We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

"Did you find out where they came from?" Rey prodded at the piles of ash left by Shadowmare's breath. "What were their objectives? Was anyone behind them?"

Septon Corlan shook his head. "Unclear. Among the clergy, only ascetics dress like this. They typically recite prayers and lack the knowledge to interpret scripture. Very few are actual scholars, like the preachers of King Jaehaerys' era."

"It sounds like they are also an indispensable part of people's lives," Rey surmised, nodding at Corlan's explanation.

"Your Grace, we have some clues," said Tigarro Dargaleon, stepping forward with a thick ledger in hand. His long hair fell over his shoulders as he approached. Rey gestured for him to continue, and Tigarro opened the book. "Based on the records at the post in Fawnhall, these heretics claimed to come from the Crownlands and were unaffiliated with any sept. Given their rhetoric, I suspect their true target was the children's dragons."

"No, Tigarro," Rey murmured, scratching Shadowmare's jaw. The black dragon rumbled in pleasure. "It might also have been my dragon or Aegon the Younger. I fear something may already be amiss in King's Landing."

"Should I send a letter to the Prince, asking him to return to secure Dragon Nest? With Vermithor and Silverwing here, no one would dare to challenge us," Tigarro suggested, his tone low and serious.

Rey shook his head. "No need. They likely can't stir up more trouble. Tom, instruct the city guard to increase patrols. Impose a temporary curfew on the Market District, the Avenue District, Saffron Square, Silk Street, and the Street of Flowers."

Tom, a smith turned captain of the Silvercloaks, bowed. A skilled craftsman of Valyrian descent, he had risen in prominence among Volantene artisans and now held a high position in Dragon's Nest guild of blacksmiths. "Yes, my prince."

Though stationed near the Dragonpit, Tom cast a wistful glance at the great dragons. The younger ones, deeper within, remained out of sight, but Shadowmare and Stormcloud prowled the area. Tom sighed inwardly, lamenting the missed chance to glimpse the magnificent adult dragons.

With his orders given, Rey finally retreated to rest. Exhausted, the boy threw himself onto the bed in his quarters in the Twin Towers, stretching his body with a satisfying crack. "With my older brothers gone, they're working me as if I were both of them combined," he groaned, sprawled on the mattress.

A knock on the door interrupted his lament. "Come in," he called.

Hoffa, dark-haired with golden eyes, entered and stood at the doorway. "Your Grace, Princess Rhaena wishes to see you."

Rey sprang upright. "Please, let her in, Hoffa."

Hoffa stepped aside, and Rhaena burst into the room, her excitement palpable. "Rey, my dragon egg is hatching!"

"What?" Rey blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

"I said, my dragon egg is hatching!" Rhaena spun joyfully around the room. "Little Viserys isn't happy, though. Of all our eggs, his is the only one still showing no signs of life."

"Your dragon egg is hatching?" Rey finally realized what was happening. "Take me to see it!"

Rhaena grabbed Rey's hand, pulling him along as she dashed out of the room. "Hurry, hurry! The children and our sisters are all waiting!" Rey couldn't help but smile. For House Targaryen, every dragon was a treasure. The hatching of a dragon egg was always a cause for celebration. While Rey had heard whispers of a time when the Targaryens saw dragon eggs hatching every month, those glorious days seemed long past, with only a few dragons remaining under their care.

The two quickly crossed the bridge connecting the Twin Towers and pushed open the doors to the greenhouse. Inside, Diana Vaelarys and Leyla Vaelarys stood with the children, as well as Aegon the Younger and Viserys. They were all gathered around an egg showing faint cracks on its surface, watching it intently.

Three small dragons were present as well. The black dragon with starry markings belonging to Rhaegor had grown significantly and now curled up tightly to avoid damaging the egg in the greenhouse. The poor thing looked pitifully at the other two young dragons as they played nearby. Samantha's peculiar dragon remained as grotesque as ever, with its tentacle-like appendages growing longer alongside its body. Though small, its teeth were razor-sharp, and its dark green eyes, nearly devoid of pupils, and scaleless head and neck made it seem more alien than ever. Yet its oversized wings still dominated its form, easily capable of covering Daenyra's white dragon beneath them. The white dragon's dorsal fins were growing larger and sturdier, seemingly replacing horns.

