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Posted: Dec 23 2016, 11:48 PM
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The world's a funeral, a room of ghosts
No hint of movement, no sign of pulse
Perhaps it was not the smartest idea to meet at the ruins of the dragon pit. However it was the one place in King's Landing that was surly free of people, of a listening ear and a watchful eye. No ones little birds would think to venture towards the dome that was nothing but a eternal display of wrath and ruin. Long since had it fallen into disuse long after the death of the dragons. Even its inception was built upon death. Balerion the Black Dread with Maegor upon his back destroyed the great Sept that was there during a religious uprising.
From there after it was restructured to house dragons that would become their grave during a civil war that rocked the very fabric of House Targaryen. Dragon vs. Dragon in a claim to the throne. The death that surrounded the Dragon Pit didn't stop there, even though it was in a state of ruin. Bodies were burned when there was no time to bury the corpses, the green light back lit the fallen collapse of the done through the city.
The great doors had long since been sealed due to disuse, mal treatment and years of exposure to the elements. The Iron rusted and blackened by fire. A dangerous skeleton was all that remained, it looked like some grand leviathan beast in the distance that moved no more. Even in the shade of its twisted iron it was none the less formidable.
While its door were shut, there was more then one way into a building. This was not the first nor would it be the last time Aeranys had slipped into the dome through falling mortar and twisted bronze. If fact there was a time when he and Rhaegar would sneak away to explore the pit when they were younger. Such days had come and gone. Not it was ever still, ever silent. A place that he now only used when there was something either he or Daenerys needed to speak to one another away from the world.
The air was still heavy, wrought with ash and metal. Traits synonymous with Fire and Blood. His hand rested lightly on the silver hilt of his sword as even his light boot falls echoed for what seemed like eternity in the filtered day light. The evidence of wildfire still littered the floor in its charred remains.