meeting between wolves. a black dragon stakes his claim. the one eye becomes truer than ever.

AN: a long chapter incoming I think.Decided to add a little twist. Hope you enjoy ❤️

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(ZAYNE POV)

After leaving balin and filli, I stayed for the night in an ibbeneese inn overlooking the water that surrounds the island.

My thoughts turn to what to do after rooks rest should I survive it.

A couple of things can be done from here. But it all depends on what happens at the rook. For if rhaenys still dies, I will burn the keep to the ground before leaving, can't have someone yapping to the Targaryens about me If I fail to win their gratitude.

But I have a way to kill at least one Hightower forsure while above the rook. Morgoth.

He was hatched right before the doom from his memories, bonded to me. He woke up a decade or so ago and began preparing, staying close to the island that was my resting place until I awoke.

I also have a plan to injure a dragon. A test run if you will to see if another plan I've been thinking about will work.

I may not wish to kneel to them. But I also would like to avoid conflict with the Targaryens. Because regardless of my situation, there's not a chance I'd be able to stand against the entirety of the seven kingdoms should they turn their gaze to me.

My ultimate goal is for my family to be another marriage option eventually. I hate the whole wedding brothers to sisters thing. Call it 21st century morality all you wish, but I can never condone such things. I believe this will also help further my relations with the north. As while I won't allow any dragons to be ridden by anyone but house stark or Reed, dragons blood is so much more than that. The Valhalla blood especially. I'm no fool like the Targaryens, as soon as I can remember Valyria I'll be able to make real changes to prepare those willing for the dawn. Uncaring what the faith of the seven thinks about it.

With these thoughts going through my head as I watch morgoths shadow fly circles around the city in the darkness, i then begin to compile the families mine own could marry into.

The reeds and starks are definitely going to be in the mix. As no stark aside from Brandon the breaker that I can recall has ever had mental issues. The reeds have singers blood, which will increase the already potent magical blood of my own lineage. I like the idea of my daughter going to an easy going Reed. Something to ponder on.

As for those south of the neck... well the Targaryens and velaryons obviously. Dragons blood and all. Pretty self explanitory. After that is where things begin to be tricky. As all through history there's examples of someone in every major family being it's own iteration of the mad king.

Those I will definitely not treat with are the lannisters, tullys, tyrells, or baratheons.

Each and every one of them are traitors already in this war or have the capacity to do so as we saw in the got storyline in which hoster Tully sold his daughters off in order to allow them passage through his lands.

The same thing Walter Frey did to Robb stark. Unlike Robb however, eddard carried through with his oath. Imagine that. One who had the blood of Tully's running through his veins. The other full blooded first men.

Such examples are why I will always treat those who hail from andalos with contempt. No matter how many good deeds one does, you must always watch them. It's a sad reality.

Let's go through the families to show some evidence to my claims:

The lannisters are known for treachery and backstabbing. It's what won them the rock from the casterlys in the first place by the man who started the house- Lann the clever.

Hell, Hoster married Lysa Tully to jon Arryn. A man who was the same age as himself. I never liked him or his stupid son. The only decent one in that family was the blackfish. And even he was a fool.

Now onto the tyrells. Good gods is there anything that needs to be said other than their name? Not to mention at this time they have only been In power for less than 130 years. No.

In fact? The entire reach is out. I'd sooner burn them all to a crisp. Creating harrenhalls across the entire region. That is my number one goal before the end of this war. To destroy the seven and their base of power. Just like they wanted to do here in the north. Just like they did south of the neck.

And lastly the Baratheons, a line of treacherous bastards. they along with the foolish durrandon line is cause for concern anyway you look at it. Cowards who couldn't keep fighting off the andals because they didn't want to join up with likeminded folk. They instead let them into their near impenetrable castle and married their daughters. Only to have their like ended by orys.

In my opinion the Baratheon's just differently named blackfyres. Their lineage can be traced back to Orys Baratheon. Bastard brother of the conqueror.

Not only that. But the current lord, borros Baratheon, allowed his blood, prince lucerys Targaryen to die under his guest right. No. The more I look to the south the more treachery I find.

