called Viserys from the gangplank. He had changed clothes, a simple black and purple shirt emblazoned with the sigil of their house, black trousers, a sword at his hip and a small circlet of steel around his silver hair that hung freely around his shoulders. Captain Paddle stood next to him, rubbing his hands together greedily, a grin on his lips.
"Come and meet our escort to Magisters Illyrio's manse, I think you will like her", he continued. Shakily, she walked from her place by the stern to Viserys. Her footsteps shook on the off-yellow planks, stained with sea salt. Her breath hitched at the sight of Viserys blade and his outstretched hand to her. She took it, bile forming in her throat.
He's going to kill him. You can stop him. Push Viserys in the harbour. You know he can't swim. Grab his sword and stab him in the gut. Tell Paddle his intentions and claim asylum with the Prince of Pentos as an honourable guest. Do something. Don't be a coward, Mae, The Voice whispered in her ear. The Voice raked across her mind like claws over stone, like a snake coiling around her neck. It was reptilian, from both inside and out. In her mind and a voice next to her. She wanted to scream, laugh and cry. There was no one next to her save her brother with purple flames in his eyes, and the man he intended to kill to please her. Was she going insane?
"…come now. Look at her", Paddle said, with a laugh. Maegella looked up from Viserys' pale hand. From the end of the pier rode half a dozen burly men, riding simple horses in salt-stained leathers. At their head rode a woman, who barely looked different from the men behind her. They all had simple features, scars, thick muscles and hard faces. Their leathers bore the mark of a squid in faded yellow.
"Ironborn", Maegella whispered in Valyrian to the Voice. It did not reply. Maegella watched the party dismount and walk over. The woman smiled with a cocky lop-sided grin. She missed teeth and a part of her left ear. As she approached, Paddle bowed and Viserys nodded, she nodded back.
"Lady Asha Greyjoy, heir to the Iron Islands, the Kraken herself, the scourge of the Straight and Seas, Mistress of the Sea Bitch", Paddle announced proudly. Asha laughed like a cow, all nasally and snotty. Her crew followed suit.
"Cap'n, I think this Dornish wants to suck your cock", a tall man with one eye said behind Asha.
"Or maybe he wan-", another man started, a boy really, no more than four and ten.
"Shut up, Rikard. No one laughs at the joke of the second man who makes it", Asha clapped the boy around the ear with the back of her hand. All the men laughed, including Viserys and Paddle. Asha turned to Maegella who remained quiet, she bowed like a man.
"Many sorrys, my lady. I apologise for the sight and smell of my crew. And their language. They aren't around many highborn ladies. They forget their manners", Asha said. Maegella could not tell if she was mocking or sincere.
For a moment she remembered what Mother once said to her and Shaena when they were small; when Father took the boys to hunt or fight or learn statecraft, something that girls could not learn.
"All women have an angle to power. We have to be smarter than men. We work with the Mothers' Mercy and the Maiden's Grace, the Crone's Wisdom. To be loved is best of all, but fear works when love cannot, and your body most of all. Men love women who cater to their needs. Use what you can, your body, your voice, your smiles, and if you have to, your mind. Women only have as much power as men let them. To gain power in this world, we must work through our men, our fathers, brothers, husbands and sons. We slowly take power without them realising until we have more power over them than they ever had over themselves. Learn this my girls, and you will not suffer the same fate I have".
Maegella never had the Mother's Mercy, she had a short temper and was prone to sullen silence, raging yelling or murderous glares. She didn't have the Maiden Grace either, her needlework was poor, she stumbled when she danced, her voice only sounded good in Valyrian and she looked all wrong. Shaena was a purple-eyed, silver-haired goddess of a child, with a soft round face, and a sweet smile, not a great beauty but more than pleasant to look at. She was built for womanhood and recently blessed with the advances of many men. Mae was the opposite; haunting, sharp-featured, steely gazed, built like a twig. Boys ran from her or threw stones, and girls clutched their dolls or their septa and wished she went away. She did not have Mercy or Grace, but she did read and draw, write and work. She would have wisdom if not beauty. She would make Mother proud.
Asha did not have beauty or grace, but she had the Crone's Wisdom. She used fear and intimidation to control the men around her. Maegella met her eyes, grey like a stormy sea, and offered a polite courtesy. Maegella saw herself in those eyes. The Kraken laughed and toyed with the small blade by her side.
