The pregnancy of the second queen was watched with bated breath, The queen adorned in regal attire that seemed to glow with an ethereal aura, cradled the delicate life growing within her with fear as her father watched with hidden ambition and her husband celebrated.
The court whispered of the consequences of a son, and the position of the king's daughter.
As the whispers of joy danced like gentle zephyrs among oldtown.
The Realms Delight watched with quiet bitterness, at her old friend's betrayal, as the First Queen slowly slipped from people's minds.
The gardens, a sanctuary of serenity became a favored retreat where the new queen would often be found, searching for an old friend, and contemplating the future that awaited her unborn child.
The courtiers, too, adjusted their demeanor, aligning their ambitions with the promise of a male heir.
As the time for delivery approached, the palace buzzed with a different kind of energy. The air became charged with both anticipation and fear.
The birth of a royal child in such times was not just a personal affair after all, it was a matter that could shape the destiny of the seven realms.
And so, in a room adorned with silks and rare tapestries, attended by the most skilled maesters, the young queen brought forth life into the world.
The cries of the newborn echoed through the palace, signaling not just the beginning of a new life but the dawn of a new chapter in the realm's history.
The first pregnancy of the Green Queen, a journey laden with greed and expectations, marked a pivotal moment in the pages of the Targaryen dynasty.
The infant, a soul cradled by death, became the embodiment of a legacy that would be etched in the golden scrolls of time, and thus carefully placed in his cradle was a dragon egg, at the urging of his grandfather.
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Consciousness comes slowly, as if water is poured into a glass one drop at a time.
It does not know where it is, or what it is.
He does not understand the voices that speak in his rare moments of consciousness, it knows they did once but when it does not remember.
Time slips past his understanding, he stays awake more often and strange colors dance in blurry vision a giant who is brown is one who stays with him the most, though he does not understand her, her voice is soothing. In the rare times he is awake at night there is one who smells like ash that visits him.
He does not understand
Who is he?
Why is he awake?
He should not be-
( A̶s̶h̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶i̶n̶d̶, t̶h̶e̶ c̶o̶o̶l̶ t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ o̶f̶ m̶e̶t̶a̶l̶ a̶n̶d̶ h̶e̶a̶t̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶n n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶-̶ )
IT HURTS
Why does it hurt ?
Somebody help-
He doesn't understand