That's not even mentioning dorne. Nothing else to be said about it. Other than the fact that they currently aren't apart of the 7 kingdoms. Sure their women are incredibly beautiful and knowledgeable, but whose to say any children you have are yours? Maybe you upset her in an argument and she takes one of your guards to town. No. Too treacherous for me. I'd sooner tell the Targaryens to leave dorne alone. It offers no value. No. We must focus on the territory already won before worrying about a place such as dorne. With lords who don't fight but hit and run. Who hold parleys with poisoned salt or bread or wine. No.

Maybe smaller houses can be risen up after the rebellion. I never understood why so many families got to keep their lands and titles after openly rebelling against the iron throne. Maybe because the king was a boy who had several regents from different factions fighting over one another?

That is probably the case. Regardless, I wont let such a thing happen. At least one of his parents will asend the throne and his oldest brother if I have anything to say about it.

It's with those thoughts on my mind that I fall into the pillow to sleep. Tomorrow I make for long lake. It should only take me two days to get there. I'll fly early in the morning and try to stay high. I need to make quick about getting the look of rooks rest before the battle begins.

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(CREGAN POV)

I grow ansy the more I travel to long lake. From what I've been told there's no way queen Rhaenyra let's the death of her son slide. The realm is about to burn for the first time in over 100 years. The need for this to be quick so i and my army can make way south to follow the greybeards and exact recompense on the andals who broke their oaths is immeasurable.

Anyone in this situation would be scared. Who's to say the hightowers won't appear above my men and I? What could we do?

Letting out a sigh as I feel dusk brush against me, I finish thinking about things out of my control and send a prayer to the old gods.

'Protect me until I get the north on track. Don't let me stop breathing without making sure we can be self sufficient. Kneel we may, but I'm tired of the north being so poor we can't ever fix things or do new things because all our coin goes south to pay for food.

This is all I ask of you, that and to let my future children as well as Sara's own be hale and hardy. True northmen and women.'

With that i and dusk make our way into my tent. We're only about a day or so from long lake. Hopefully lord Valhalla makes it here soon.

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(ZAYNE)

I'm mobbed by my villagers as my animal companions and I land back on my island.

Apparently the first bathhouse has been built. I appreciated the excitement but I also needed to make an announcement.

""Hello, today I travel to long lake to meet with lord Cregan stark. Hopefully he and I can come to a certain Accord.

Do not mistake my intentions. I and you will remain separate from winterfell and the rest of the north. For you follow one lord. One house. Mine.""

I'm answered in a funnily accurate rendition of the 300 Spartan "AHOO! AHOO! AHOO!"

After settling them down I resume my speech, ""however, they will be allies. But that is all they will be. For I will never kneel!""

Again the same AHOO chant rings out as I walk off to prepare my gifts for Cregan. A full grey cloak design similar in fashion to the one I wear.

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I also plan to give him a case of whiskey. Something else I had people start making after I threw together a distiller and some corn and wheat I brought back from the east.

I wanted to meet Cregan with the children present. But I thought better of it. I'll use them as a trump card should I need. Besides, I don't think I have enough time to get to them and meet with Cregan while also saving rhaenys.

I've been here for a month in westeros, and it took me nearly 1 month to get here. From what I gathered, prince lucerys was killed month before my arrival. Around the same time I awoke. Within days of eachother.

I know Rhaenyra won't sit on her hands for long. She'll wish to go clear rooks rest, but will be persuaded by rhaenys to allow her instead. Which will lead to her demise.

Not only that. But not even a year later the triarchy lands in driftmark. Paying Corlys velaryon back for every drop of blood he spilled on the stepstones.

That battle of the gullet would also take the life of jacaerys velaryon.

After delivering my news I took off to go meet the black wolf.

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(CREGAN pov)

After waking up to dusk licking my face I pat her for a few minutes before making my way to the small godswood and heart tree around long lake where the first meeting between umbers and starks was held. Around these trees are the only place I feel true peace. Like all my ancestors are watching me, guiding my thoughts and actions.

Many people call the northerners barbarians. However, those are just people who couldn't beat us like the did everyone else. My ancestors held up against the andals for centuries. Destroying each and every attempt they made on our home.

Many people say this about my family. The starks. But truly it was due to Denlens own ancestors that stopped any trek northward for the andals. Which is part of the reason we starks have always held the reeds in high regard.

