Hello, peeps, the Second chapter is here!!! Rejoice mortal.
When it comes to making this fanfic, at first, I was going for Archaon for the MC, but then again, nah bro, it would be too boring. I mean sure, he's overpowered since Chaos Juice and all that artifact of his.
But anyway, enjoy the chapter
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In the snowy forest of the north, Rhaenys was chained on the hand as he was slowly being walked toward her destination, It felt like she had been walking for an eternity.
Her dragon, Meraxes, was being hauled in a big open cart. She began to wonder how the hell they had carted this big to accommodate her dragon. Do they know she would be here or something?
Many questions rang through her head that she needed some answers. Maybe This Champion of this warband could have the answer she needed, but yet again, she was just a mere prisoner.
'I swear by Valyria, these chains are too tight,' Rhaeny says as he tries to have more space in the chain.
But then she was yanked forward and fell toward the snow. With a soft thud, she landed and looked up toward the chaos knight with bright red armor; she looked forward to the knight and found no one but a lone sone figure who was sitting by a campfire.
Another knight the same as them, but this one, she felt a different kind of power coursing through him; maybe this was the knight.
His white fur cap slowly fluttered in the air with the small wind of the storm; beside him were some items that caught her eyes: a Warhammer and a shield that was planted on the ground, unmoving even in this storm that was slowly starting to fasten its pace.
Suddenly the knight spoke, one that is very clear that she can understand even through this blizzard.
"Never thought i see the day that you kind travel to the norsca...Rare just like the old world.....Elf," The knight said without even trying to meet her in the eyes.
"Listen...you are mistaken... I'm no elf or whatever that is; my name is Rhaenys Targaryen from house Targaryen, sister of Aegon Targaryen," Rhaenys stood up and said while some words sounded shaky but managed to have words out with some of her bravery.
"Hn.." He looks behind slightly peaking over his shoulder pad
(Let me tell you Harry has some fucking big shoulder pad like not even joking the shoulder pad has a fucking nose search it up)
Harald stands up from his sitting and walks slowly toward Rhaeny. His walk is slow but with purpose. He then stops in front of the girl.
The height difference was noticeable. Harald could see the person in front of him was scared. Her body wanted to tremble, but she stood defiantly.
Especially since his blood red was staring at her; if the look could kill, she would be dead by now, but there was something about those purple eyes of hers that sparked some rebellious nature.
He respects that
His armor arm raises and brushes her side hair, revealing her ears, A perfect shape of human ears, not that of an elf, which is pointy.
She took offense to this and brushed his arm off with all of her strength, yet she only managed to move it by an inch.
Seeing this, the nearby follower knight of Harald stepped forward, wanting to cut her arm off and daring to brush his lord's arm, But he was held by Harald, who only raised his arm to stop the red knight.
"You speak of truth...Come," Harald turned his back as the pelt coat of him swayed. As he turns,. He walks back to the campfire, and Rhaenys walks slowly following behind him as she cautiously looks around her.
"Say....you from what so-called house Targaryen...never heard of this house, is it from the imperial? Kislev or Bretonnia, You and your dragon could be mistaken as an elf," Harald says as he looks over at the girl with some curiosity in his voice.
"I-I don't know what those countries are? I had never heard of those before Imperial. Kislev?" Rhaenys says genuinely never heard of such a country
His hammer then landed right next to her. As it landed, it formed a small crack-like spiderweb on the ground, removing whatever snow it hit, but what intrigued Rays even as she was scared was the hammer.
The snow surrounding the hammer seems to have dissolved as the hammer itself has the aura of fire surrounding it.
"DO NOT LIE TO ME, GIRL...SPEAK BEFORE I LOSE ALL MY PATIENCE" Harald raises his voice, it sounds like a clap of thunder and the helmet enchant it further
"I speak nothing but the truth; whether you want to trust it, it is entirely on you," Rhaenys said confidently.
"Then where are you from then....'Targaryen'" The question itself challenges Rhaenys to answer it.
"I am from Westeros, ruler of the seven kingdom house Targaryen is not from some imperial or any country as you mention we stand alone," Rhaeny says with a hint of pride
"My brother and my sister brought all the kings of the seven kingdoms to kneel and serve the Targaryen as its rightful ruler" Rhaenys couldn't help but smirk a bit on the corner of her lips.
"Would you believe me....if I haven't heard such kingdom in my entire life...sound insignificant if I say so" Harald gave it in the most uninteresting voice he could do.
This word struck Rhaenys in the head. The word 'insignificant' hit her like a dragon; the most powerful kingdom to her, at least is being called insignificant?! Words cannot describe the feelings she is going through. She wanted to slap the man in front of him. If it were not for this goddam chain, she would have already done so.
Not caring if he was his captor or not, it wasn't stopping her from slapping the man and maybe even hitting him with his hammer.
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Alright, small update; I'll be back, tho there maybe some grammartical error since my grammarly is acting up. Anyway see you