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--As of right now the story has been discontinued due to lack of motivation-- "He stared at me. And I at him. We stared for what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the world fading into the background. I asked for his name, but he kept going off topic; talking about the sky, or how fast Winter is coming. Once I gave up on asking his name, I asked him why he was here." "What did he say?" Margaery leaned in closer to me wanting to know more of the golden crown boy that appeared in my dream. I still remember how real the dream felt. How his blonde hair wisp in the wind, and how glad he was to see me. How freaked out I was to see him. "He told me...," I hesitated. I was Alynna Stormborn; Targareyn Princess, sister to The Dragon and Princess Daenerys. Talking to a Tyrell felt wrong. Talking to Renly Baratheon's wife felt even stranger. This was the very Queen I would help my siblings over throw when given the signal. And yet, the reality of the dream was too severe for me not to get it off my chest. "He told me he wanted to meet the person who would save him." -- Alynna Stormborn was shipped to Westeros, as Veserys commanded, in order to infiltrate Kingslanding and attack when her orders came. But as she does her duty to her brother and people, a boy appears in her dreams. And every time he comes to her he says the strangest things. One being that Alynna was going to save him. But how can she save a boy she doesn't even know, when she can't even protect the people that she loves? *Rated Mature for language and suggestive themes*
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