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It was the early hours of the morning, as the sun not yet reached over the skies.
Rahenora stood outside on of the balconies in the Red Keep, this one looked over to Dragonstone.
"Rhaenora"
From behind her was the voice of Rhaenyra. She turned around to see her standing near the arch way, "You should be asleep" Rhaenora tells her, her eyes looking over her with a watchful glance
"As should you"
Came Rhaenyra's response. Rhaenora just smiles at her, turning back to the horizon she watches the sky once more, "My time is coming."
Rahenyras head snaps up, looking at Rhaenora shes walks over to her "What do you mean?"
And Rhaenora smiles again, grabbing Rhaenyras hand in her own she speaks
"I have lived a very long time, and I no longer have to fear what may come for our people. You, my Girl have carved in stone the future of our house. It is a bright one, our family and people will live as long as the fires of the world keep burning."
Rhaenyra just shakes her head
"I will not loose another member of my family. No"
"You will not loose me, I will always be with you"
Rhaenora lays her hand on Rhaenyras chest, "We are if the same fire and blood, and we both know death is not the end."
At this, Rhaenyra could not speak, she knew that no matter what she was to say it would not change what was to happen.
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The Black Family had been gathered in the early morning before the sun had risen, it was then Rhaenora announced
"On the morrow, I will take my leave back to DragonStone"
At her admission everyone looked at her with more attention, they all knew what this meant
"I am proud, of what my blood has become, and I want all to know beneath this very castle lays magic, our people built this very city and land with this magic, the strength of our blood, filled with the power of every person before us and after us seeps into these very cracks."
She smiles, it was a genuine one, her teeth coming into view, before she let out a wet laugh, bloody tears falling. She finally felt it, a reason to cry after all this time of not being in control "I am happy with my life, and how it will end, so should you."
Joffrey was the first to rush forward and crashed into her legs, making her fall to the ground kneeling, still laughing she hugs the boy close, Rhaena comes second, then Lucerys, Baela, and lastly, Jacerys. She kissed them all on the crowns of there heads as she embraced them tightly.
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In the nursery Rhaenora stood, she was dressed in the blood red chiton she had worn over to Kings Landing, All the bells, and jewellery were back on, each step sounding like a soft song, she went over to the cradle near the hearth, inside was the young babe Visenya.
Gently picking her up she swayed her body while just looking down, "Gevie"
Beautiful
She gently placed a kiss upon the side of her head, before placing the babe back down.
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There was no send off for Rhaenora, as she had asked for there not to be one, she simply stepped on a small boat that was guided back to DragonStone.
And so for the last time Rhaenora climbed the familiar rocky mountain side, the bells and jewellery clinking together, a smile on her face, this would be the last time she would ever see them. For she knew that as the wind gently blew through the hut, as the chimes all singed, that Balerion sat, for once death would wait, he would wait for his love.
"Rytsas ñuha prūmia"
Hello my heart
And so, in the small counsel chamber in Kingslanding as Rhaenyra sat upon the chair at the head of the table it was as if she could hear the wind chimes. Looking around her and seeing her loved ones, she let out a breath and looked at the 14 flames that lined across the table before her, then smiling as a 15th candle was lit. Shining before her with an array of colours in its flame.
In the following years of Queen Rhaenyra's reign, peace came to all the lands.
Dorne and the free cities had all come to ally with the seven kindoms, her son, Lucerys, had become Lord of the Tides, with his wife, Rhaena Targaryen. It was also during this time that dragons began to roam the lands once more, after her reign ended, she was known as Rhaenyra the realms delight and Rhaenyra the Carver of Stone, and as future Targaryens were to look back upon the family tree two names would appear, although there was no written accords of their lives, they were celebrated in their deaths. Laying centre of the families alter were those two names, Rhaenora, and Naenys.
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