꧁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 Stormborn of Houses Targaryen and Royce, spawn of the Rouge Prince . . .
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"A storm rages in my chest, made of enormous dark red clouds. My screams are drowned out by the howling wind which whips sharp sand right into my skin. Attempting to pierce through and get a glimpse of the world crying to be heard by more than just the ghosts of emotions stuffed deep down in me. It burns and it bleeds and it scathes.. yet still I bear it with a bitter smile."
A deep grumble that trembles the ground on which the young girl rests her belly on, her feet gently kicking the crisp evening breeze drifting through the grass the book she reads rests atop, brings forth a giggle from her lips. She turns her head to look at the great beast beside her with her loving, deep plum eyes sparkling, her hair the most extraordinary shade of brunette and silver swirling with the delicate flow of the wind. "I rather like it, my dread, do you not?"
The black dragon huffs, lazily shifting his gigantic snout closer to her. The girl giggles as she lifts her hand to caress his warm scales for but a moment, before she returns her gaze unto the book below her. Flipping few of the pages, she softly squeals in delight as she comes across another one of her favorite quotes within it's ink-written depths, finger tracing the words as she speaks them aloud, "Keep walking. If I look back, I am lost. Memories walked with her. Clouds seen from above. Horses small as ants thundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again? On dragon's back, she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of the world could not touch her. How could she abandon that?"
