𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

"Meyz nu Ysmir, Dovahsebrom. Dahmaan daar. = You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North, hearken to it."

A warrior who lost his memories except his mother's Name.

Laat Dovahkiin = Last Dragonborn

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That response gave her pause. So he wasn't Dornish, nor did he seem to be from the Summer Isles or anything even remotely of old Valyrian descent. He could've been from the Reach, but he seemed too rugged... A Northerner then?

"Where you come from, is there much snow?"

- Moondancer was more mild mannered and obedient, her father's dragon, Caraxes, may leap at the chance of an extra meal.

"I'm certain it won't be a problem returning you to Dorne. I assume you were sent here to have an audience with her grace Queen Rhaenyra?"

The trio made their way to the stables, so the horse could be safely stashed away. It wasn't wise to have a horse loose where drsgons roam. While Baela's -

- She quickened her pace.

“I understand you must have come a long way to Dragonstone. Why? What business do you have here?”

Baela fell silent, pondering to herself on whether he meant The Mother from The Seven or if the lady he spoke of was of an entirely different culture. The subject of religion was dropped in favor of a lighter subject.

“Ser Armand?” -

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫.

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𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐. 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘚. 𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘌𝘋. ╱

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- it, she was following him outside.

“By ‘The Lady’, do you mean her grace?”

D’Aquitaine? Bretonnia? There was no such name or place in Westeros as far as Baela knew. From his surprisingly good looks, it could be assumed that he came from Dorne. She watched him for a while, her annoyance increasing for some unknown reason. Before she could think better of -

- “Talk and walk, you and your horse are to be out of this castle NOW.”

“I want your name and your station, ser. I want to know exactly who would allow a horse to slip their grasp like this.”

Arms crossed over her chest, a sure indication that there would be consequences for the uproar in the home of the royal family. -

Silver hair, yet the face is unknown to her.

“Forgive me, but who are you?”

- The horse could still be heard running amok in the distance.

“That is YOUR horse? WHY is it inside the castle?! I do not know what kind of knight you are, but THIS is entirely unacceptable!”

It took a moment for Baela to respond, due to the shock of seeing a horse loose in the castle halls. Who would allow such a thing? After she finally regained her bearings, her shock turned into anger and a damning finger was pointed down the hall. -

- hardening slightly as she was reminded of their grim circumstances. That had to be the source of the Queen’s unease.

“Are you alright, your grace? I’ve never seen you so out of sorts.”

Baela offered a smile of her own and inclined her head in respect of her stepmother.

“I am well, your grace, and the fault is mine. I was not as aware of my surroundings as I should have been.”

Her gaze flickered from Rhaenyra to the council room’s entrance, features -

They both know good and well that it is never just a few drinks when it comes to him.

But if the duties of a King are too much for him, then perhaps he should relieve himelf of the title and return the throne he and his family stole.

" I don't recall the castle ever being this quiet. "