"Perhaps. Perhaps I have grown tired of the weight noble names carry." she said, before she went quietly along with her own thoughts. These days she thought a lot about hierarchy. About the ways in which her family remained on top. And although she should have known better than to speak such thoughts, her eyes shifted to Kyra anyway and her throat cleared. "Targaryen's like to think themselves closer to gods than men. But gods are of men, aren't they? Made in our image, in the image of our mothers and fathers and maidens and crones and warriors and smiths and strangers. The old, the new. Gods are cruel because men are cruel. And when such cruelty is given so much power, when such cruelty is given dragons; there is only death. Only disparity. I detest it. I detest the notion that our dragons make us more fit to rule. I detest the fact my family sits the throne and bloodies the kingdom from the wall to the summer sea." she felt the tears well at her eyes, a pain long forged threatening to come out. But she pushed it down, swallowed back tears. Who was she to cry? "Every which way you look, there is only misery."
She found some comfort in the comment, in knowing the other found amusement in Rhae's loss of mind. Perhaps she wished she'd lost it sooner. Perhaps she should never have returned. "I do not care which one of my cousins sits the ugly chair." she admitted, at last. Instantly there was a relief, a burden lifted off her that made it easier for her to breathe. "I do not care if every kingdom goes up in flames and this wretched land has to rise from the ashes. I wish to leave, Kyra. That is why I am here." it was a desperate move, a selfish and irrational. "I plan to leave, never to return." part of her wished for a reason to stay, to be challenged, to be reminded of whatever good still existed and was worth fighting for. But a bigger part of her, the part of her that wanted to live not simply survive, that part was stronger, louder. "Come with me."
she listened closely as rhaena spoke. over their time together, kyra had learned that when rhaena spoke with seriousness, she needed to listen because it was so rare that she truly spoke what was on her mind. no longer hiding behind her family or her duty, she was speaking for herself and kyra would listen and hold on to her words. when she was finished, kyra took a sip of her wine before setting it down again, looking at the silver haired beauty in front of her. "my people believe in the old gods and the old gods believe in the magic of this land. we do not think man can be gods." she paused for a second. "your dragons are gods for their magic, but the men atop them are not. despite what your cousins believe, you are only men just as the rest of us."
"your cousins have been fighting over that chair since your forefather and foremothers flew across the narrow sea and they will continue to fight over that chair until you and i are long gone." rhaena to the ashes and kyra to the crypts. "some say aegon brought peace uniting the kingdoms but as this year has taught us, peace does not last forever." she pauses as rhaena speaks her truth, her desire to leave again. she had heard of her times away from weateros but kyra did not expect her to want to leave once again and never return. her heart broke ever so slightly at the thought of losing her just as she was getting her. but then those three words came and kyra felt her world shift. come with me.
in an instant, she wanted to say yes, to fly away with rhaena and never look back. but could she really? her sister was older, she would be the ruling lady, there was no need for kyra here apart from finally solidifying a union between bracken and blackwood. but what to do when both bracken and blackwood wish for other things? she swallows down a lump in her throat before speaking softly. "where would w-" she cut herself off, not ready to say yes just yet. "-you go?"
