In the early 1800s there was a kingdom called Praaven. Peasents, knights and nobles would have their homes in this glorious land until a war would come and break all known rules. Our story takes place just right before this, and you will meet the nobles of House Pyremont who was just about to settle down in their new resident.

Lord Pettyr Pyremont and his Lady Marie Helene Pyremont of the House had been long lost love birds until Pettyr came back from his duties in the Kingdom and courted young Marie Helene at her childhood home. They would leave shortly after that and move into Praaven, which is the most important city in the region and a vital trading post on the edge of the kingdom. The city is split into five roughly defined districts, along with the Cathedral Quarter and the Castle. (Quote: Praaven Thread)

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"Let me get you some light, Arryn." She said and lit the fireplace. At least his cold body should have some warm. There would go years before she would ever return to this haunted room.

Years passed and within the first summer, Lady Elmegaard gave birth to a healthy infant girl. Though this was not the wish of the King, she would just have to bring him a baby boy in order to ensure the heir of Praaven Kingdom.

King Tyrion had a haircut..

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Castle Keep was covered in thick layers of snow and an odd feeling had surrounded the Kingdom. Everyone was talking about the war - Was it only rumors or had the King really given up on his duties? Was the war near?
Princess Lysa visited her new friend more and more often. She had discovered he was once a merchants child, who by accident was locked up in the room as it was only for statues, that there was no place for in the castle. Here he had starved to death with no company than the sad faces of carved stone. No one had heard him cry, not even the knocks on the door.
"I want to show you something." Pickle announced. He was more than happy for her company, as he could not leave the room that bounded him with the statues of marble. All objects and stone people disappeared for a moment, as Lysa started to feel weightless.
"What is this?" She asked. He lifted from the ground and took her with him. "It's almost like flying. I have been practicing on lifting objects ever since I met you." He smiled with a transparent grin and lift her from the ground. They swirled in the air for a while, and then Pickle became serious. He called himself that, as he had long forgotten his real name. "Lysa.. I want to join the light." He said. "Can you help me?" She did not want to loose her dear friend, but knew once she was married and moved away, he would be in this room for maybe even more decades. "I'm sick of being hidden away," Evelyn told her king and lover. Tyrion looked at her softly and replied, "My love. I will not hide you any longer. You will be at my side for all times to come." He said wrapped up in her seduction.

Evelyn had taken the Queens chair for the meeting with the children. The Queen was out visiting her old mother, while King Tyrion sat in his own thoughts and let Evelyn talk. The children stood in a corner, not knowing how to react. "Isn't this nice, children?" She asked and was already getting used to the soft pillows.
Elmegaard had come home after visiting her ill, old mother. There was not much time left. She had asked how her royal marriage went, and she had told her that everything was in perfect order. But that was just a lie to try and please an old lady. Elmegaard had begged the King to visit her chambers, and one night he would come. She held him tight "Do you still love me? Why can't you make her go away?!" She cried and could not hide her feelings for her housebound. He said nothing and just stood there "I do not love you any longer. But you are the Queen, and you will do your royal duties." He said with no remorse in his voice. Evelyn had caught him in her magic, and he was so wrapped up in it that he could not think rationally. "I thank you for the heir, and I thank you for taking care of my royal duties. But that is no longer needed, I have decided to go back to my royal assignments." He said and left the queen in tears. A week after, young princess Lysa had grown to be a teen, and she was wearing her royal green dress and small crown as a symbol of her status. Lysa had spent much time in the haunted room, and had become close friends with little Pickle. "Wauw! You're all grown up, Lysa." Pickle sad in a happy voice. She enjoyed his company more than anything, so when he said his next sentences she froze. "Lysa.. I need you to take my remains and help me see the light." He looked at her, also in sorrow. He was too fond of her, but years would pass and someday he would still be trapped in this godforsaken room. She sobbed, but knew what was the right thing to do.
He swift his hand, and suddenly an old table came to sight. On it was a box made of old wood. "I've kept it here for so long." He said for himself, Princess Lysa just nodding.
She took the box and promised him, that when the time was right she would bury the remains. "Lysa.. When you take this box, and you will, I will no longer be visible in this room. But I will stay with you, you hear me?" He said in an odd voice that lingered years to come in the haunted room. "I will miss you, Pickle."

Yes, things were about to change at the Old Castle. None could be sure of their position, and soon enough everyone would have to adapt..