Mysterious men they are. Denlen and I are friends, yet I don't know much about him for true. 'I know he's loyal to the north. And that's enough.'

I'm broken out of my communion with the old gods by denlens soft voice.

""My lord"" bowing his head in deference

""Yes Denlen please. Let us discuss my kinsman you and your father speak so fondly of."" I gesture to the spot beside me on a large root that I know every other lord of winterfell has sat upon. As have many of their bannerman.

Taking a seat Denlen starts by speaking. ""You know of the green dreams of my family correct?"" At my nod of confirmation he continued, ""my father possesses this gift. As does my sister. Much like Warging In your own family, we always have a greenseer of our blood. This was granted by the old gods for protection.

Anyway, he was given a dream of a great black and grey dragon.""

That was another thing. I'd never seen this sister of his. She stayed in the neck. I decide to start with that.

""Please lord Denlen, tell me of your sister. I fear I know even less about her than you. Hells, I don't even remember her name.""

That was truthful on my part. The lady of greywater was a mystery, one my Wolfs blood couldn't let go.

He chucked and spoke, ""I'm truth my lord I myself don't know much about my sister. She seemed to know even more about zayne than my father. She didn't even need to hear him introduce himself before she hailed him by name. She's as strange as he is all truth be told. Were it not for his facial features, id name him full stark. Especially with the connection he has to the large Direwolf.""

Hearing the last sentence I gasp. ""He has a wolf?"" Denlen nods and speaks.

""Indeed my lord. Quite the big one. About half a head taller than sweet dusk. Calls him frost. I won't speak on him more. You just have to see it. The wolf and it's look are part of the reason my father believed him so readily. That and the man himself. Make no mistake lord stark. We are speaking to a true dragon lord. One with ice running through his veins. It took me nearly making a fatal mistake to learn ice can burn just as hot as fire if cold enough. This is why my father and I thought it best for one of us to accompany you and his first meeting. Wolves, especially Direwolf's are always want to lock teeth. To establish dominance over one another. Establish an alpha. Please do not do that here my lord. You must Make careful with your words. ""

He said stunning me. Never had it been written of a banner man telling a stark what to do and surviving the day. From my face Denlen can see that too. He speaks again before I can.

""Be at peace my lord stark. I only wish to warn you. Zayne Valhalla is a good man from what I can tell. Stern, indifferent, and serious. But he's also very easy to speak too if you simply respect him as he respects everyone else. Hells, the man asked and thanked every servant for every duty they performed for him at our keep. Never had I seen such things before. Imagine, a dragon lord talking to people, servants, in the neck as if they are equals. It's an odd thing. He said he follows the code of 'treat everyone how you wish to be treated.' And that he always leads with respect, when that respect is broken though..."" he trails off. Leaving me to imagine the consequences of such a thing.

""So another version of prince daemon?"" I ask with a snort. Daemon might scare everyone else in the realm. But without the blood wyrm he was as normal as any man. Just a bit Ill tempered.

Lord Denlen quickly shakes his head, ""you misinterpret my words my lord. To say 'like prince daemon' is a vague thing. What I will say is a dragon will always be a dragon. Best to stay away from the flames. But I can give you an idea, when I called him a Targaryen in our initial meeting after he, let me tell you, INFILTRATED the neck; the look he sent me felt like a physical thing. It was odd. Unnatural. His eyes are that of a beast.""

I nod without words. Denlen has given me much to thing about. The old gods smiled on me as it shouldn't be much longer until he reaches long lake.

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ZAYNE POV

I hope he enjoys the style as much as I do. I love the mysterious Odin vibe I give off when I stroll around with my hood up and cloak over my shoulder hanging done my body.

Like a grim reaper strolling around for his next catch.

Anyway, by the time I land it should only be a day or two wait for Cregan and Denlen. I made sure to specify that any large number of guards will be put to the flame.

So only 3 guards were allowed for lord stark. Whether or not he agreed to that stipulation I do not know. What I do know however, is that I will not be cowed by numbers into dancing to another's tune.

Time to take the measure of Cregan Stark, the wolf of the north.

