𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑠 ɱყʂƚιƈʂ σϝ ƚԋҽ ʂσυƚԋҽɾɳ ιʂʅҽʂ
in the days of old valyria, dragons ruled the skies as much as the sun ruled the day, and valyrians ruled over the land as much as the moon ruled over the stars. the tale is well-known, valyrians explored and experimented so much with magic blood that the gods they worshipped deem them unworthy of their gifts and wiped them out with the eruption of the fourteen flames.
but before the doom, a lone woman plagued with strange dreams felt an imminent danger crawling toward all of the people. young daenys of house olympia urged her family to heed her warnings; prepare for the destruction of their homes and flee this place. and to her, her family's and so many other valyrians' luck, they listened.
house olympia, house targaryen, house velaryon, and few others all fled west, to find refuge from what would soon come. and as they sailed over the wide seas, eternal smoke, screams and fire soon overtook everything they ever called home. aegon I and the targaryen household had been loyal to house olympia and—feeling indebted for daenys' warnings—acted as their righthand and warriors when settling in westeros, fending from any army that demanded a bent knee.
and as the targaryens geared for their battles and allowed for the surviving valyrians to settle in the continent, house olympia founded their ancestral home and kingdom; aztryghāna of fyra— a vast land for them and their vassal houses to make their home. and thus, a valyrian family became the ruler of the southern saharas.
after the south was claimed by dragons and the smoke from valyria cleared from the sky, what came next was an attempt at establishing the olympians with the neighboring kingdoms. the dornish east, the gardens of the west, the mountains in the midlands, and the snowy frost of the north.
for the next few hundred years, house olympia and its vassal houses proved themselves worthy of court, politics, and royalty. they kept their heritage alive in anyway they could and showed great love for those they represent. but the history is not the most interesting thing about the olympians.
dreamers, dragons, and the dawn. all things treasured so impossibly deep by the valyrians. after daenys saved their bloodline, the olympians and their family scholars spent a considerable amount of time recording anything they could possibly remember and theorize about those like her, taking great care to foster the skills and premonitions of any born visionary that came after.
there is no similarity between any two story, for every dreamer encompasses their gifts differently. some wander in their sleep, others must draw it as they wake, one simply remembers what they dreamed of, and another feels it like intuition or a sixth sense. every aspect all leads to the same belief; the dreamer possesses blood and sight from some great power beyond, possibly as a living relic of their fallen heritage in old valyria. and time again in olympian history, there is always some unexplainable event as to how they evade danger or destruction at the hands of unstoppable forces. those who know of dreamers tend to lay the possibility of these miracles on them.
dragons were treated not as fearful forces of destructive nature, but as the guiding wind that carried them from death to gracious fortune, spoken to with love rather than a command, flying above their spiraling towers and being so dearly loved by the people of fyra. the blood and kin they shared with their valyrian counterparts was sacred and treated as such, the very warmth they exuded akin to the hearth of a home. the tradition with dragons and their bond with valyrians is kept in a tightly enclosed secret, only unanimously trusted individuals may work with the family to uphold these bonds to their strongest might. and as i sit on my dear dragon and take to the skies, it is as if the ancestors themselves reach out to greet me time and time again.
between daenys the dreamer and the present times, there have been officially 4 dreamers recorded in the history of fyra, between the valyrian households; aegon I, nymerion velaryon, velathrian II, and vaenaera the traveler. but the number of those who had never spoken up or could never decipher their visions were unrecorded. these dreams brought forth prosperity and happiness to the south and it is this happiness that house olympia forever protects from the horrors of this wide world.
the court of flames is made up of houses olympia, targaryen, velaryon, and other minor houses as the rulers of the southern region, founded back in the early days after the doom, so that the valyrian households may work out the best paths to take regarding other kingdoms fighting back against their settling into the land. the most prominent members are a trusted and needed part of our lives and are treated with utmost repsect and a seat at the table.
but, this is all ignoring the current ruling family of the court of flames, the southern region, and the sahara, with reigning queen naephaera, king consort zamyle and their brood of energetic dragonkin. this family has reigned during a peaceful era of westeros and aim to maintain this peace amongst the entire realm.
naephaera olympia is the ruling queen of fyra and the south, with a calming soul and regal stature, she is not one to be played with. with all of my rowdiness and love for exploring the city, being at home is never a suffocating place with her at its throne. she comes from a long line of daughter queens who ascended to the throne by blood and not marriage, and it is a tradition she intends to uphold. both house targaryen and house velaryon see her and the legacy she holds as sacred to their peace and livelihood.
she is the head of the court of flames and takes her duties and responsibilities incredibly serious. despite me being the youngest, she encourages all her children to see what her life is like in this manner. i sit in court quietly by her side, i converse with her about what i witnessed and learned after all is said and done, and when she is free, i have her full attention for just a few more hours to dress up, do our hair and speak of anything i'd like. to me, my mother is the legacy of our ancestors personified, and to her, i will always be her precious baby.
