This article is a bit stuck in writing, so I created a collection of short stories to practice my skills. If you are interested, you can go to the next door to support~
The following is an introduction to this article:
In the 110th year of the conquest, Queen Emma died in childbirth, and the little prince, who carried the king's unlimited expectations, was also separated from his mother's womb and died the day after.
During the day, Prince Damon mourned in silence in front of the ashes of the queen and her nephew, but at night he got drunk and had fun on the bed of a prostitute. He and his fans chanted "Crown Prince for a Day", already convinced that he was the heir to the throne.
King Viserys's affection for his brother ended, and he ordered him to return to Lady Leia in Runestone City and not to set foot in King's Landing again.
The "Prodigal Prince", who had a long-standing grudge against his wife, obeyed the king's order and rode Corakxiu to visit Runestone City late at night. Rhea Royce spoke alone to her husband, the content of which is unknown (Colakhue heard it, but apparently dragons cannot speak human words). In the days that followed, the relationship between the two men eased.
The good times did not last long, and a fierce quarrel caused the prince to run away.
Rhea was confirmed to be pregnant.
When Lady Rhea gave birth to her daughter, Daemon Targaryen was being criticized for stealing dragon eggs to accompany his mistress Messaria's unborn son.
As a result, the female lord took advantage of the situation and wrote to the king, requesting to dissolve her marriage to the prince. In embarrassment, Viserys I agreed to Runestone City's request, but required that his niece Daena must be raised by the royal family until she reaches adulthood...
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Daniela was often trapped in this dream when she was young:
The mountains and forests roar, and the flesh and blood moan;
The moon hangs in the sky, and the Milky Way pours out.
When everything is an illusion, what is reality?
Only in reality, she could really hear her scream.
A screaming butterfly, trapped in red shadows
——Until she flew out of the dream of butterflies and killed the fear that looked exactly like herself,
A bigger decision awaits her again:
Turn everything into ashes?
Or is it in the name of the Bronze King that he commands the princes?
Intention: Fly away from fear and be a braver version of yourself