"Lady Asha-", Viserys started. Asha tutted and offered a laugh to Viserys. He raised a silver brow.
"I see no lady here other than your sister, my Prince. I'm a head admiral of the Iron Fleet for my lord father, master of many ships, raper and reaver, master of my own fate", Asha interrupted. Fear and intimidation.
"My apologies, Captain Greyjoy. But please, my sister and I are wary of hard travels across the Narrow Sea. Let us finish our business here and be on our way to the manse", he gestured to Captain Paddle. Asha smiled and pulled her blade, a small dirk, from her side. She walked forward and plunged it deep into Paddle.
His eyes widened and his crew drew their blades. Her crew pulled their own; axes and daggers, one man with a long sword. Paddle called for help from the wharf guards who patrolled, but they were gone. They had disappeared when Asha arrived. Panic seeped into Paddle's eyes as his blood seeped out from the hole in his lucky shirt. He fell backwards, took a few steps and splashed into the sea. Maegella covered her mouth to suppress a scream and clenched her stomach. She felt movement from her womb at the sight of Paddle's blood, pooling on the saltwater. Asha turned to the Sun's crew, who stood ready to fight.
"Alright boys you have two options, I am a kind captain. One, you and your ship join my fleet, serve loyally under the Greyjoys and be rewarded. I'll place one of mine as your captain, for the time being. Once you've proven your metal, I'll let you pick your own captain. The name of the ship will have to change though, and the coat of paint. Why not honour our dear Lady Maegella here, if you're fond of a woman's name.
The other option…well, I shall never be a mother. My babe is the dirk in my hand, and he cries constantly to be fed. I can feed him at your breast, as he takes your red milk from your heart if you would prefer. The Prince and our friends have assured us there will be no punishment for…a dozen or so bodies to feed the fishes", she toyed with the small blade in her hand. Maegellas stomach bubbled. She clenched the skirts of her black dress. A cold breeze curled around her once more. Asha continued to speak but the words were lost on her. The strength in her knees started to wane. The Voice in unintelligible Valyrian whispered in her ears. With a deep breath, her legs gave out and she fell into the harbour.
Maegella woke in a beautiful room with a beautiful bed made of silk and ivory. The room was made of red brick, covered in flowering plants, well-kept grape vines, tapestries and mosaics of vibrant colours. It smelt a sickly sweet scent of fruit and incense. Beyond the silks of the great open windows, the sun started to disappear over the high walls of the manse.
"Hello?", Maegella called in Valyrian. She tried to rise from her bed but felt a panging pain in her stomach. The baby? She thought. Her clothes had been changed, she wore a simple nightgown of red silk, and her hair had been braided in a single column down her back. Maegella herself smelt of vanilla and cinnamon, things she only dreamed of in Westeros. She repeated herself in Common. There were no answers.
The dragons in you are pleased by their offering, Mae. But you shall need more if they are to hatch. There is someone here who shall be a great offering to you and your hatchlings. Find him, kill him, drink his blood and your babies will enter this world strong as dragons. The Voice coiled around her from behind like a lover's embrace. She put her hands over her ears and screamed. Screamed for the Voice to leave her alone. She threw a glass vase of flowers to the floor with a crash, she ripped at the silks of her gown. She would have pulled the silver hair from her head had it not been tied up.
The door flew open and in walked the Kraken, followed by her brother. Viserys raced over and held her body, pinning her arms to her sides. Maegella writhed in his grasp and screamed, then she cried. The Voice laughed at her.
"Maegella, Maegella, Mae. What is wrong", Viserys talked Valyrian into her ear, pulling her to the bed and sitting her down. She clenched her stomach.
"You did something to me, Viserys. The baby I carry in me is cursed. Your baby. You cursed it with blood magic. I will give birth to another monster", Maegella spat like venom. Viserys laughed and petted her head, like a small child.
