Targyren Heir

is a generic feature for the Targaryens since we a

my body being this weak. The only conclusion that they co

le since my mother

is time for y

golden tray that contained a cup. For some reas

ter Ima

t smile appeared on my vi

t speaking, she usually does not he

s after all one of the only things I can

e to even hold her plate properly. My palm gripped her

hing wron

ing her lips. Before long, tears ran dow

ssed her hair lightly, it confused me why such a cheerful girl was

y. I am here." I patted her back continuously

ally, the young girl raised her head, a little

e me f-for this

ot matter much, this was nothing com

d her hair that was stuck on her forehead

Why were y

body trembled. I put a finger on my ch

nce Ae

hat little shit do something? Since it was somet

what abo

dress tight, almost kneeling below my fee

t-to stop m

ick almost as if she

ust beli

her. Was this a feat specifically to anger me? I did no

head and picked her up in my

e you, Dy

ng he does will be ignored? Does Stepmother think, I will

p!!" Dyana held me tightly. I look

ened. I could tell she was shaken up because

e upon me... or you." She nodde

y face contorted. Outside of my room,

aster, activating my fight-and-flight s

HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE! THE BLOOD OF THE DRAGON! A REAL TA

het

to the Iron Throne and

rity is laughed upon... why? Because most of

nearby frowned and shielded entry.

me en

did not mov

has forbid

ed from my mouth

s authority higher

hey knelt instantly. The

, my prince, we failed to re

om head to toe without the famous Targaryen black or red, covered in snot... along with my hai

eel my body on the verge of collapsing. Sweat ran dow

rgot to take

s bloodshot.... if I was to die, I

s bed. I clutched the dagger hidden around my waist

elf panting on the ground, my palm around th

life. I wanted to ride a dragon, sing and dance, explore the world, burn cities to

I WANT TO LIVE.... but all to naught. The voice in my hea