*Jon Snow POV*
"Run!" I commanded, drawing Longclaw in one fluid motion.
The Free Folk, clad in stolen Bolton armor for disguise, hesitated only for a heartbeat before breaking into a sprint toward the inn’s stables, where our horses waited. Creywn’s men moved in disciplined formation, cutting through the chaos like a well-honed blade.
A handful of guards tried to block their path. The first barely had time to react before a Free Folk blade sliced his throat o...
*Daeranyx’s POV*
"It seems your memory is as sharp as your tongue, Lord Otto." A slight clenching of the jaw was Otto's only reaction, but the younger boy beside him could not hide his anger. I chose to ignore that and continued, "Though I should have expected it, since Prince Daemon didn't fail to mention cun—" I cleared my throat. "Forgive my manners. A man yes that was the word he used who doesn't think highly of him in the small council and the tongue he has. Nonet...
Daeranyx’s POV
I placed the incubator holding my family's dragon eggs in the hottest depths of the Skagos volcano, where the heat remains bearable enough for me to retrieve them when needed. The magical wards I’ve woven ensure that no prying eyes or unwelcome presence can disturb them. Satisfied with their protection, I turned and made my way toward Anarion’s cave.
It has been nearly a week since I taught Jon the art of forging superior steel. With the recent arrival of ir...
Jon Snow POV
"Little Crow, coming with you has been one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life, I tell ya," Tormund said, his broad smile almost warming the icy air around us. "Not just for me, either. Ain’t that right, lads?"
A thunderous cheer of "Aye!" erupted from over a hundred men scattered across the frozen lakes, their enthusiasm ringing loud despite the cold that bit through even the thickest furs. The men worked tirelessly, chipping away at the surface ice of t...
Daeranyx's POV
"How is the progress, Lord Stane?" I asked, addressing Lord Stane, who was present with Lord Magnar to provide me with a report on the small changes we had begun implementing over the past month and a half.
"It is going better than we expected, My King," Lord Stane replied. "The harbor near Skagos is under construction as we speak, and, as you ordered, small boats are being made. We've also begun cutting trees to build larger ships. Additionally, we have start...
Daeranyx's POV
A black ring of flames erupted from the earth, materializing with an almost supernatural speed. It expanded outward from our side, encircling the Crowl forces before they could retreat into the valley. Those unfortunate enough to have reached the gap before the flames completed their enclosure were reduced to nothing—not even ash remained. The sheer ferocity of the flames left no doubt about their deadly nature.
Lord Crowl and his men recoiled i...
Daeranyx POV
I dismounted the shaggy goat I had been riding and entered the camp, which would serve as our temporary home. Lord Stane and Lord Magnar were giving instructions to the men who had traveled with us, preparing food and sending out scouts now and then to notify us if they spotted Lord Crowls. After some days since the raiders had been defeated, I decided it was time for us to meet the last lord of Skagos. Before taking any significant steps, I wanted to establish a st...
2025-01-11 18:34:00 +0000 UTC View PostJon Snow POV
The ride south was long and dull, with little to break the monotony save for the occasional hunt or Ghost’s quiet, watchful presence. I’d gone to the Freefolk camp for their support, and, as expected, the final decision came down to Wun Wun. His reply? A simple, rumbling “Snow.” That was all it needed and with that they started to prepare when they eventually needed to march toward the south.
I asked Tormund if he wanted to accompany me and he asked ...
Daeranyx POV
Mounted atop our shaggy unicorns, I rode alongside Lord Stane, Lord Magnar, and their heirs, Eldred and Jorah. The thunder of hooves echoed across the clearing as we closed the distance to the raiders. The men of Skagos trailed behind us, their war cries building like the howling winds of winter.
One of the raiders, clearly more desperate than wise, shouted something in Low Valyrian—a tongue I understood but none of the Skagosi did. "Kill the leaders, and the ...
