What the future holds…
November 29, 2012 in Fan-Fic, House Targaryen by Aegon II Targaryen
The wind blew over my face as Senestrion flew against the wind. The smell of fire a burning flesh invades my senses. I looked over to where my brother, Prince Aemond, was and saw his Vhagar roast a hawk. He laughed loudly. “Good hunt, brother!” I shouted and signaled him to land. I flew down and landed on the cliffside where I brought my sister, Rhaenyra, a day past. I climbed down Senestrion and Aemond did the same thing. “What is it, brother?” Aemond asked, puzzled. “The hawk fell over there,” he added and pointed below the cliff. “There’s something
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