The King had come to the conclusion, that war would indeed come to Praaven. He had no choice but do what a King had to do. Even if that meant marrying his daughter away to get a trusted ally.

he King was deeply in love with his Evelyn. But he knew, she wanted to be more than just a lover.
"My sweet King.. I will leave you, if I am not to be queen." She looked straight at his eyes, and he collapsed. How could she be queen? There was already a queen.
He held her tight. He did not want her to go back to Westerling nor wanted he to divorce his queen. If there was anything he cared about, it was honor as the outside world would see it. And no honorable man would divorce his wife of 18 years. Everyone gathered together for dinner knowing that soon enough the day for little Lysa would come, where she would marry the Lord of Eglade. She had not met him yet, but it was common that a couple did not meet until their wedding day. "I will try and talk to the Queen." Evelyn told her King. She already knew the answer, but foolish as the King was, he thought it made sense. A good dialogue, if you will, could clear most things up. Ann sat by the table in the middle of the night. She had been cleaning the entire first floor in the castle, and was dead tired. She took a cup of gingerbeer before she went to bed. The queen had given birth to a young princess, Beatrice, and still had some fat left from the childbirth. "What are you doing here?" Elmegaard asked the unwelcomed betraying affair her housebound was having. "Listen, you old witch. I will not let anything get in the way of me wearing the god damn crown. Watch out." Evelyn told her rival and looked at her with hatred. "You might have my housebound's heart, but you cannot change the fact that I am the Queen!" Yelled Elmegaard just as furiously.
"Ann.. We have to change plans. She is not giving up. This is her own fault. Do you understand?" Evelyn asked her betrothed servant. Even though old Ann had been taking care of the royal castle for so long, she would not stand in the way of her own kin.
"It will happen tonight, My Lady." Ann said and shortly after that, she left the room. Queen Elmegaard was filled with bad confidence, and her King had not visited her chambers for many months. She felt bad on the inside and was now having trouble faking a smile to the world.

The only thing that made her happy now, was the love of a child. Her newest child, Princess Beatrice. Queen Elmegaard was not well due to her recent discussion with Evelyn and her sorrow of being a betrayed wife. She lied in her bed and was feeling ill. "Mother, I am right here. Are you awake?" Her loving daughter asked. Elmegaard was barely awake, but listened to her daughters voice. "I heard her, mother. I heard what she said to you." Lysa held her mothers hand and softly stroke it. She loved her mother to no end, but they both knew how dangerous Evelyn was. "Don't mind that, My Child. You should be looking forward to your upcoming wedding with Lord Harris of Eglade. I heard many good things about him." Today was also Lysa's weddingday, and she would not have her daughter feeling bad on an already tense day. "Will you be there tonight? I need you." Said Lysa and the queen nodded. "I just need some rest, dear." Lord Harris of Eglade finally arrived and the wedding could start. Due to war affairs, the King had not much money to spend on having a big celebration part for his oldest daughter. They would marry with the King as witness and even Elmegaard was at the event. "I here by sentence you man and wife." The King applaused knowing he now had a strong ally to march with him into war. "I thank you, My King. She is beautiful, just like you promised." Lord Harris said and held his bride. The new lord did not seem like a monster, so at least that was positive. Lysa did not like the thought having to move to Eglade and leave her mother behind with that monster who called himself King. "I will miss you, mother!" She cried as they went for a garden walk. Soon they would both leave, as Lord Harris had war documents to sign and advisers to meet. After the wedding the Praaven Kingdom and Eglade would gather together south and defend Praaven. "And I will miss you too, dear child." Elmegaard held her only friend on the castle and wished the best for her to happen. "There is just one more thing, I need to do before I leave." She said and went out to the forest with a discret guard to watch over her. "Thank you for this proposal. I will arrange the soldiers to march south tomorrow already." The Lord said and the King would shake his son-in law's hand. The sun was going down, and Lysa had to hurry. Soon she would leave as newly wed with her housebound, but she had to help Pickle before leaving. he land was covered in pink from the light above. She had arrived at her destination. A quiet gathering of trees in a quiet land."You will rest well here, Pickle." She giggled and missed her dear friend very much. She took out his remains and placed them at the forest ground. "Pickle! How did you appear?" She opened her eyes, and there he was. "Lysa.. Thank you. I can already see the light." He said with a distant voice. He was passing over. She cried and hugged him. "I will say hi to your mother from you." He said and vanished into the air. Say hi to her mother? What did he mean by that? Ann had captured the Queen in her own chambers. Ann would have a key for every room and had locked the doors. "I have to do this." Ann said and the Queen yelled in despair! What was going on? What about her children?! "Scream all you want! I told the guards to go take a break, and when they will be back, I will be long gone My Queen. Now sleep in eternity." She whispered as the Queen gasped for air. Ann left quickly when the Queen stopped breathing. She knew, that the guards would tell on her and she would not be safe. Westerling was much better. Later that night, The King arrived at his Queens chambers. Not to spend the night, but to listen and see how the talk with Evelyn went. Evelyn had not said much, and the King wanted to see how his wife was doing. But it was already too late. She lied on the floor lifeless and cold. It must have been hours since she passed away. "Elmegaard!!" He yelled in despair, desperately wanting his wife back to life. She did not deserve this! He checked her pulse again, but nothing. She was not going to wake up. He cried and held her for hours, before another maid arrived and made him leave. The next day he was to say his goodbyes to the Queen. She lied in an open coffin for some time. "Elmegaard.. I never wanted this. What have I become?" He said and was fed up with guilt. They never got to talk about the events before she passed away. There was so much to say, and nothing to be done.