Daeranyx POV
Lord Magnar looked every inch the man of First Men blood—tall, broad-shouldered, and rugged, with brown hair and sharp, dark eyes. Yet what caught my attention was not the man himself but the so-called "unicorn" he rode. It was a massive, goat-like beast with a thick, shaggy coat and a single long horn protruding from its forehead. To call such a creature a unicorn stretched my credulity, but the Stone lords spoke of them with such conviction that it was hard to argu...
Jon Snow POV
I looked at all four of them. Rob was the only one still gawking at me in disbelief after seeing that I was alive. "Any last words before I repeat what you did to me?" I challenged him. Rob was the first to meet my indifferent stare, and he opened his mouth to say what he'd claimed in the show: "You shouldn't be alive. It's not right."
"Neither was stabbing me in the back," I retorted. I walked toward the second person, who had requested that I ...
Third-person POV
Jon, alone on his horse, makes his way toward the Grove North of Castle Black. It’s a half-league journey into the haunted forest, where a rough circle of nine weirwood heart trees stands tall. This grove holds nearly everything Jon needs for the ritual he intends to perform. After much contemplation, he knows he must embrace magic—the allure of mystical abilities is too strong to resist.
As he rides, his mind races with thoughts of Rickon. Jon refuses t...
Daeranyx POV
"What about the Magnars and Crowls? What will be their fate?" asked Lord Stane, curious about his fellow lords who ruled another part of Skagos. I arched my eyebrow at his question because I had read that there was rivalry among the three Skagossi noble houses. But I shouldn’t have been surprised, as there were alliances made between all three of them, driven by the ambition to acquire more than what they already possessed.
"Let us be frank, Lord Sta...
Daeranyx POV
Anarion landed right next to the settlement surrounding the hall. If anyone had missed the large shadow cast by Anarion, his roar was loud enough for everyone on the island to know that a dragon was on Skagos. I waited for a while, but no one emerged from the settlement. From my vantage point, I could see small figures running about. A few minutes later, a group of large men wearing leather armor and wielding various weapons approached us.
I...
Daeranyx POV
"But, Lord Drakonar, to build your own keep, you will need both resources and manpower, as well as ships to transport the materials to Skagos, since it is an island. Have you gathered everything you need?" asked Corlys, looking at him with an expectant gaze, ready to hear his plan.
I was just about to respond to him when Rhaenyra interjected, her eyes filled with wonder. "Will you be building your castle like we have on Dragonstone? I mean, ...
Daeranyx POV
I sighed in relief just as the doors of the chambers closed behind me. After I took out every organ I could from the corpse of Cannibal I left his hide and bones to Dragonkeepers to distribute among me and Targaryens. After returning to keep I took a bath and went to the dining chambers to eat Miday-meal. Rhaenys and Daemon were already there chatting among themselves as they were not arguing some hours before.
After I finished eating, Rhaen...
Third-Person POV
Jon, who was done wearing his clothes, thought it was time to open the doors and let others waiting outside enter the room before they knocked down the hinges to get the answers they thought he would give them. He did think about what he would tell them about the change of behavior they would see in the future or during the talk. But to hell with him giving answers to them. He is not Jon Snow who is honorable and brooding although the memories of J...
Third-Person POV
Rhaenys who is still atop the saddle of Meleys who is landed near the cliff of Dragonstone where Cannibal was killed is looking upward where Caraxes is still celebrating his victory. Rhaenys even knowing the nature of the Blood Wyrm and his rider couldn't help but shake her head in disapproval as Caraxes even in this state is being prideful and arrogant. Rather than coming down and being treated by Lord Drakonar both rider and his Dragon are showing...
2024-12-21 12:56:55 +0000 UTC View PostThird-person POV
The Cannibal roared, his thunderous voice reverberating across the skies of Dragonstone. With wings that dwarfed even Meleys's impressive span by great margin, the ancient black dragon exuded an aura of raw power and unbridled fury. Despite possessing such raw power, he appears to be struggling and barely escaping the combined onslaught of the two younger Dragons than him.
Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, let out a piercing scream, his serpentine body c...