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Long lake, the north, 8th moon 129Ac

(Denlen reed pov)

As I make my way with lord Cregan to meet Zayne I have a hard time keeping myself under control. I didn't tell Cregan Zayne was like himself, as that would make him arrogant about this meeting, thinking he could minipulate Zayne. He doesn't understand the type of person he's dealing with. The ease with which he captivated and captured control of the meeting with my family. It was a thing of beauty to watch. Such magnetic pull. It was odd.

I had to dissuade him of that. Which is why I spoke the words I did in the godswood. The man truly wasn't someone you wanted to make an enemy of. And I haven't even seen his dragon yet. Something that will be happening if I have any say about it before I leave long lake on my journey home.

From what He told my father and I of his plans, some of them won't be liked be cregan. But as Zayne said, "who's going to stop me?"

And he was right. The man wanted to build up a safe place for his family to thrive. Who was I or anyone else to take that option away from him? Especially since the lands of skagos or Sparta as it will be called, we're abandoned by the north centuries ago.

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It's nighttime and After making a fire, catching a few fish to eat, we're all making small talk when the sound of wings beating can be heard for what I assume to be miles around.

Looking up I catch sight of the shadow. By the gods. That beats is huge. I haven't seen any dragons with my own two eyes, but that must be larger than normal.

Looking to Cregans eyes my guess is right. He's seen the prince jaceaerys' vermax with his own two eyes.

I say something to lighten the mood, ""thank the gods hes a friend,"" getting laughs from cassell and the guard I do not know the name of.

Cregan, however, has a serious look on his face. Staring at where the dragon landed on the other side of the lake.

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Seeing A large bird Perch atop a tree on the other side of the clearing lets me know he's close. The slight growl that leaves dusks throat also alerts everyone else to the fact that our guest has arrived.

I am nervous all truth be told. The letter I burned after my fathers words of his latest vision about zayne left me scared of him. The man of age with me grew up in Valyria. I don't know how he's still alive. And I don't want too. For the implications are pure insanity.

Seconds after the growl the leaves rustle and another deep, thunderous growl leaves the tree line. Reminding me just like what frost did the night my father went out alone to face lord Zayne.

At the acknowledgment of Cregan Lucas and the guard stop reaching for their weapons.

Then we see Zayne. He stepped out in an incredibly intricate version of the usual style of cloak he wears. This one with fur unlike the armor I saw on him last time. He looks like an old god given flesh. He also has a pack on his shoulder and the ever faithful frost standing with his head at even height with Zaynes own.

The two truly made for an imposing sight.

A long silence passed by. Both Zayne and Cregan looking at eachother with what I can only describe is two wolves having a conversation without words.

Their Direwolves are nose to nose. Barely letting small growls out that tell far more about what's truly happening in this stare down than human eyes can see.

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Finally after minutes of silence. The two move at the same time. Catching each others arms with smile.

""Good to meet you lord Cregan. Long have I wished to see another Direwolf. It seems I can die happy now."" Zayne said in his melodious voice.

Cregan seemed taken aback, whether that was from the beautiful voice that didn't match the face he wore, but also from the slight glow of lord Zaynes eyes. Even I, having seen them before, am always incredibly awed by such things.

Any true follower of the old gods can see he's here under their direct supervision. White hair and red eyes, a wolf of the same shade?

He was all but screaming 'I'm the old gods emissary'

And with that, a meeting that would change the north forever began.

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(ZAYNE POV)

After the admittedly good meeting with the black wolf, I make my way to rooks rest. For I have an andal serpant who grew wings to kill.

On my back is as close as I can get to a modern bow. In the quiver beside it rests 25 special arrows. Forged of Valyrian steel in the shape of my personal sigil, this is what I plan to test out on the dragons of house Hightower.

It should only take a day to fly there. If that.

I will send Artemis ahead to get a lay of the land before I begin my assault. I'll need to be swift.

Thankfully morgoth and I are more connected than ever. I don't even need to speak to him anymore. We truly merge into one when flying. Such a thing is fascinating to a guy from the 21st century. To 'share' a mind and feelings with such a creature was a gift I'll never take for granted.

I steel myself for the battle to come. For I know how dangerous it can be. I saw what they did to meleys.

While I have more confidence in morgoth than that, I also will never say never. Especially in a world like this one.

It's with those thoughts morgoth responds to me with a baleful alpha call into the night sky. Letting me know he's ready to stake his own claim as the top dragon in the skies.

That relaxes me. As well as frosts beautiful fur that feels like silk.