"Mae, I have blessed our children. Queen Visenya showed me in a dream the rituals she did for Maegor to ensure his birth. She told me she visited you in a dream, also. She told me of our babies inside you, she told me what to do. Paddle was the start. You shall have seven sacrifices and our babies will be strong", he said smoothly. Maegella sobbed into his chest. She did not want more death. She had killed for rituals and magic, since then she had been plagued by dreams of blood and fire, more real than being awake. She had done too much. Why could her baby not be born like every other woman's? Why was she a witch?
"Sorry to intrude, but us normal Westerosi don't speak the fancy dragon tongue. Maybe if you spoke some Tyroshi I'd pick that up, learnt that from a lover I had for a while. She had purple hair like your eyes, Targaryen", Asha pulled her dirk and cleaned the dirt from her nails. Then grabbed a glass of water for Maegella with a small smile of her lopsided grin.
"You've been out for two days, girly. Drink up, then we'll get some slop in you. This man deals a lot of cheese and spices, you want some cheese?", Asha added. Two days? she thought. Viserys' arms around her felt both comforting and wrong.
"Asha and I have been planning while you slept, sister. Dragon dreams, I explained them to Asha. How you are blessed with visions from our ancestors and magic in your veins. You will help us with the next part of our plan-", Viserys spoke but Maegella held his arm.
"Brother, stop. People are dead. I fled from Rhaegar. I snuck from the castle, I was supposed to be locked away with Shaena at Storm's End. You wouldn't let me speak of this on the boat because you thought we'd be overheard. I told you we aren't safe. Aerea…Gods, Aerea helped me escape, she said Prince Aegon helped her…help me escape. Viserys, if Paddle doesn't tell Rhaegar we arrived at Pentos he'll send men after us. Viserys, it makes no sense, why did he let us go? Why did you kill Paddle? What is going on?" Maegella spoke in Common, the words felt funny on her tongue. Viserys smiled and planted a kiss on her head like she was a child, not his elder sister. He rubbed her stomach.
"Maegella, my goddess. You do not understand, the Dragon Dreams cloud your mind. Remember the Golden Festival? When you were with Edmure's last child? You would spin and sing nursery rhymes and spend hours staring at scrolls. You are close to the Old Magic now, you must rest", Viserys spoke with his septons voice, wise and strong, all-knowing.
"We will tell you all you need to know, girly. But for now, the plan is simple. Were gonna ship you back to Kings Landing, saying I rescued you from pirates. Paddle turned on you and Viserys made it safely to Pentos with my fleet's help. When I win the favour of the King you shall be welcomed back with open arms, and you will help me kidnap the Queen", Asha said sweetly, "All while Viserys collects his due with the sell swords and the White Wyrm". Maegella raised a brow, the world span and she felt nausea rise. She shook her head.
"What Queen. Elia is dead. The Madiens Ball would have just passed but we do not know who she is", Maegella said weakly.
"Well, my sweet sister. The rightful Queen of Westeros, Daenerys Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Lady of the Realm and the Mother of Dragons, of course", Viserys smiled, just like Father before he pushed Jaehayres from the Tower.
Maegella looked at her brother, mouth ajar. Dany? Sweet little Dany? She married Rhaegar? No, the thoughts clouded her mind. Keeping the blood of the dragon pure was vital to their family, but Rhaegar would not marry Dany, she was betrothed to the wolf boy, heir to the North.
"The Ancestors sent me a vision, Mae. Daenerys shall be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she shall deliver us into a Golden Age unlike any before. She rebirthed the dragons, she will birth more dragons. She will bear the Song of Ice and Fire, Aegon's Dream that Rhaegar found in the pages of an old book with Father. We shall help guide her as a ruler. The Stranger and the Crone are the wisest of them all", Viserys eyes shone with manic purple fire as he grasped her hand tightly.
Asha twirled her dirk, her baby, in her hand, looking at the glint of the blade. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled a lopsided grin. Maegella could not make out this woman, she was strong, and independent, from a small Iron Island in the middle of a cruel sea, why was she supporting her family, her brother of all people?
"I see you looking at me like that, girly. Why would the Iron Island support you? Your brother crushed our independence in my father's heyday, yes. But I am not my father or my uncles. They think women cannot rule, I say fuck them. A crown is not a cock. Theon is a babe and my uncles are soft. Father will die soon, he is drunk at bitter at his losses at lot at life. I love him but he must go.
