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been as prosperous. All was well -- the Heirs Apparent have been
groomed to take the thrones their parents will soon leave behind. They
include the Targaryens Aelyria & Rhaegon who are yet to marry; Cersei
Lannister's last child Elaena Lannister who was raised by her uncle Lord
Tyrion Lannister and promised to Brannon Stark, the first-born child
of the Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell with her king-consort Jonas,
one of the allies of Winterfell who managed to ensnare Sansa's heart.
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Sadly, House Baratheon has not sired any heirs before the deaths
of both its Lord & Lady -- Arya was last seen in Essos nearly two years
ago, causing Lord Gendry to shoot himself after their anniversary.

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ter Daenerys Targaryen &
consort Aegon Targaryen
reunited the Kingdoms, the
Realm of Westeros is finally
at peace. Having abolished
slavery & rebuilt King's
Landing with the plans of
Old King Jaehaerys
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Kingdoms have never
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The first chapter begins with
the funeral of Lord Gendry Bara-
theon, held in the Stormlands.

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firstborn of Daenerys & Aegon Targaryen, the
Darling of the Realm shoulders a great burden the
moment she came into the Seven Kingdoms. a
large golden egg flecked with black was placed in
her cradle which hatched the moment her violet
eyes fluttered open. fair & graceful in one minute
but deadly in the next -- her Lord Father pressed
Ice in her hands as soon as she could read at the
age of six. she is as skilled with her longbow and
most deadly on her dragon, whom she named
Aeksion. clever but sometimes reckless, the pass-
ionnate & brash princess does whatever she
pleases, to her younger brother's immense delight.

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full name: aelyria rhynire targaryen
nameday: 29th July, recently 17.
titles: Darling of the Realm;
Princess of Dragonstone; Most Beautiful
Lady in All of Westeros & Beyond. (use
to catch her at unawares -- even blush!)
skills: sparring, archery, reading,
teaching younger children, feeding Aeksion
& accompanying Aegon in his war councils.
likes: only all of the above.
dislikes: everything that isn't aota.
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The Heir of Winterfell, Brannon Stark was raised
to respect, honour & protect his family & House.
the only son of the Lady Sansa Stark, he is clever,
devilish & observant like his mother, preferring to
spar in politics & courtly intrigue than swordplay
despite his obvious talents in both. he was 18 when
he was promised to Elaena Lannister to unite
the 2 kingdoms. knowing their history however, he
is cautious about trusting the Golden Lions. to
make up for it though, he is skilled in keeping noble
company & has stolen more than a few hearts;
some he keeps for some much needed company des-
pite his mother's disapproval -- he can't just warg to
Hailstrom the direwolf every time he needs reprieve.

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full name: brannon eddard stark
nameday: 1st December, now 19.
titles: Heir of Winterfell; Lord Stark;
Prince of Death (barreled into the Bol-
tons' & murdered everyone on sight).
skills: sparring (both ways), reading, ac-
companying his mother like Kingsguard,
flirting shamelessly, warging into Hail-
strom , feeding Hailstrom & training.
likes: sweets & chocolates; children.
dislikes: unloyal bannermen, Lannisters.
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Rhaegon Targaryen is the only male child of daenerys and aegon, on
his first birthday he was gifted with a freckled ash gray and red dra
gon egg. Upon touching the egg, cracks began forming and his fiery
dragon companion – Drax, crawled out. Rhaegon is known for his cha
rm, political suave and swordsmanship. He is a headstrong, strategic,
mature and observant prince who unfortunately inherited his mothers
temper and his fathers’ heart.

