—-INTO THE SERPENT'S CRADLE —-

HOUSE OF
THE DRAGON
(Addam Velaryon x OC)

▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Where dragons rule the skies,
one shall rule the ground with slithering beasts

SUMMARY
———-

  || ANNARA DARKLYN, DAUGHTER OF THE LORD GUNTHOR—LADY OF THE SHADOWED HALLS OF DUSKENDALE. Where the flicker of ethereal beauty and charm combined as one—the apple of her father's eye. From the very moment of her birth, she was hailed as a wondrous blessing bestowed upon the esteemed lord, who had long yearned for a daughter to bring honor and distinction to their ancient house. And oh, how she did make him proud, at every turn and in every delicate detail of her being.

WHILST THE SUN DANCED OVER THE TOWERING SPIKES, ALONG THE COBBLESTONE PATHS—young Annara's days were enveloped in the careful art of refinement, learning the intricate dance of propriety and grace befitting a lady of her esteemed lineage. She learned the flourish of a courtly bow, the art of conversation as polished as silver, and the grace to glide across a ballroom as though upon the clouds themselves. Such was the measure of her days, steeped in elegance and refinement.

HER EVERY STEP GUIDED BY THE WISE HAND OF HER TUTORS; her every word weighted with the wisdom of ages past. To one day marry into lords of kinglanding or perhaps a Targaryen. Never once did she betray interest in holding a sword or even fighting for that matter. Annara felt she was more for the sidelines—allowing others to fight for her. Yet, For beneath the facade of a demure maiden, there lurked a fascination—a peculiar yearning that set her apart from her peers.

   WHEN THE MOON ASCENDED THE VELVETED SKIES, CASTING ITS SILVERLY GLOW OVER THE LAND— With a whisper of silk and a glint of curiosity in her eyes, she would steal away to the gardens where the moonlit roses bloomed—there to commune with the sinuous denizens of the earth. There her fascination not for the gilded trinkets or courtly dances—But for the serpentine creatures that slithered.

So whilst the world outside slumbered, Annara would weave the tales of her day to her pets, her words a symphony of longing and understanding that bound her soul to theirs in an unspoken pact. Humming a lullaby that soothed the snakes. Amping many of the travels, the girl had come across a book on the ancient snakes and their characteristics. And ever since, learned each breed quickly; understanding the usage of venom and how to milk her snakes for it.

BUT OT WAS NOT MERELY IN WORDS THAT THEIR COMMUNICATION THRIVED.  Annara had learned the subtle art of clicks, a series of repeated bursts that held a strange power over the serpents. When she clicked in a certain pattern, the serpents would respond with an instinctual precision, their bodies tensing in readiness for whatever command she would impart.

Oh fate, that fickle weaver of destinies, had far grander designs in store for the daughter of House Darklyn. As the kingdoms trembled on the cusp of chaos and the greens clashed against the blacks in a vicious symphony of war and betrayal, Annara Darklyn found herself caught in the throes of a tumultuous era—her heart torn between the love of beasts and the tumult of a man, her destiny intertwined with that of a bastard from house Velaryon.

And thus, loyalty will be tested, alliances forged and broken, and the true essence of courage would be unveiled in the face of insurmountable odds.

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

Born of the salt and sea

Born of the grass and water

MAIN CHARACTERS

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

ANNARA DARKLYN
The serpent whisperer

▀▀▀▀▀

———————-

' You look like your mother in some lights;
and like your ancestor Jonquil Darke'

•

Lady Annara Darklyn had a many words to describe her own; she was kind, soft hearted, there was never a mean bone in her body. She held the likeness of her ancestor Jonquil, whom fought as the Queens guard for Queen Alysanne Targaryen. The girl held an odd obsession with snakes.

♦

ADDAM VELARYON
Addam of hull
▀▀▀▀

——————————
"You look like your father, even if your hair is not silver..."

     Addam Velaryon, a gentle soul who didn't have many words to meeting new people. He was shy when faced with talking to someone. Even his father greatly scared him at times. The boy who worked off the beach and sea—spending his days collecting clams whilst his brother sailed along side their father lord Corlys. Anyone with a brain and eyes could see the boys were bastards of the lord, the great sea snake.

•

" With eyes enchanting,
I stare and hold, In myths,
my gaze turns the brave cold.
In tales old, my story's told."

_______________

➺ WARNINGS; VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING;
_____

DEPICTIONS OF BLOOD, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT, VULGAR LANGUAGE, DEATH, WAR,
_____

18+
➺ THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE

➺ This story and it's themes might be triggering to some individuals, please do not read unless comfortable with the fore mentioned

| YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED |

•

DEDICATIONS
————

siriussllyjoking

harleyQuinnfan17

⤷ MAIN DISCLAIMER ⤶

_____ Firstly,
IM SAYING THIS ONCE, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HOTD SEASON 2, THEN DO NOT EEAS THIS STORY!!

_____ Secondly,
do not be judging my story or
any of my other war or medieval era stories,
these are favs to write about so deal
with it. ———

| If judging of my characters or the story continues, I will not hesitate to block said reader & potentially report them |

| If you have a problem with the way I write or present things, or places things, then leave... I have no time for careless remarks & I will remove the comment. However, if it is just pointing something out that I had missed, then that is totally fine. |

____ Fourthly,
This is FICTION ____

| HISTORICAL FICTION : is defined as movies and novels in which a story is made up but is set in the past and sometimes borrows true characteristics of the time period in which it is set. A novel that makes up a story about a Civil War battle that really happened is an example of historical fiction. |

| FICTION VS FAN-FICTION: literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people / fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, movie, etc. |

| CHARACTERS: Annara is my character, she is described as being calm, a gentle soul. Everyone will see her growth throughout the story and how she learns to deal with tragedy |

•

COPYING; PLEASE READ | Please do not take my work or my characters & claim them as yours. Just with Viserya in my other work, Violet is my character! Any republishing of my work without my clarification of such thing will result in me reporting your account to Wattpad or if on another site. DO NOT take my work and republish in another language either without my clarification either! DO NOT TRANSLATE MY WORK!

BULLYING | If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say it at all. I can't stand snarky comments about my writing or the way in which I write it, if you don't like this book then don't read it that simple.

AHHH I'M SUPER EXCITED TO WRITE THIS STORY | LET ME TELL YOU, WHERES THE STORIES ON THIS FINE MAN???

_______

↳  @welldamnroe ↲

Started ➺ Published in JULY 26th 2024

Ended ➺ ?