The Golden Bastard

be fan-fiction. The idea is to explore targeryen dragon- dragon rider connection, relationship dynamics in the deeply patriachal medieval l

tory explores

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ropriate chapters. The story is not intended to be read by minor

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ad felt before. The hundger of long jurneys on dragon back. The loneliness of weeks and months spend among putrid ruins and bones. Birthing blood and flesh, laying half dead in a caves alone. The rejec

ered to the beas

from all the targeryen bastards crawling the streets of the city? If not for her dragon, would Maergor have treated her any differently? She owed her life to the beast, as all targeryens owe their life, their power, the food

ripping down her eyes, her long hair plastered. She took the helmet off, and it shined in the sunlight like pale gold. The knights halted. The rider was undeniably targeryen, and a very beautiful older woman for that matter. Dressed in the finest of armou

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Jordan. A bitter rage overcame he

tic! and spit on

escort you to the King. You could b

e got crushed by their own scared horses. Even Jordan struggled to contain his own at the sight of the enraged dragon. For the first time in his life he felt weak, powerless. His hands trembled str

NS TO SHOOT!! I know it wasn't your design. Unmount and come with me, I will hel

at each other equally h

YOU... YOU BASTARD, YOU TRAITOR!! She could hardly contain the bitter tears and rage that she felt. T

stard to be retrieved... or so the men at court say. She had been legitimised during the years of his rule... however... Maegor still d

wever it has hardly spend a day in his life within the dragon pits. The wild dragon h

ame to be knows as the Wandering Misery

shamelessly, asking for revenge after her husbands failed