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Summary:
I placed my hands on my swollen belly.Closing my eyes, I began considering how we reached that point.
A point of no return.
Years ago, the Mad Queen had rained fire upon the people of King's Landing. Jon Snow had attempted to kill her. She survived the attack and kept her promise.
She freed the World, from Winterfell to Dorne, from Lannisport to Qarth, from the Summer Isles tot he Jade Sea, by burning it.
She kept Jon Snow alive, so he would watch the new World, so he would beg her to spare the North and Sansa Stark.
"Let it be Fear." She had kept that promise too.
Then, there was the dragonpox outbreak, along the famine.
The Dragonbane, the people whispered of the era, from the illness, mostly the children suffered, death reached in their cribs. Then the women, years passed and less and less were blessed with the fruit of the womb.
So the people prayed... and the Lord of Light listened.
Years later, Sansa Stark is summoned to King's Landing, as Nurturer, blessed by the Lord to carry the children of Daenerys and Aegon Targaryen.
Dragon and wolfs blood to keep the Kingdoms from falling apart.
Blessed Be the Fruit.
Chapter 4 preview:
‘There are people out there who see this as a chance to stop the madness…’ Yara added and I focused on her remaining eye, the maddening hope there.
‘You mean they want a fertile, male Targaryen, instead of the barren Dragon Queen deciding who gets a child and who dies along their house...’ I pointed out and Yara sighed.
‘That too… and his claim will be stronger if has a son made of him and the North... but know this, her fucking dragon is held prisoner at the Sept of Light because he has started listening to Aegon-’
The dragon obeyed Jon, I struggled to keep listening to Yara.