Rhaegor clung to the black dragon's head, focusing intently on the cracking egg. The black dragon, annoyed by the lack of attention, grumbled in protest. Strangely, its growls carried a melodic rhythm, almost like a song, pleasant to the ear.

"Mother, when will the dragon egg hatch?" Samantha asked with wide, curious eyes. Diana smiled and shook her head. "I don't know, sweetling. You should ask your cousin Aegon."

Samantha immediately turned to Aegon the Younger, tugging at his sleeve. "Cousin Aegon, when will the baby dragon break its shell?"

Aegon patted the girl's head with a smile. "I don't know either. It depends on the dragon's mood."

"It's not about mood — it's about strength!" Rhaegor chimed in, his young voice firm.

"Alright, alright. Strength it is," Aegon replied, humoring him. Just then, the doors opened, and Rey and Rhaena entered the greenhouse. Aegon let out a relieved sigh at their arrival.

"Uncle Rey, look!" Rhaegor pointed at the egg. "It's about to hatch!"

Rey examined the egg, noticing the spreading cracks. Meanwhile, Viserys sat sulking in a corner, clutching his unhatched egg tightly. Leyla approached him, gently pinching his cheek. "There, there. Look, Rhaena's egg is about to hatch. Yours will hatch soon too."

"Really?" Viserys' eyes lit up. Reassured by Leyla, the young prince eagerly joined the group watching the egg.

"It's hatching! It's hatching!" Daenyra clapped her hands excitedly.

Finally, the egg split open. A pale pink hatchling with a black horned crown cautiously emerged, its timid eyes glancing at the onlookers before it let out a cough, releasing a puff of black smoke.

Rey tilted his head, and Hoffa, standing at the doorway, signaled to the Kingsguard. A guard entered with a bronze basin filled with cooked meat, placing it in the center of the greenhouse.

Samantha's dragon and Daenyra's white dragon immediately perked up, tempted by the scent of the meat. However, Rhaegor's black dragon swatted them away with its tail, letting out a sharp cry that made the two smaller dragons retreat with reluctant grumbles.

The pale pink dragon, reassured by the black dragon's protection, tumbled out of its shell and clumsily flew toward the basin. It began tearing into the cooked meat with ravenous bites.

"Have you thought of a name for your dragon?" Rey gently nudged Rhaena with his elbow.

Rhaena pondered for a moment before replying, "I'll call it Morning. The war is ending, and Morning is coming."

Rey nodded in agreement and crouched down beside his nieces and nephews. "Have you decided on names for your dragons?"

Rhaegor, now uninterested in the newly hatched dragon, turned to embrace his black dragon's head. The small dragon, pleased to have its companion's attention back, nuzzled against Rhaegor's arm and hummed another melodic "song".

"His name is Starsong," Rhaegor declared without hesitation. It was clear the little boy had thought about it for a long time.

"Starsong — a lovely name," Diana said, pleasantly surprised as she ruffled her son's hair. "How did you come up with it?"

"Starsong has star-like markings on his body," Rhaegor patiently explained. "And his voice sounds like he's singing. It's beautiful, so I chose that name."

"And what about your sisters' dragons?" Diana asked with a smile.

"My dragon is called Candlelight," Samantha announced, glancing at her twin brother before raising her hand. "Cousin Aegon helped me name it. He said it means a spark that can grow into a great fire."

Aegon nodded in agreement. "I also named Daenyra's dragon," he said, puffing out his chest in an attempt to appear grown-up. "Aurorae — it matches its color."

While the children discussed names for their dragons...

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At The Twins

Lord Cregan Stark's Northern army of thirty thousand had finally crossed the Neck and traversed the Freys' bridge into the Riverlands.

Meanwhile, the Vale army, fully assembled under the command of Artys Royce, poured out of the Bloody Gate, surging toward the Crownlands.

"Is the war over?" Cregan Stark asked coldly, his gray eyes icy as he looked at Lady Sabitha Vypren, wife of Lord Frey.

"The war is not over," Lady Sabitha replied, "because the traitors' heads still rest upon their shoulders."

Cregan handed the letter back to Lady Sabitha without a word, his voice like frost as he said, "Then let us finish it."

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