To celebrate that Crownprince Florian had come of age, the Castle had a marvelous Masquerade Ball for nobles in Praaven. Everyone came in masks and had a jolly evening. The good thing about this sort of ball, was that no one could see behind the masks. Everything was allowed.



The King had felt so alone ever since Elmegaard passed away. Evelyn had already taken her throne, and he could not bring his Queen back from the dead. He did not enjoy the party as much as Evelyn, who danced with one and everyone it seemed.




Then she spotted a man with a long Crow mask. He looked so familiar, even though she could not see his face. Who was he? He went upstairs, and she followed leaving the King with the rest of the party.



"I've missed you so much." He said, lift her up and kissed her deeply. Evenlyn let him kiss her. She missed the touch of him as well. How many years had it been since she saw him the last time? What would one kiss do?



She cried in her arms feeling both joy and sorrow. This was her supposed to be housebound, and she missed him so dearly. "Let's spend the night together, My Love. Before we say farewell once again." He held her and they went to the Guestroom.



Even though she was not supposed to, the memories of her lost love made her spend the night with him. Who would ever find out?

The prince did not care much for the party. He picked up his little-sister whom he loved more than anything in this world. Ever since Queen Elmegaard died, and no murder had been found, the only one he had left to trust in this castle was the little princess.



Knowing how dangerous greed, love and lust could ruin a family and a Kingdom, the prince whispered in his little-sister's ear: "I will never let anything harm you. Don't you ever worry."

The prince took a large sip of a drink, before he went downstairs to his party.

When he came down the stairs, he saw a ghost of his belated grandmother. His father's mother. He observed them. It was not often the Castle's ghosts would come out at night, there must have been a reason. He stood still and listened.

"Mother!" The King saw her for the first time since she died of old age, and held her. It had been many years and there was so much he wanted to share with his mother. Could it really be her? He shrugged and she greeted him with a hug.

"My dear son. I know you are going through hard times, but I have come to warn you. Stay away from Evelyn." She said in a humble voice that lingered for days to come in the castle hall.

"Stay away from her? Why, Mother?" He asked, but it was already too late. "I have to go." She said. His mother was fading away and once again the King was left on his own.

"King! I must warn you. You will regret the decision I know you are going to make." Ann said just as she was about to leave for Westerling. The King got furious. What decision? Was she talking about his war duties or his mistress, Evelyn? "Go away, old woman." He just said, not really caring much about the maid who they have had for years. "I warned you." She said and left Praaven for good.

Evelyn had invited her King on a royal dinner at the new fine restaurant who just opened outside Praaven. It was quite expensive, and only noblemen and women could afford such a meal here with golden platters and foreign wine.

She was late. King Tyrion waited for her arrival.

"My sweet King." She said and took a chair to sit down. She had great news.

"I have become with child. But as you can understand, I cannot give birth to a bastard. I would have to leave the castle My King! Do you want that for your unborn child?" Evelyn had trapped him. She knew he loved her too much to send her away with a bastard baby.

The King had just lost his belated wife, Queen Elmegaard. He had no choice but agree to take Evelyn to court.

He stood by the windows in the restaurant and had now taken a decision. They would marry the day after. No time to waste, the court must not think that she had become with child before a marriage had been done. He would loose all his credibility.

The King had invited all their family, friends and even some peasants to join in on the wedding. He was to marry his long time mistress, Evelyn. An odd thing was, that Evelyn's parents had declined the invitation and had not come. They excused it by war affairs, who had taken over Westerling.


