(Drakken's POV)
I stood atop a rocky cliff, seeing the body of the Desert God emerging from the mountains, creating tremors that shook the entire land. The growl of the Sandwyrm was guttural and deafening, enough to strike terror into the hearts of anyone who would hear it.
It was a powerful creature that was meant to be the ultimate deterrent for a nation such as Dorne. It would give them bountiful resources and a reason to worship it. But at the same time, it would be the weapon that would bring them to ruin should they oppose me.
But I doubt that it would come to that.
I had Nymeria in my arms, the girl was looking at the Sandwyrm, "What do you think?" I asked my daughter, "One day, that beast will be yours to control."
Nymeria blinked, her calm and emotionless eyes were simply staring off into the distance, "Is it a serpent?"
"It is a Wyrm." I told her, "A Draconic Beast with a Serpentine body. In a way, it is one but it is a powerful being capable of great destruction. It is the Desert God, my daughter."
"Okay." She said softly
I tucked some hair behind her ear, "Is everything okay?" I asked her, "What is the matter?"
"Nothing." she said
"So you say." I told her, "But you are not the only daughter I have. I may or may not know when something is wrong with my beauties."
"I want to be a warrior." Nymeria told me, "Like my namesake."
"Ah." I said with a slight smirk, "Is that so?"
"My name is Nymeria. I must be a warrior." She said as she looked at me, "It has to happen."
I nodded, "You are my daughter." I told her, "To yearn for battle is in your blood. If you wish to be a warrior, that is your fate. You will be just that. You will be a warrior who is feared and respected by all. I know that much."
She leaned her head on my shoulder, "Okay."
"Hm." I said, "But you're young. So that may not happen for some time. You are but a girl, Tyene's girl. For now, you must enjoy your childhood."
"I want to be like Riktor." She said softly
"I know." I said, "All of your siblings want to be like Riktor too."
"He's strong." She told me
"I know." I told her with a smile, "He is my son after all."
"Of course he'd be strong."
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(Third Person POV)
[Stepstones]
Brutus let out a deafening roar as it stood over the rubble of a wooden fort, the sight of the black wyvern was a terrifying one. There was smoke and flames everywhere as the Duskguard Knights were walking about, finishing off any of the Triarchy that remained.
It had been a tense couple of days, where there were nothing but fighting in all the islands of the Stepstones. Riktor had ordered for the purging of the island, getting rid of any Triarchy presence and any outlaw that didn't surrender to them.
For days, he had done nothing but fight and kill his enemies. He spread bloodshed all over the sands and waters, staining them red. He took control of the main bases of the Triarchy forces in the Stepstones, forcing their commander, Craghas Dahar, to retreat.
Riktor sat on a large rock, holding his greatsword in his hand as he looked up at the sky, where was covered in the smoke of the battle. He seemed to be unscathed, completely untouched by the battle.
"Hm..." He said as a Knight approached him
"My Lord." The Knight said, "We have received word from our other forces. The other islands have been completely liberated from enemy control. I am glad to announce that this is our victory."
Riktor nodded and stood up, leaning his sword on his shoulder, "Good." He said, "We take this opportunity to rest. Send word to House Martell, we want supplies and our outposts to be reinforced. We will stay in the Stepstones for a couple weeks, make sure it is fully in our control."
"Yes." the Knight nodded
"After that, we will wait on a detachment to cover for us while we go and do what we were sent to do." Riktor said as he walked past him, staring at the setting sun, "And that is conquering a nation."
"Of course." the Knight said, "Have you thought of which one you will attack?"
"Ah....." Riktor said as he rubbed his neck, "I couldn't decide. So I will have the Triarchy decide for me. Send word to their leaders, inform them of what their potential fates could be. Tell them that Lord Riktor Drakkengard is giving them an option; choose which nation to be conquered. If any of the others decide to aid them, I will crush them. It is inevitable; my conquest."
"Yes, my Lord." The Knight bowed slightly, "It will be done at once."
As the Knight left, Riktor made his way towards Brutus, who was settling down on the rubble. The Wyvern was snorting loudly as he looked at Riktor.
Riktor reached him, "My friend." He said as he sheathed his sword on his back, using his telekinesis, "We are meant for something like this; for battle."
Brutus leaned his face at Riktor, nudging him slightly as he let out a rumble. His fierce red eyes stared right at his rider, who placed his hand on his snout.
"Tell me, Brutus." Riktor told him, "Are you prepared for what's to come? For the brutal battles that we will partake? I do this for one reason and one reason only. For her. Are you ready to aid me in my mission?"
Brutus blinked slowly and let out a loud rumble, nudging Riktor again, as if he was agreeing with him.
Riktor smiled slightly, "Good." He said as he rubbed his snout, "We are destined to ride into battle together, destroying our enemies."
"That is why Father gave you to me."