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“Whatever May Come”
𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃.
Born quiet and pale under the waxy light of a Crescent moon; an ill fated omen many had whispered in the hollow halls of the Red Keep. Words and murmurs of only tragedy and ruin to follow after his every waking footsteps, to be the foretold downfall as whispered by the dragon-dreamers before him.
On a cold and sour night the second born prince of House Targaryen arrived into the world with a furious and bloody scream from the elegant lips of the Emerald Queen herself. His birth would truly mark him for his days after, paint him in a foretold picture he had no control over. The young prince entered the world the same as he would live.
Quiet and covered in the blood of someone else.
Many hadn't paid mind or thought to the second born son of House Targaryen, thinking him to be the same as the rest of his Valyria born kin. Godly with the blood of dragons and men running thick in his veins. For the silent prince carried the markings of a true dragon, with silky locks of pearl and eyes of enchanting amethyst, the babe certainly was an ancient beast of fire and blood made whole in the form of a human.
