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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Saphyr had given her the rather intriguing task of holding a bonfire. Being a Targaryen and all, one would assume that fire pleased and even excited the girl but that was not the case... no, not in the slightest. She was as frigid as the ice she made at her paws and had no love for warmth. No love at all. But she still complied and begrudgingly assembled the fire, watching with faint distaste as it crackled and licked at the evening sky. "We are supposed to tell stories so come over here if you have any fascinating ones," instructed the lioness lazily, absently drawing some water from the air using her elementals as she waited.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Malaella would ponder his words for a moment before shaking her head. Any story she had would be dull, she was sure of it, but Lucerys? Lucerys had to have something of mild intrigue up his sleeve. "What about you, brother? Have you got a story to tell me?"


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    “What story?” he mused aloud. “Should I tell you about our great-grandfather? Permafrost? He was the leader of both SunClan and ColouredClan, and he went by the name ‘Boreas Targaryen’ in Westeros. He was the first warden of the sky and the first Targaryen to restore our house after we had lost the throne to the first Baratheon.” Usurper. “Or perhaps his daughter, the High Queen Eurydice Targaryen, who went further and gave our house back its crown?” His voice lowered, “Or maybe of her daughter – our aunt – the High Queen Lorina Targaryen who lost it?” Anyone overhearing might have and would have thought that Lucerys Targaryen blamed his aunt for house Targaryen’s second fall from power but he certainly did not. He blamed Jocelyn Baratheon – an orphan taken in by the High Queen Eurydice Targaryen and raised as one of her own daughters, who later became Hand of the Queen to her adoptive sister, the High Queen Lorina Targaryen before betraying her to take the crown for herself. Oh, he knew stories.


    “Or perhaps I could tell you about my mother?” It was a safer story, one of less controversy should a member of another house happen upon them while he told the story. “We don’t share the same mother, but I know she would have received you warmly if you had met. She was a passionate woman – quick to action and quicker with her words.” Lucerys Targaryen smiled softly at the mention of his mother. “Her name was Sweetophelia Targaryen. She was the bastard daughter of the High Queen Eurydice Targaryen and the BloodClan leader Domeric – back when the two groups were still allies and both more powerful than they are today. She was born out of a political union – some of her siblings had been raised up in BloodClan and some in Westeros. She had been born in Westeros but when the High Queen Lorina Targaryen fell, she was smuggled out of Westeros. I don’t want to bore you with the details but she joined BlizzardClan and later on went on to become their vice-leader during Feliks’ leadership.” He had actually met the former BlizzardClan leader during his visit to BoneClan. “She went to BloodClan and became a third tier there, and she even stayed in BoneClan as an ambassador.” She had even persuaded the BoneClan leader to choose her preferred candidate out of a pool of three to become his successor – all for the benefit of the people she loved. Lucerys respected her dearly and he could speak of his mother for hours.


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    Overhearing the soft tones of his siblings caused Khashi to walk his way over. His attention flickered quickly from the fire to Lucerys whom seemed to be getting ready to tell some sort of story. With his curiosity gaining the best of him the dragon took a seat and listened in, tilting his head a little to one side. There were so many other Targaryen's that he did not know. But Lucerys' and Jaehaerys' mother sounded like a lovely woman. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She sounds wonderful. I wish I could have met her.
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