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