Third person POV
Daeranyx, his gaze unwavering, observed the creature's every move. "It's assessing the situation," he noted, a hint of fascination in his voice. "An intelligent creature, indeed. But…"
He didn't need to finish his sentence. The Cannibal, driven by its insatiable hunger, lunged for the eggs, its jaws snapping shut. But instead of the satisfying crunch of eggshell, it met an invisible wall, a shimmering barrier that rippled under its impact. The...
Daeranyx POV
Even though Rhaenys might have anticipated Daemon's actions, it doesn't make her any less furious. They are currently arguing beside me; Rhaenys insists on delaying their plans for a day to give me a comprehensive tour of Dragonstone and familiarize me with the castle. Daemon, however, is impatient, arguing that the Cannibal has not been seen leaving his cave for some time and would likely be hungry. He contends that if the Cannibal were to not hunt today,...
Daeranyx POV
The journey to Dragonstone took no more than two hours on the back of a dragon. As Meleys and Caraxes descended from the clouds, Anarion swiftly followed, outpacing the other two dragons. My first glimpse of Dragonstone was met with fierce winds buffeting my face. The island appeared exactly as described in books and series: dark and foreboding. The keep, crafted from the famed Valyrian black stone, further accentuated the island's ominous aura, even in daylight.
Daeranyx POV
After hearing my question, Daemon looked at me with a smile. I must admit, I had not expected such a reaction from him to the question I had posed. "What? Do you expect me to be sad or angry at the birth of my nephew, as all the people of the Red Keep expect? Then I would have to disappoint you, Lord Drakonar. I am not angry at the birth of my nephew," Daemon said, his smile paired with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I might have thought he was lying to me, or concea...
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2024-12-05 12:16:14 +0000 UTC View PostDaeranyx POV
After completing a circle in the air above where I stood, Anarion landed with a resounding thud. At first glance, his increased size was unmistakable. It was evident to anyone who had seen Anarion two months prior when he wasn't even as large as Vhagar, but now he had outgrown the venerable Targaryen dragon. While I couldn't quantify his exact dimensions, I could certainly compare him to other dragons I've encountered. Anarion was now larger than the c...
Daeranyx POV
I clarified to Viserys the nature of the contract and its terms, which we would both sign. Viserys quickly grasped the concept of the contract, and once that was settled, I outlined the terms to him. Observing his reaction, I noted the relief that washed over his face, dispelling the prior tension, as he learned that I, too, was subject to the contract's penalties. Internally, I chuckled, knowing his relief was premature, as he had yet to learn of the penalties. My ant...
Laenor POV
After a while, I completed the inscription of runes on the stone altar, situated amidst the circle of Dragon glass blocks. While I was engrossed in inscribing runes, my father brought the prisoners. Knowing that I was nearly done with my task, the only thing missing was the two sacrifices. The two individuals selected for the sacrificial hatching were condemned to death a few days prior. Recently captured, these pirates bear no resemblance to those in the anime 'One Piec...
Daeranyx POV
I gazed at Viserys, who wore a deeply contemptuous expression. Aemma and I awaited his words, eager to learn which ritual he would choose for his house. In my view, he would opt for the more beneficial ritual, as anyone in their right mind would; he merely needs to wait a maximum of two months until Aemma's delivery, after which all Targaryens could partake in the advantageous ritual over the lesser option. However, I suspect one concern holds him back: the potential f...
Daeranyx POV
I have just left the chambers where Aemma has given birth, to allow Aemma and Viserys some much-needed time with their son. I glanced at the Maester and his acolytes, who were offering me sweet smiles. However, I knew their smiles were feigned, as they have not ceased their attempts to infiltrate my chambers in the Red Keep. This is despite the fact that many of their spies have contracted diseases and conditions previously unknown in this world. I had suspected that i...
Laenor POV
Laena, feeling the weight of all eyes upon her, requested time to contemplate the matter, as she had not yet decided which method to endorse. Mother hearing Laena's reply assured her to take all the time needed and to choose as she saw fit. Following this, mother resumed the heated debate with father about the sacrifices. She told father that her worry was not the act of sacrificing humans, as human life held little value in their world. Her concer...