'Prepare Hightower princes, you're about to meet a real dragon.'

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(RHAENYS), the river lands, 8th moon of 129 AC

As I flew atop meleys, i remembered standing above the painted table mapping out my flight on the way to Rooks Rest. While many believe the conqueror to have made the table to show his unified kingdom in detail in truth it was for dragon riders navigation. It allowed for a rider to see important peeks, rivers, and roads from the view they would on dragon back.

The Hightower princes had sent a force to besiege their Allies, and I was all too happy to go burn the force of the men who sent my sweet luke to a watery grave. Getting the queen to allow me to go was an effort in my willpower. But all things be told I needed this. My time in driftmark has shaken my belief in my marriage. And I need to let the fires of rage wash over me. To submit to the monster inside every dragon lord. Even if only for a time.

It was these thoughts that ran through my mind as i tried to remember the pre-planned route to take to rooks rest.

I needn't have bothered with preparations.

The usurpers army had cut a bloody swath across the land. While on the ground it would look horrid, from my point of view In the sky it looked as if the army had cut through the land like a sword. Following the path of destruction and smoke, I steeled my nerves for the upcoming battle. Getting a shriek from meleys that I understood as much as any words ever spoken to me. She was ready as well.

I also thought about the foolishness of this war. How many innocent lives had been taken thanks to Otto Hightower's ambition? How many lords and ladies lost kin and loyal guards because the lords of the Hightower wished to play the game of thrones? Were my cousins wishes not clear? While i harbored Ill feelings for viserys being chosen over me by the great council as well as my grandfather for putting such things together, now that was all rectified with Baela and jace to sit the throne after rhaenyra. My blood would sit the iron throne for a thousand years.

Many harsh, foolish whispers at court tried to call my grandsons bastards. A vile lie spun by the hightowers to prop up aegon as the true heir. Yet my late cousin had stayed consistent, for him to tell Alicent and only alicent makes no sense. For 5 and ten years he had stayed steadfast in his appointment of rhaenyra as his heir. And the hightowers took that wish and spat on it when they usurped her all because they claimed her sons were bastards.

I never believed it. While they had dark hair so did I myself in my youth. Were there any out there that would dare say I wasn't the blood of old Valyria? No. I had seen lenor and the way he looked at the children, how he'd sneak into their chambers when the castle was abed and admire them. No man could look upon a child like that unless it's their own.

And while I may have ignored those whispers of bastards and blacks and greens others clearly had not. Upon the shoulders of a thousand broken oaths, Cristin Cole crowned aegon in the dragon pit with the conquerors crown while the sniveling Hightower prince held blackfyre, pronouncing him king aegon second of his name.

It seems that oaths were nothing but wind. Among Those who had sworn to follow rhaenyra were my own kin and aiders of my grandsons murder. The baratheons. All of those who broke their oaths to king viserys would be made to answer for such folly. And this was the first true step to that.

Hours later

As I rounded the last cliff separating myself and meleys from Rooks Rest, the sight before me took my breath away. I'd expected to see siege towers and trenches to be built as the keep was besieged by an army within a sea of tents. I expected the sky to be free of smoke and enemy alike.

I was utterly wrong.

Trenches had been dug. Siege towers built. Around all four sides of the keep they stood. Huge towers of wood. trenches built while the keep was surrounded.

Yet those same towers were alight with fire, bellowing smoke into the early dawn sky. The trenches that had been dug out were now pools of flame as well on three sides. The last one was still unburnt.

Above all the chaos, I saw three great beasts battling. Circling about in a dance of fire and blood. The great bronze dragon was known to all, vhaegar, the last of the three dragons the conqueror used to forge the seven kingdoms. Aged though she was, the she dragon was a force to be reckoned with, however it seems that she could not catch her quarry.

The beautiful golden dragon of the usurper was spinning and letting out golden flames. But the third dragon….. i didn't know the third. That was impossible. I knew every single dragon that had spread its wings over westerosi skies. I'd even seen most of them throughout my life as well. With only a few that had passed before my birth excluded. But who was this? The black and grey beast was massive. About half the size of vheagar in the body mass, but it was incredibly swift, Moving like a dragon it's size had no right too, unleashing torrents of snow while flames.

