true dragon of valiria

Kaerys paced the dimly lit chamber, the weight of unseen enemies pressing down like a suffocating cloak. The puppet master's identity remained elusive, their plans unfolding in whispered secrets and subtle moves.

"Who among us plays the darkest game?" she asked her closest advisors.

Jaro's voice was grim. "Someone with eyes everywhere — and no loyalty but to chaos."

The Targaron Threat

News arrived that the Targaron heir was rallying new forces beyond the Ashen Hills, his banners a stark warning in the twilight.

Kaerys clenched her fists. "If he gains strength, all will be lost."

Neron placed a steady hand on her shoulder. "Then we strike first — before the shadows grow."

The Dragon's Pact

Serenthis landed beside Kaerys, smoke curling from her nostrils. The dragon's presence was a reminder — power came not just from fire, but from bonds forged in trust and respect.

Kaerys whispered, "Together, we will reclaim our future."

A Fractured Court

Within Volantis, fractures deepened. Loyalties shifted like sand, and every smile masked a dagger.

The First Move

Under the cover of night, Kaerys sent spies into enemy camps — the game had begun anew.

End of Chapter 50