me!!!!!and my lives. just a museum of everything i have ever loved.
dysfunctional. slightly weird. i don’t want you to hear me out, just sit there and listen me talk about things that the majority of people would not like to experience.
darling, dearest, dead vaenaera.
a song of ice and fire …………. the prophecy seen by aegon i the conqueror had been whispered from king to heir in each generation, men changing histories sitting on the throne of a thousand swords of their enemies with the intention of carrying the family line until the prince who was promised would defeat the long winter. king of the andals, and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms, protector of the realm – and was king aelendis' soul truly damned for believing that his firstborn child, vaenaera, first of her name and bringer of the long summer, was the one to save them all from the long winter ?
born in 260 ac under thirty adult dragons and more growing, the princess of dragonstone was named heir to the iron throne at seven years old, an hightower mother looking distraught while holding two male heirs, and a father sitting on a throne looking proud of the first woman who would reign over the kingdoms of westeros. an attempt murder that ended up with the eye of a prince taken, the claiming of the fierce red mouth, a coronation as the realm's delight, a forced marriage with a future lannister lord that ended with a bastard, a murder, and a public execution - vaenaera of house targaryen died on the third moon of 280 ac. until voices of a silver lady in the ruins of old valyria started to come to westeros, in need for revenge.
daughter of death, khaleesi of the great grass sea, bride of fire, the she dragon, breaker of shackles, mhysa, the conquerors reborn, one last marriage of true love, a saint walking amongst men. an usurper and an hightower mother ready to pay for the sins they committed.
thousands of years ago, while the rest of men prayed to gods, the valyrians became them.
original vampire …………. at the ritual reserved only for the birth of the dragonlords children of the emperor, the maesters thought the dārilaros she was stillborn. eyes as red as the darkest of cherries, skin as fair as the snow on the north, lips as red as a rose in winter, hair as silver as the moon. valyria luèsa aenara-kis targaryen was not the typical valyrian beauty. one more fitting, for the queen of the damned. the bringer of curses, the mistress of death; born in 4272 bc as the 27th daughter of the dāriorys caeryssen ik-aelyx iii targaryen and the valide munã syreka, vaelyria grew up into being a belladonic beauty.
priestess of the ancient goddess of blood and sorcery arrax, all vaelyria ever wanted was to be the one in her forty half sibilings to win the throne of her father. after an attempting murder from her sister caused her to almost be drained of all blood, the spirit arrax merged with her soul, creating a new, immortal being with a thirst for blood. her eyes became wider and her canines became sharper, and soon enough, the throne welcomed the new emperess - someone who would not let it go for almost four centuries. who didn’t age a day. who could control fire. who could read people's minds. the first vampire.
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