Mhaelys stormed through the grounds and called upon Rhaegala. The great beast reared its head through the cave beneath the dragon pit; an enormous waft of black and red emerging. Daemon trailed behind with a few members of his Kingsguard in a fable attempt to calm the princess. "Rhaegala, Māzīs!" Mhaelys roared, tears starting to swim in her maddened eyes. Her once delicate wedding gown had become torn and muddied, silver braids now falling about her head. Rhaegala herself seemed shocked by her rider's newfound fury, but obeyed nonetheless. Clicking and whining, she stretched her great black wings. Perhaps this kind-hearted and gentle princess had finally snapped.
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