And it was done. Evelyn and Tyrion had exchanged rings, she was pregnant and there was no going back now.

The children of Queen Elmegaard and Tyrion stood by in silence as they watched it happen. What have had become of their father? Taking a new wife only months after Elmegaard's death? Especially Prince Florian had his worries. His father so in love with the blonde witch, that he had not taken care of his royal duties for long.

Little princess Beatrice was also confused. Was this supposed to be her new mother?

She would now wear a crown even bigger and more beautiful than the old Queen. She was truly a royal now, she thought as her housebound held her hand in court.


Evelyn would sneak around the castle in order to make sure, that no maids or servants would speak badly of her new position. Everyone was on their toes.


Prince Florian had spend most of his night studying the war affairs, and things were even worse than it seemed. The enemies were only a hundred miles of the Kingdom, the spy had told him. His father was not capable of going to war, but would Florian be able to?

The gentle boy decided to leave the Castle for a while, figuring out his plans. The army would always stand ready, but if his father would not support him, he needed the trust of the people.


Just in the horizon Florian saw the docks. He had not been out of the city too often, and though he was during his father's duties, he was also excited to see more of the enormous Kingdom.


The snow had almost melted in the Fisherman's garden, and Florian asked: "Would you be willing to support the King if war would come? I need all forces I can find." The fisherman nodded. Yes, he would be willing. Afte all the prince himself had asked.

Florian was lucky this time. But he soon realized that asking every citizen in the huge kingdom would take too long. He needed to figure out something else! But how? He sobbed loudly.



Florian ran and ran through the forest, past the lakes and until night would come. He had heard rumors of an old man telling stories about a kin, that was not known to anybody but him. If the stories were true, would Florian be able to convince such people?


Florian arrived at the Inn. He had not seen any old man looking suspicious, so he would just have to be patient and wait for more people to arrive at the Inn. It was only 20.00 pm, so there was still time.



It can't be long now.. He thought and took another sip of his drink waiting for the old man with the myths. The Old Man of the Sea, they called him.

Florian waited for another hour or two. Finally the old man would arrive, and Florian would ask him to join him. "Mighty prince himself.. What's the honor, aye?" The Old man, who clearly had years of experience with sailing, sat down by the fancy table at the Inn. "I've heard stories." Prince Florian told him with not a single face expression.

"Aye, you must mean the Horsepeople." He laughed a bit. The Old man seemed to enjoy sharing his adventures with strangers and everyone he could. "Young boy.. It is far from here. What do you need to know?" He asked.

Florian was a bit confused. Horsepeople? It just sounded like regular knights on horses, but oh well, he could use that help too.

"Listen, Old man. I've been waiting for someone like you to show up and help me guard the Kingdom! Do you want war?!" He raised his voice at the stranger.

They went inside for a drink. The Old Man, named Evan, was suddenly aware of the seriousness of the situation. So the war rumors were true, he thought. "Listen, lad. I'll help ya. You need to go to the highest point of the mountain. Here you will find what you are looking for. Make sure to do it at dawn." He said and was distracted by a woman entering the Inn.


Ah, yes.. Everyone was not so quiet in Praaven any longer. Florian would spend the night at the Inn and wait for Dawn to come.
Some hours later at dawn

Florain was lucky. The Inn was on a high mountain top, and its peek was not too far from here. If he would meet a so called Horsepeople, that would be here. A pale stranger carefully catch up to him. She was not afraid, but Florian could not believe his eyes.. Was that a.. Horse? A Human? What was this creature?

She would stare at him for quite some time, and just like you should be afraid to scare a deer, he would not say a word while she studied the Odd looking visitor.

"My name is Prince Florian. I've come to ask for your help." He looked her in the eyes and tried his hardest not to acknowledge the fact, that she was half horse half woman. He explained the situation to her, and she listened.

"Aren't you an odd looking creatue," She said and continued, "I am not the leader of my clan. But I will take you to her." She said and felt sorry for the tiny human.

Florian and his companion would walk and ride that morning until they arrived at a quiet location surrounded by trees. Was this their homestead?

"Our leader and her daughter will come anytime now. You need to tell them the exact thing, you told me. Then, I'm sure they will listen." She patted him on the head. What a strange little creature he was.

The Leader (To the right) and her daughter (To the left) arrived outside the counsel house. "Let's go in and discuss this matter!" Ary, the leader, said.