As soon as he could walk his father put a sword in his hand, having
never put it down the young prince became quite gifted with it, giv
ing him the title – protector of the realm. The spirited prince is fre
quently told he looks more like his mother than his father with his
white hair, sharp jawline and violet eyes.

never goes anywhere without drax • house targaryen • male •
toned and lean • often found training outside • loves sweets

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⇢ elaena lannister
⇢ her uncle calls her el
⇢ female
⇢ promised to the starks
⇢ seventeen

⇢ iconic golden lannister hair
⇢ blue eyes
⇢ raised by her uncle
⇢ house lannister

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Elaena Lannister is heir to the Lannister fortune, aside from her uncle she is
the last living Lannister child. The spirited, challenging, passionate and pati
ent young lady is extremely grateful her uncle took her in when her parents pa
ssed away. For as long as she can remember he constantly told her stories of
the past and his travels, hoping to teach her everything he knew, well, as
much as one can when they drink as frequently as he does. She understands
the impacts her family previously had on the realm and hopes to restore the
Lannister name to its rightful glory.

Tyrion encouraged El to pursue her thirst for knowledge and develop basic
weaponry skills in case she ever needed to defend herself. He taught her to
always maintain her composer in the presence of council members and to
use her heart and title as armour so that no one could hurt her. el's honesty,
fierce determination knows no bounds, especially when it comes to those
loyal to her.

El is known for her intelligence and generosity, she is skeptical about her
proposed union with the stark boy as the north never forgets.

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"M-m'lord, m'lady. This just came in from the Citadel."
The messenger hands you a fresh scroll.

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ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤
𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔶 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱.
𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯.
𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰.

𝔐𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔏𝔞𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.

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"Tell the servants to prepare for travel. We will be leaving for the Stormlands," you say.

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The intricate golden embroidery decorating her red gown felt comforting as she wondered the halls of Storm’s End, her proud
guardsmen followed a few metres behind her, proudly displaying the Lannister sigil. Her blue eyes scanning the familiar walls
as a few vague childhood memories flashed across her mind, Lord Gendry Baratheon, a caring and compassionate ruler. Her
uncle walked beside her, “Elaena, it’s about time you became familiar with your soon to be husband. He will be here soon.”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she replied, “I look forward to meeting the prince of death Uncle.”

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A thrilling thunderous roar filled the skies as Rhaegon stood near the high walls overlooking the city below
him, his violet eyes idly flickering between the city and his fiery companions' fine form. Although a soft ache
could be felt in his heart upon receiving the news of Lord Gendry’s passing, a blank expression formed on
his features while his thoughts drifted towards the identity of the new Stormland successor. As another impatient
roar woke him from his thoughts, Rhaegon eyed the stubborn red dragon, as if wondering if he could sense
the passing of Lord Gendry.

“I wonder where the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros is,” he pondered out loud as he stepped forward,
the familiar feeling of his longsword resting against his hip comforting him ever so slightly. If Rhaegon and
Aelyria were to accompany their parents and represent the Targaryen household, he had best find the enchanting
Aelyria before they were late. Turning towards his familiar guardsmen, “Check in on Lady Aelyria.”

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materializing from the shadows, she linked her golden hands as they encircled rhaegon's neck
and cooed to his ears, "there's no need for that, darling brother. look, i was just making
sure the cook brought all your favorite sweets."

opening her cupped palms, she dramatically revealed two golden orbs wrapped in almost see-through
brown paper. almost immediately, a low-bellied roar signaled that aeksion had landed next to
drax, playfully clawing at his blood-red hide.

"now then, shall we be on our way? wouldn't want to keep our parents waiting."
aelyria winked at her brother. faster than the blink of an eye, she raced to climb atop aeksion's
already saddled back & took off without warning.

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he could hear his sharp footsteps echoing soundly around him as he surveyed the hallways of storm's end.
pausing, he also heard the unmistakable voices of lord tyrion & a soft but yet taunting female voice, most
probably his niece elaena, his betrothed. moving languidly to further investigate, he found himself face
to face with them and nodded sharply at the pair.

"lord tyrion. lady elaena," he greeted them, silently assessing the small group of lannister
soldiers surrounding them like a barrier. 'not as impenetrable though,' he chuckled to himself before
adding a snarky comment, unable to restrain himself.

