chapter 68

Several weeks had passed since Malaevor returned the dragon egg to the Dragon pit, and the castle halls reverberated with the echoes of time's passage. Malaevor, now a bit older, couldn't contain his anticipation as he eagerly awaited the hatching of his dragon egg.

The morning air was thick with anticipation as the cracks on the eggshell grew wider, as a breathtaking sight unfolded before him—a young dragon, its scales shimmering like molten gold, entered the world. With fiery eyes that held an intelligence far beyond its years, The dragon exuded an air of power quickly followed by the graceful unfolding of wings.. 

Malaevor named him Govrod, a name befitting such a majestic creature. And in that very instant, a bond was formed between Malaevor and the intelligent dragon, a connection that transcended mere words. 

As he gently caressed Govrod's scales, Malaevor's excitement and affection overflowed, and he spoke gently to the dragon in Valyrian, "Hēnkirī, govrod, īlon shall soar rȳ se jēdrar." Together, Govrod, we shall soar through the skies.

The connection between Malaevor and Govrod was unlike anything Malaevor has experienced. From the moment Govrod hatched, a deep and unbreakable bond was formed. Malaevor could feel it coursing through his veins, filling him with newfound confidence and strength. He had waited a lot of time for this moment.

And together, they would navigate the challenges that awaited them, their spirits intertwined in a harmonious dance. With Govrod by his side, Malaevor felt invincible, knowing that no obstacle could stand in their way. 

Later that day, after they celebrated the dragon's hatching. While Govord was getting taken care off by the dragon keepers. The atmosphere in the castle took a somber turn as a messenger arrived, bearing news of William's father's Lord of the Storm End passing.

Grief hung heavy in the air of people close to William, casting a melancholic shadow over the once vibrant halls.

In the chamber, Rhaenyra who knew how it felt to lose an important person. with a heavy heart, placed a comforting hand on William's shoulder, "William, we must prepare for the journey to Storm's End. Your father's passing is a loss felt by all."

William, now Lord of Storm's End, nodded solemnly. "I know. It's time for us to face our responsibilities, for the sake of House Baratheon."

The weight of responsibility now rested on William's shoulders as he prepared to assume the title of Lord of Storm's End. Amidst the sorrow, preparations were made for the journey to Storm's End, where they would bid a final farewell to William's father and pay their respects in the solemn rituals of a funeral.

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Later on, William was approached by Viserys who said: "I offer my deepest condolences for the loss of your father. Boremund was a respected figure, and his passing is a loss felt throughout the realm. If there is anything House Targaryen can do to support you in these trying times, please do not hesitate to ask."

Alicent, too, came forward, "I am also truly sorry for your loss. Your father was a noble lord and a stalwart ally. House Baratheon has our heartfelt condolences. If there's anything you need, whether it be assistance in the preparations or a shoulder to lean on, know that House Targaryen stands with you."

William nodded appreciatively at both Viserys and Alicent, even though he knew what Alicent said was forced. But, in the end he acknowledged their condolences. "Thank you,. Your words bring comfort in these difficult moments."

The time passed as the preparations for the journey continued, with the castle buzzling with activity as preparations for the journey to Storm's End were underway. People hurried from one corner to another, making sure everything was in place for the solemn occasion. The air was filled with the sounds of footsteps echoing through the halls, the clanking of armor being polished, Ships were being readied at the harbor, the Targaryen flags unfurling in the wind.

All of it was getting ready to travel to Storm's End.