꧁𖢻• 𝕭𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝕿𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝕬𝐋𝐋 •𖢻꧂ | In which, a true Targaryen dragon is born within the skin of an ethereally beautiful woman ~ or more known as, Princess Maelera Bloodmoon of Houses Targaryen and Royce, spawn of the Rouge Prince . . .
She will b...
𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝖘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝖔𝐟 𝖍𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝖈𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝖔𝐧 𝖙𝐡𝐞 𝖌𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 resonates across the streets of King's Landing, bronze banners held in the hands of unwavering knights swaying in the breeze as their bronze armor glints with the steel winking as they ride past the people of the capital. The sigil of the House Royce gleaming underneath the sunlight of the midday sky.
Mounted atop a chestnut stallion as she rides alongside Ser Gerold at the front of the party with only a pair of knights before them, is Lady Maelera Royce.
Gloomy eyes like melted amethysts, having lost their shine of childlike innocence, flutter about the capital surrounding her, a seemingly permanent frown dragging down her lips.
King's Landing stunk, Maelera had declared to herself the moment she rode through the Dragon Gate, one of the seven gates carved into the looming red walls that stood in the defense of the capital of Westeros.
Built packed together were hundreds if not thousands of buildings with brick-roofings mirroring the shade of red dust from the stem rust of grain crops that sprouted across the Vale, built to serve numerous purposes, with broad roads made of grey cobblestone that shimmer under the sunlight between them lined with trees, branching alleys, and bridges.
Through the rare spaces between the buildings, the young Royce would mange to catch few glimpses of the three tall hills she remembers were named for Aegon and his sisters, Rhaenys and Visenya.