I watched the obsidian dragon roll out of the engagement with the two other dragons and make a swift movement. Ducked under sunfyres golden flames falling towards the other side of the keep that had been left unburnt and swiftly rectified that.

I saw tents and men burnt alike as the black dragon made a pass over, it was a beautiful thing. Much like I imagined the black dread would've looked like In his prime conquering westeros.

Smokey columns we're all that was left in the great black beasts wake as it flew upwards again towards the sky, dodging vhaegars searching teeth. The two Hightower dragons desperately trying to catch the black one. But failing miserably when it picked up speed.

As the black dragon broke through the clouds, it whirled about to face its hunters and unleashed a torrent of white flame upon aegon and sunfyre when they followed him through the smoke screen. The golden dragon screeched and writhed in agony and swerved away, trying to protect itself from the unknown beast.

Time seemed to stop as the black dragon went higher into the clouds while vhaegar followed behind. Roaring it's own challenge.

Not even three seconds later I hear a painful agonizing screech ring out from the clouds the two largest dragons just disappeared into.

After breaking from my stupor at seeing another dragon lord I made my way towards the golden dragon of the usurper. If the white flames of the black dragon were as hot as I think they are, then sunfyre will be incredibly weakened.

This gives me the perfect opportunity to kill aegon. All the usurpers dogs would surely scatter if their king died.

As for kinslaying? The Hightower branch of the Targaryen tree has started it by strangling a sapling of our branch, proving what we all knew; Otto hightowers seed is as poisonous as he is.

As Meleys gets closer to sunfyre I can see aegon notice our approach. When I finally get in hearing distance he's shouting at his golden drake. But he's doing it in the common tongue.

I laugh at this. As he just confirmed what I always thought about aegon and aemond. They were not true dragonlords. Only serpants wishing to grow wings.

These thoughts help calm both myself and meleys down as we make our approach to avenge my grandson.

The two drakes bellowed challenges at eachother before meeting in a dance of teeth and claws. Magic and sinew combining into one being. Dragons. Beautiful and deadly.

Never was such a thing more apparent.

As the two broke off I could see my guess was right. Sunfyres scales were brittle from the flame of the black beast. And meeting meleys' claws had scored many deep cuts along his body. Burning blood falling to the earth below like brutal acidic rain.

Circling eachother in the sky again i readied from the next engagement, another roar from each dragon and we were off towards one another again. And once again meleys came out in better shape. Although the red queen did take some damage, it was not nearly as bad as the usuerpers mount.

I could hear the panic in aegons screams. The fear. No doubt the same fear lucerys felt before vhaegar took his life. I reveled in his cries.

My joy turned to ash in my mouth when I heard the roar of vhaegar.

Looking over I saw the great bronze,blue beast heading towards me. Quickly getting meleys to dodge and roll Just as a torrent of flame passed by where I was barely a breath ago.

Had meleys not rolled id have died. And I knew the kinslayer was smirking that damn smirk as he and his mount passed. But what caught my attention was the arrow shaft sticking out of vhagars left eye.

Meleys had taken some of the flame to her stomach. Making her even weaker than sunfyre. As a dragons stomach scales were far less dense than the back. It seemed the arrow had done more damage that I realized for she had missed most of me. Without the arrow I doubt I'd still have flesh and bone.

I turned hearing sunfyres roar, seeing the golden beast open it's mouth to deliver firey vengeance upon meleys and I. While vhaegar had banked around to meet me from the bottom.

I was surrounded.

As my doom was approaching , i found my thoughts on Rhaena and baela. Who would miss me the most. Even more than sweet Corlys or brave jace.

I knew baela and jace would rule this land well. But i worried about Rhaena. The looks the court gives her are getting out of hand. I do not like daemon Targaryen in any way, shape, or form, but I know he at least is a great father to my grandchildren.

I know he would already have burnt the keeps of the lords who dared look at his daughter like that. Just like the two Hightower princes looked at them when they were younger and just coming into women and manhood.

My thoughts stayed on Rhaena though. As beautiful as she was kind. As smart and considerate as she was patient and loving. She would miss me most of all. The thought of what the one eye and usurper would do should they get their hands on her steeled my resolve.

