The woman with white hair was the only one in the cavalry that the mustang took an instant liking to just by looking at her. There was something about her that gave Spirit a sense of undeniable comfort.

That awful man that had fired the gun had a firm grip on her arm, not like a regular fiancé would do to their beloved, and Spirit didn't like it. He had a strange feeling of protectiveness towards the young woman as all animals that laid eyes on her did. She was born with that ability and a personality to go along with it. But her most successful creature would be the beasts she had to leave at home for this accursed marriage.

Her name... well, no one knew her real name. The name she went by was Silent.

Yes, it sounded odd, but it wasn't her choice. From the silence that shrouded the girl, the soldiers thought it would be funny to call her that. Cruel people were as mean to her and other people of their species as to horses they owned and captured.

Silent might've been the beloved of the Colonel, but she was different from him as the night was from the day.

The woman took after her mother, Rhalla Targaryen, both in looks and personality in her youth. When Rhaella was young, she had long silky smooth, beautiful white hair that reached the bottom of her waist,t which she had passed on to her daughter, along with beautiful purple eyes. Her skin was fair and smooth to the touch yet easily sunburnt... also something she passed onto her heir.

Rhaella died when Silent was merely six years old; the white-haired woman was now 25, so it'd been 19 years since her mother's passing.

Silent agreed to go with the Colonel to marriage for political reasons. Not to love. But even then, he was not the cruel man he is now. The silent wound had never thought he would turn out to be that kind of person in millions of years. However, she had her suspicions when he started treating her differently during the four first four weeks of their marriage.

Silent and James may not have been in love when they married, but they better-understood marriage than other couples since they were friends.

But there was no reason for his change in demandó under their marriage. Other than maybe the weight of marrying someone had finally taken its toll.

Silent also had her mother's angelic singing voice. Well angelic vocie in general. But... quite frankly, the young woman hadn't spoken in years. She was too afraid to do so.

Nowadays, she is mute. Anything she said or did was held against her by her husband. If she didn't say anything, that was one less thing that could be held against her.

The morning that the soldiers brought in a wild mustang was the day Silent got the idea of speaking up.

Dressed in a relatively lovely blue dress,

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Little brown boots with white curls let loose with a braid that her family was known for; Silent watched from a distance as the buckskin mustang beat the crap out of the cocky blacksmith Murphy.

She couldn't help but like it. Murphy was a cold-hearted man; more than once, he had threatened to beat her with his branding iron while it was still hot.

But she didn't fear him.

It was even better to watch the mustang throw her husband's soldiers around like rag dolls and kick their butts once they got on him.

Silent had never ridden a horse before; everyone said it was 'unladylike' and her husband would have a significant fit if she tried. Indeed she would get caught if she wanted to do it at night and teach herself behind everyone's back.

She may not speak or cry any time, but that woman had every reason and right to do so.

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"the dragon's blood is mine."

first chap! I hope you guys will like it

-saph