We need strong people to fight this Final War your brother talks about. I have seen things stirring in the North, and Rhaegar is coo-coo. Your other brothers are controlled by the women in their lives, I respect them completely, but I gain nothing from joining them. But your little sister, easily moulded, we can control her-"
"She is the chosen by Gods and Men, she will not be controlled, we shall gu-", Viserys interjected.
"Guided, controlled, whatever you want to say, Lord Septon. I get my Salt Throne, we have agreed the Iron Islands shall be indep-"
"We did not agree to this, Kraken. Queen Daenerys shall rule Seven King-"
"Finish that sentence and you risk losing your fleet, Targayern", Asha flipped her knife in her hand. A heavy silence fell over the room. The Voice whispered in Maegellas ear once more, incoherent words of Valyrian that she could not piece together. Maegella placed her hands over her ears to drown the Voice. It did not leave. Her venomous words dripped in her mind like a snake.
"What has happened to our brothers, what is happening back home?", Maegella asked softly, clutching her stomach. Viserys and Asha broke their stare off at looked at her. She had already been forgotten by the two other people in the room.
"You will always be in the shadows. The second thought. Sweet Maegella…unless you start listening to me", The Voice cooded. Maegella swallowed back fear and gathered her wits. A light feeling squeezed around her head as a crown of worry.
"My intel says Dareon and Cersei are already plotting something, they want to secure alliances with houses by marrying off their brood. Gaemon is betrothed to a Velyron heiress already. Aegon and the Highgarden Whore are gathering support from Dorne mostly, they will probably try and gain sympathy for Elia. Factions are being drawn faster than we can keep track of-", Asha picked dirt from her fingers.
"And Rhaegar sits and does nothing. He is the Father, but he needs to remember his place. The Father does not rule but guides the others. We must get to Daenerys and make our brothers and sisters see the truth, she is meant to rule, not Rhaegar. We are the house of the Dragon, Lords of Valyria, Fire made flesh and blood, we must stand together against the Long Night with the Prince who was Promised to lead us, Daeneyrs", Viserys placed a hand on her thigh and smiled sweetly.
The words blurred together in Maegellas mind. Behind the pair of bickering people in front of her, the shadows in the corners of her eyes gathered. They pooled and swirled like snakes.
"Isaros?", she whispered in High Valyrain. A feminine laugh billowed from the shadows. The rest of the world drowns away leaving only Maegella and the darkness.
"They will try and play a game of thrones with politics and marriages. You shall win the way our Mothers intended, with fire and blood.
For now, bide your time, be what they want you to be, a tame witch who can cast small magic. I will guide you to what you need. There is a woman here, your brother knows her, and their child is the key to everything. You must find this woman. You must claim the child. You are my heir, as Daenerys is Aegons", the voice was sweet and soft, caring but…cold. Maegella found her voice for the first time when speaking to the shadows.
"What do you mean, my Lady? Who are you? What do you want from me? Why do I hear you when I am with child? What is going on?", Maegella pleaded with the Voice.
"You will guide Daenerys to the Throne and put the rightful heir upon it. You are my heir, Maegella. Do me proud", the shadows receded and when Maegella came back to her head, the room was empty. She looked out the window to see night had fallen. She placed a hand on her stomach and looked at the full moon. Across the sea, her dragon looked up at the night sky, stretched its wings and took off, seeking its master.
Excerpt 10The time Prince Viserys, Princess Maegella and their party spent in Essos is widely contested. No parties can agree on the events, nor who was present with the Royal Duo as they toured the Free Cities and beyond.
The Duo refuse to disclose their movements, under orders of the Great Conciliator, however, many speculate this time was spent exploring the downfall of Vaylira, their lore of Valyria and attempting to locate ancestral artefacts: including steel and eggs which were later presented to members of the Royal Family as cradle eggs.
The information Princess Maegella gathered on Valyrain's magic is still being studied under the guidance of Lady Aerea of Riverrun, and the Maesters of the Citadel.
As of the time of writing, the dragon-riding twins, Prince Daemon and Princess Gael of Harrenhall, plan their expedition to the long-lost homeland of the Targayrens, Old Valyria and later to Sothyros, to explore the nature of Dragonology and more. We pray to the old gods and the new their travels prove fruitful in uncovering the secrets of the past and the future for Westeros.