my father, zamyle olympia née velaryon, is a rambunctious and joyous king who brings smiles as much as he conjures loyalty. he adores my mother dearly and will do anything to bring her and her kingdom the love and unity it deserves. he is often visiting his brother corlys in the east beaches, over at driftmark and enjoys when he, his wife rhaenys, laena and laenor, and baela and rhaena come to visit him and our family whenever they get the chance.
many say he babies me and spoils me far too often but in his world, there is nothing less that i deserve. after my sisters had grown up, he'd gotten the chance to smother another one of his daughters with love again after i was born. and when my dragon, zorra, was hatched after my birth, he was the one to coach me through my fear and hesitation, so that i may be the mighty dragon rider he knows i can be. it is clear to anyone with eyes that zamyle loves his family more than anything in the whole world and i would hate to see any person that believes he would ever let any slight against us pass.
from my parents' love came many older siblings; zaenaera, velarion, morghana, tyrron, zenyth, and aerron—then including me, nykhalia. from birth, my life was full of them, fun and play, lessons and pride, sadness and comfort. they are my rock in this big realm and go to any length to make my life soft as sand.
zaenaera olympia is a kind woman, who sees a teacher in every living creature. there is a generous humility she carries with her that she's instilled in all of us. we are not simply royalty, we are the amalgamation of what the people need and in that, we must always keep their trust and faith in us in mind. i believe it is her that lit the firey love for animals i now possess, and she is a woman i will always look up to. in me she sees the young generation of fyra that may soon be under her care, and it encourages her to love me more everyday. as of now, there is talk of her ascending to the throne after mother and currently she must face the onslaught of men believing themselves worthy of being her consort.
velarion olympia is a calm man, second born child and firstborn son. he was trained with a sword by daemon targaryen from a young age and is fiercely protective of all of his siblings, but especially his sisters. he is also quite the scholar and learned the common tongue far quicker than the rest of us (especially me, i'm still stuck speaking mainly high valyrian) and has explored many corners of our family library. he is most at peace with his family, letting his brothers spar with him as their judge, lending an empathetic ear to his sisters' whim, and allowing me to dress him up in the craziest of fabrics and draw nonsensical pictures across his skin with vibrant paints. he has not yet concerned himself with the idea of love or a wife, he wants zaenaera to be set with her choice before he must leave her.
morghana olympia is an adventurer. she does not like to stay still nor reside in our palace forever; and with her, i'm often right behind. it is not absurd to say that she can certainly be a little spoiled but seems capable of dialing it back at the right moments. she demands the best in her presence and will expect for that to be delivered. yet even though i follow her into the city every now and then, she soon departs on her own when we blend amongst our people. it is always her off on her own enjoying her time however she fits, and when she returns, i'm not the one she confides in when she gets back home. that's mostly our father and eldest sister.
tyrron olympia is a soldier above all else. he prides himself on being a person of fortitude and bravery. if daemon is not in the city to train young soldiers, tyron often volunteers to take over his duty. and while not many of us have ventured great distances throughout westeros, tyron has managed to worm his way into expeditions and visits to other kingdoms and houses, coming back to a demanding me wanting to hear of his travels. he was very active in my life and with his influence, i too, picked up a sword and began my training at a young age. he was there to comfort me in my bruises and defeats and cheered for me in my wins and triumphs. for now, he stays within the castle walls but i've heard rumours that he plans his own trip soon again.
zenyth olympia is a fun boy. he is not yet at that stage in life where things must always be so serious and he fully intends to take advantage of his youth for as long as possible. he jokes, he laughs, he pranks, and there is no person in the whole southern region he cannot make smile. he indulges in duels with his brothers but only to lighten the mood when they're fighting gets serious. he spends nights around firepits telling the most outlandish stories to any soul who will hear, wowing children and amusing the adults. but at home, he is quiet; painting portraits of his family, reading of the legends our ancestors conjured in their reigns and flying high in the sky with his dark blue dragon friend; syrena. as humorous as he is, he knows that adolescence is on the cusp of being left behind; and i've not yet determined if he's ready.
lastly, only a few years my senior, is aerron olympia, the shyest of us possibly, and also the most observant. he does not speak to those outside the family much but always seems to choose his words wisely. perhaps he understands the legacy and reputation our name carries and believes he must uphold it no matter how far down the line of ascension he is. he sticks by zenyth quite a bit, the two like peas in a pod, but when on his own, seems to be in such deep thought. we often read together, recommending books the other would normally never read and sitting in the room only accompanied with the sounds of flipping pages and the blowing of wind. the ladies are quite taken with his nature and he always seems bashful at their attention, but i suspect he may have his heart set on some secret soul i've yet to uncover.
as a whole, this family is big and joyous, with nothing in all the realm capable of tearing us apart. and even though there will come a day where we are spread out in our own singular households with our own skies to look at, it will always be known that we are the precious offspring of house olympia. to them, i am the baby that will know only ease and silk, and to me, they are the blood that fuels me to be the best version of myself i can be for this insane world.
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