"Are there any more of your kin trying to come and imprison us?!" Ary yelled at the little Prince. She did not trust humans, and he was one of these she could tell for sure. "No, not at all! I am here to ask for your help. War is close, and it will affect us all if we don't do something about it!" Florian spoke like a real King now.

"You speak well for your case, little man. We are only women here. Your kin killed all of our men not too long ago. We are not many." Horsepeople could age up to a hundred, so maybe that was why these few was still alive.

"That's all right. I need all the help I can get." Even though there was only few of them left, Florian had heard what enormous strength and power these creatures possessed.

"We will fight for your, Brave little human. And for our kin." The daughter of Ary spoke to the Prince.


The three Horsepeople would gather and ride to war at the next sunrise. But Florian knew, that he needed more than the strength of just these remarkable creatures.

Prince Florian had spent the last two years on convincing all townsmen to fight for him. It was hard, though, because people were tired and ever since trades was stopped due to war they were all living a hungry life.

It was the way the South could attack Praaven - By stopping their food supplies and just wait. Florian was mad. He could not let the people suffer like this!

Meanwhile the Royal family had grown with the second Queen Evelyn's and King Tyrion's child. He was now a toddler, and one day he would grew up as the result of a King's fall. Young Princess Beatrice had grown to be a teenager and would soon be an important picture in the puzzle of getting allies.

Florian spend most of his time visiting the garden, when he was not out joining forces. It seemed like they would loose their battle, if no food was coming to Praaven there was not much the people could do. They would not even be able to fight.

His father, King Tyrion, was not much help. He still only had Evelyn in his mind and could not be justified as a good King. It was all on Florian now.

Suddenly! A Stranger appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the Vault. What was this?! He thought. "Who are you?!" He called the stranger.



"I've come for you, Prince." She said her eyes all white. She was not human. She was pale, had white hair and a voice of an undead. "I know you want to save Praaven from devastation. But how can you really save a people you love, if you do not know yourself?" Her voice lingered in his head. Who was this woman?


They sat down. Florian felt something inside he had never felt before. A dizzy uncomfortable feeling. Ever since young adulthood he had spend all time for the people, and had no idea who he truly was himself. Maybe this woman had a point? But how could that help Praaven?



"I know you are looking for Him, Prince. But the road ahead is only dangerous and full of death. Are you willing to sacrifice everything you know and love?" She stood up. "Yes I am. But looking for who? What do you mean?" Florian had cries in his voice. She touched something. It was almost unreal.

"You will only find the Dragon, when you find yourself!" Her voice was loud and clear as crystal glass. After she cried out her words she vanished again just like when she arrived. She was gone.

Prince Florian stood up from the bench. What was he going to do? Was this faiths way of telling him something? Sure was a confusing experience. Florian had to act. But how? She said dragon, was he supposed to hunt for something that had been extinguished for decades? There were no more dragons left in Praaven, he thought.

Welcome to Chapter 23

Florian spend a lot of time in the Royal Library to see if he could gather any knowledge of the Quest he had ahead. But all tales of Dragons and unusual creatures seemed to be just a myth. But then he remembered his encounter with the brave centaurs.


Florian had gathered his two best Knights. One of them used to be a commoner (Allistair, to the right), until Florian had seen him fight! The other one, Braavos (To the left) was the best knight in the entire Kingdom. To help him on his journey he had put his trust in these two.

"I will leave Praaven for foreign lands." The Prince said. His followers listened to his words. "We are close to starvation. I do not want our people killed by this god forsaken war! Are you with me? Will you join me on the quest of the Dragon?" He looked at his friends. There. He said it. Now they knew exactly what he was looking for. A Dragon.

"A Dragon?! Are you mad? Those haven't even existed for centuries, My Prince!" Braavos tightened his fist. Though he loved his prince, how could this possible save Praaven? To go hunt for something that had been dead for eternities?


"I only ask for your assistance on the Quest. None of you will fight the beast. I... I just know this is the only hope we have left for our beloved Kingdom." The King looked with his darn blue eyes so pure of honor that no man could possible dis guard them. "All right. We will follow. But this is madness, you know." Allistair said.

But as the good Prince he was they decided to follow. They would ride for days until they reached the border of Praaven and the Unknown land. Here they would put up their tents, tie their horses and light the fireplace.

"I knew I could trust you. I promise you, I will fight for every mean possible to find that beast." The Prince said while his followers listened carefully. They admired his bravery, though his quest was uncompleted yet.