If I would die today, someone was coming with me. Sending my prayers to any god who would listen that my husband, as much as I was mad at him right now, and the rest of my family would be okay after my demise. 'I'd give my life gladly for yours. Usurper'

I say to myself as I turn towards sunfyre.

That's when I saw it. Like a falcon diving toward its prey, the black dragon from earlier pounced on the golden drake.

It was like an obsidian star falling towards the earth. It's forelimbs and wings dug into the brittle scales of sunfyre. Making the golden dragon writhe and screech in agony.

After gaining control be plunging its back feet claws and winged limbs into the dragon he raised his head and dung needle like teeth into the neck of sunfyre.

With a gut wrenching sound, the black beast tore the flesh from sunfyres bones, effectively destroying its wing. As it let go of the now falling golden dragon, the black beast landed a killing blow. A fireball right to the back of sunfyre. And then unleashing a torrent of white flame toward the golden dragon. Igniting the good wing like a piece of parchment.

As the dragon fell, the world around me seemed to become eerily still and quiet.

Sunfyre, said to be the most beautiful dragon ever, plummeted towards the earth. With one wing barely still attached and flailing about and spraying blood all about, while the other was on fire, it looked like a puppets string had been cut.

After hitting the ground the sound seemed to return to my ears. And with it, a roar unlike any I've ever heard a dragon utter from the black one.

A roar that spoke of dominance. Of dominion. Of conquerors.

I also heard the one eyed dragon screech in the distance as it headed towards kings landing. The thought of chasing them never crossed my mind. Too engross was I in the now huge black dragon eating the flesh of sunfyre.

I hadn't been able to see who was on the back of such a beast, and as I look upon the being standing beside the dragon in a weirdly styled robe/armour, I was intrigued.

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I fought with myself over whether or not to approach the person. Afterall, he was eating a dragon. While normally that would force me into action I keep my head. This dragon had earned the meal, and it had also fought with both of them alone before i arrived. Which means it was far more formidable than the few moments I saw it in action.

Deciding to risk it I get meleys attention with a flick of the reigns and we're off towards the unknown dragon and it's rider.

After landing i dismount and as I'm walking towards the man I see many charred bodies. Again my anger at the hightowers ignited. How many innocent people died because they couldn't let go of petty greed?

Seeing the now man face under the hood turn to me I see in his hands are blackfyre and the crown of the conqueror I chuckle.

'Of course the pretentious Hightower prince would think himself worthy of the conquerors crown.'

The man now speaks and pulls his hood off. What I'd thought was comely from a distance became beautiful up close. White hair down to his shoulders. The shape of face an exact replica of what a Valyrian should look like, all though his face was a little longer than normal.

And last but not least his eyes….. 'HIS EYES'

My mind raced as I saw the two orbs that glowed in an ethereal light in the sunset hours of the night.

Two orbs I'd heard described to me since my youngest granddaughter was just a girl learning how to express herself.

Two orbs of pure platinum silver, with dragon fire red mixed like Valyrian steel ripples across the rest of the eye. And lastly the pool of crimson that encircled his pupil.

I was so caught off guard. I didn't know what to say. I, someone who sough to be queen of the seven kingdoms was speechless.

He opened his beautiful mouth to speak before i could, only for a shooting pain to go through my shoulder.

Suddenly the world is spinning and I'm caught by the arms of the beautiful young man who killed the usurper.

Looking to my left I see Cristin cole with a bow. His Face Is filled with hate and blood. His breathing is deep as he pulls out the famous Morningstar and strides over towards me and the unknown dragon lord holding me in his arms.

I try to speak to him. To beg him to move. My voice doesn't work, and it seems he knew what I was trying to say. But his smile remains and he doesn't even look at the kingmaker.

Next what happens shocks me. Out of nowhere a huge white blur tackled cole to the ground.

It all happens to fast. And as I lose consciousness I see it's a huge wolf who has coles hand in his mouth while cole screams.

The most melodious voice I've ever heard breaks my looking at the brutalizing of cole.

(Sleep princess. For we have a lot to discuss you and I.)

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An: there we are. Next well get the intro to Dragonstone reactions to the thing. As well as the greens. Will throw in some povs I didn't previously use. Even if they're short. Give me time to get the pics up. Idk how many more of these in doing today. This one was insane.

We'll see though. You never know. Live long and prosper 🖖❤️