"how have you grown since i last saw you, little cub. or shall i say, lioness?" he smirked at
elaena, "it is good of you to come and pay your respects to the last baratheon. we must
always be there for family, must we not?"

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Halting in their place, the two Lannister’s eyed Lord Brannon for a fraction of a second before
speaking, “Lord Brannon,” Elaena greeted, bowing her head ever so slightly in respect. Indicating
it was alright for their red and gold guards move to the side so that they were easily able to
inspect the handsome Lord. Tyrion softly chuckled as he sipped his chalice in amusement, eager
to see how events would unfold. Raising a fine brow at the comment, Elaena played into his game
and mirrored the stark boy’s smirk.

“It’s good to see you no longer play with puppies my Lord.” Elaena playfully teased, pausing
for a second before she continued, her face remaining stoic as his words triggered a slight pang
of sadness in her chest.“Indeed, we must.” Thankfully, her uncle stepped in, his wise eyes
flickering between his niece and Lord Brannon as he spoke.

“Lord Brannon, is Lady Sansa here?”

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A soft chuckle left his lips as Aelyria surprised him with sweets, “how thoughtful of you,” he
whispered. Taking the treats from her soft hands and pocketing one whilst he ate the other one,
his violet eyes trailing after his beloved as she skilfully mounted Aeksion and took off, leaving
him in the dust. Now that, my friends, is a woman who wants to be chased.

Gracefully mounting Drax, the dynamic duo shot off to the sky, “let’s give her a good race Drax,”
Rhaegon shouted, one hand holding onto his saddle whilst his other rested on the red dragon. As
the dragon flew higher his eager eyes searched for Aelyria and Aekison, a smile lining his lips as
he spotted the pair. “Race you?” Rhaegon shouted, hoping his sister would be able to hear him as
he dropped down from above, a low rumble vibrating through Drax as if he was alerting Aekison
of his presence.

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throwing a sly wink at rhaegon, aelyria leaned forward on aeksion and shouted,
willing the winds to carry her words. "oh sweets, its not a race anymore if i win -- and i will. aeksion, now!"

the golden scales of her draggon shimmering and rippling in the warm morning sun as she twirled in graceful
loops, pushing back the entire length of her body in a streamlined shape before propelling forwards, both
rider and mount eager to win. she whistled at her dragon and she swore she could almost feel the wind
beneath her both as they soared high above the clouds, giddy with joy.

as soon as the storm's end' residence was in sight, aeksion pom-
melled into one of the broad roofs on the building, constructed with landing dragons in mind & shifted into
a languidly resting position as her rider disembarked, patiently waiting for the other half of her soul.

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"in case you don't remember, my dear, i have already stopped playing with pups as soon as hailstrom
grew up." the handsome direwolf was immediately beside him after he spoke his name. maintaining a slightly
bored expression, he answered lord tyrion's sudden question, obviously posed to steer them away from the
"family talk" topic. how clever.

"my mother is just refreshing herself in her rooms after travelling for such a lengthy distance, my
lord. she will be down with us shortly, i suppose. in the meantime, she has sent me to entertain you both
until she has finished -- i hope you don't mind." he snuck a glance at elaena, who was now donning
her usual expression of a poker face.

"my lady, i am indeed sorry for the loss. as you may know, i have also spent a great many years at lord
gendry's side and from them, learnt a great many things."

as two more pairs of footsteps rang clearly around the halls accompanied by the more silent padded feet of
hailstrom's mate and his mother's newer "Lady," the redhead and her lord-consort smiled at the
group with brief nods.

"tyrion. it has been a while, hasn't it?" the lady of winterfell greeted the lord with a smile on her
beautiful curved lips, "has my son been bothering you too much?" she eyed him before continuing, "now then,
how about you take elaena for a stroll before the burial? you have much to talk about."

"it would be my pleasure," he nodded, extending an arm to the beautiful blonde who
looked at him with cold blue eyes. "shall we, my lady?"