Allistair had a grey horse, Thunder. The horse had been given to him by The King himself for fighting for Praaven when the South tried to invade. There were strong and brave men in Praaven, but none of them would be able to defeat the South with an army of thousand men.




When night came the three warriors would sit down by the fireplace and have a common meal. They were all worried for their families, children and beloved Kingdom.


Florian sat alone for a while. He looked back on Praaven only divided by the Unknown Land with a wide lake. He longed for his home, and often thought of his sister, Princess Beatrice. Would she be safe now that he had left?





Florian felt asleep in the tent that night, worrying for his ever ongoing trouble. But he had a dream that night.

He found himself in his dream in front of a massive skeleton. It was wider than anything he had ever seen. Was this.. Was this a dragon skeleton?



"Evening, Prince. Have you done any soulsearching yet?" The lady in front of him. That was the same woman from the other time in the Vault. "What is this? Is this supposed to be a joke? This dragon's dead. Tell me what to do!" He pleaded in his dream. But she said nothing.

It was almost like she kept dragging him into this madness of old mythical creatures from long lost times, without even giving him any hints.

"I thought so. Prince, if you want to save the country you cannot waste precious time. Tomorrow go down to the Witches circle. Here you will find something to help you in your search. Sleep tight, Prince. I will leave you now and do not forget what this is really about." Her undead voice lingered long time after that in Florian's head.

Soul searching? Witches Circle? What was it really all about? He kept being more and more confused, but some people say you have to hit rock bottom before you can finally see the light.

Florian, Braavos and Allistair had reached the Witches Circle. Nothing stood out, it seemed, expect from the rocks forming the circle.


"Hey, Prince.. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of clue here for our quest? Where is it? All I see is rocks and seawater." Braavos told his King.

Florian got off the horse and took it to the middle of the circle. He felt something nearby, but was not able to describe exactly what he thought it was.



"Prince, I'm not too confident about this. There is nothing here. Can't we just ride back?" Allistair (To the left) might be brave enough to fight, but he did not like the unknown. And this was a quest of a dragon. Things could be more than scary.

Florian curled up in an inhuman way and looked almost possessed. "They are at our base. We must go back!" He flattened out again and breathed heavily. "Who is at our camp, Prince?", "Southern men." He answered. He had just seen them in a vision.

Three southern warriors was waiting for them. They were on a duty to kill of the Future King and his men, but it would be an equal fight of strength and mind.

"You shall not have my PEOPLE!" The Prince yelled stronger than ever. He suddenly realized something. What he was fighting for. What he knew now, that in order to be strong for the people he to be strong for himself first.

"Kill them, men!" Florian called his two followers and they would end the lives of the southern knights.

"Not a good day to duel a commoner!" Allistair told the blonde man and finished him.


"They're dead, My Prince." Allistair looked at Florian. "Let's throw them in the sea!" He yelled excitedly. "No. We must show the south that we are men of honor. And all men shall be buried - Enemies or not." The Prince told them.


"Aye.. Shall You lie here forever. Your debt has been payed with your lives. Rest and let the Gods watch over your forsaken souls." Florian said and knelt for a while. These men probably also had wives and children at home, but this was war.

"I think I'm ready now, Braavos." The King said to his friend.
"Ready, My Prince? Ready for what?" He asked looking confused. "I'm ready to meet the dragon, friend. And you shall not come with me. I need you to stay here and guard the borders."

Braavos was not all hooked on the plan. But he had now learned that the Prince was wise, and so must his decision be.


The Prince rode at dawn and somehow his heart was telling him where to go.

"Well, well.. I thought you might show up at some point. This will be our last encounter, you know?" The Dragon Lady, as Prince Florian had decided to call her since she was not giving him a name. "You. I now know who I am. I am Prince Florian, Son of Tyrion II, and I will not wait any longer. My strength is demanding you to let me see the beast!"

"Finally. You are no longer a boy. Go to the door and find what you are searching for." She said.


He touched the ancient door of and it would open for him. His loyal horse stood by.


"Accept your faith, Young King. This is it." The Dragon Lady said and this would be the last words she ever spoke to him.


"ROAAR!" A sound so dark that it could only be it. A giant dragon from lost times stood in front of him. What was this!?


"So, you finally came for me." The Dragon could talk. But only in odd words that somehow made sense to Florian. "We are one, you know. I am your strength." The dragon's voice filled him. He felt complete. Ever sicne his mother died and even before that he had always felt like some part of him was missing. "I shall go with you to war." The Dragon said.