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THE HOUSE OF THE DRAGONS
prologue ─── ❛ split between

FIRE AND SNOW ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 
𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ house of the dragons ❫. 𓄹
╭ ‧₊˚⊹    你好，欢迎光临           
╰ ✦ Visenya Velaryon╭ ᘒ ✦

As the dark clouds gathered ominously in the sky, a distant rumble echoed through the air, heralding the arrival of the impending storm.

The wind began to howl, whipping through the trees with a fierce determination, sending leaves swirling in a chaotic dance.

Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the horizon with its jagged brilliance, followed by the deep growl of thunder that seemed to shake the very ground beneath their feet.

Raindrops, at first hesitant, soon turned into a torrential downpour, drenching everything in a relentless cascade. Nature's fury was unleashed, painting a vivid picture of raw power and untamed beauty in the midst of the storm.

As the storm waged on, Rhaenyra Targaryen cried out in agony, holding onto her bed as she lowered her head.

The midwives all crowded around her, whispering words of encouragement to the princess.

It was her first child, and Rhaenyra couldn't help but fear for her fate. Her mother had died in childbirth, and she did not want to share the same fate.

She had heard stories from her old friend, Alicent Hightower, how her childbirth was easy.

But Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel envy towards her old friend. She was laid in a pool of her own sweat and blood, pushing with all the strength she had in her.

"You're almost there, princess." One of the midwives encouraged, holding Rhaenyra's arm. "Push."

Rhaenyra heavily breathed in, before letting out a cry. Her cries mixed with the heavy rain outside, merging into one symphony.

And with one final push, a babe's mighty cries could be heard through the Red Keep. Rhaenyra let out a relieved sigh, squeezing her eyes shut as a midwife wrapped her babe up.

And that stormy night, Visenya Velaryon was born.