"Wise of you. Prophecies are delusions of convenience. No one should need a dream to understand that a massive wall built with magic is meant to keep something dangerous out." Fucking prophecies, fucking Aegon the Conqueror, spinning a fairy tale to sooth his artist son's gentle heart. A father's folly despite all he'd done. "... But that's not a prophecy. It's a prayer."
And perhaps easy for a fanciful person to twist into something else. The Targaryen crest of a three-headed dragon, all their lullabies and old spells, legends of how exactly they came to have the blood of the dragon in the first place.
In High Valyrian, he says, "But two heads to a third sing. From my voice: The fires have spoken, and the price has been paid with blood magic."
Spooky, or beautiful? Daemon stands still, but Caraxes shifts, restless.
"Three is powerful number in blood magic, and the magic of Targaryen blood is very real."
What did Rhaegar see? A dream, or merely wishful thinking? If he believed the fantasies of their origin, did he want a love story? If he believed the nightmare of it, did he want destruction? Perhaps three siblings could have willed something great into being, if one alone is powerful enough to bring dragons back into the world. Or perhaps her brothers needed to die in a sacrifice to make it possible. (If he knew their names and their reasoning, he'd laugh. Three dragons, named for the three men in her life, who each died terribly. Fire and blood.)
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And perhaps easy for a fanciful person to twist into something else. The Targaryen crest of a three-headed dragon, all their lullabies and old spells, legends of how exactly they came to have the blood of the dragon in the first place.
In High Valyrian, he says, "But two heads to a third sing. From my voice: The fires have spoken, and the price has been paid with blood magic."
Spooky, or beautiful? Daemon stands still, but Caraxes shifts, restless.
"Three is powerful number in blood magic, and the magic of Targaryen blood is very real."
What did Rhaegar see? A dream, or merely wishful thinking? If he believed the fantasies of their origin, did he want a love story? If he believed the nightmare of it, did he want destruction? Perhaps three siblings could have willed something great into being, if one alone is powerful enough to bring dragons back into the world. Or perhaps her brothers needed to die in a sacrifice to make it possible. (If he knew their names and their reasoning, he'd laugh. Three dragons, named for the three men in her life, who each died terribly. Fire and blood.)
"Join 'her'?"
The Lady of Winterfell?