Thunder rumbled over Volantis, mirroring the tension in Kaerys's heart. The city's streets, slick with rain, whispered of betrayals yet to come. Every shadow seemed to hold a secret, every ally a potential foe.
Kaerys stood on the battlements, her cloak whipping in the wind. "The time for hesitation has passed," she said, voice cold and resolute. "We strike before the enemy tears us apart."
Words Like Daggers
In the council chamber, heated words flew between lords and ladies, their faces masks of civility hiding venomous intent.
Lord Darion spat, "Your dragons make you arrogant, Queen Kaerys. Power without wisdom is a path to ruin."
Kaerys's eyes narrowed, voice steel. "Better ruin with power than oblivion without it."
Secrets Unearthed
Deep beneath the city, Jaro and Elira uncovered a hidden chamber, filled with ancient Valyrian runes glowing faintly.
Elira gasped, "This is the key to controlling the dragons — and controlling fate itself."
Jaro's grin was fierce. "Then we hold the future in our hands."
A Fractured Heart
Neron confronted Kaerys in a quiet moment, tension thick between them.
"You're changing," he said quietly. "Not all change is for the better."
Kaerys met his gaze. "I'm doing what must be done. Even if it breaks us both."
The Dragon's Wrath
Serenthis roared defiantly into the storm, her flames cutting through the night — a symbol of hope and destruction intertwined.
End of Chapter 47