It was a dark and gloomy night with the rain slowly gliding down the windows of the castle. Nobody was about the halls or even the hidden corridors. Everyone was finally tucked away into a dream. Except for the smiths who were actively working on a piece of steel for the current king.

The King's Chambers stood quiet among them all. The silence was defeaning. It was the type of silence where the only thing you can here is the blood pumping in your ears.

His two sisters were in their own rooms at this time, so Aegon I was tucked away all alone into a dreamless sleep. The nights have been haunting him with various nightmares about coldness and darkness along with the future of the Targaryen dynasty.

Aegon already made the smiths employed at his newly built castle construct a dagger that contained this dream. He wished for it to be passed down to every generation of his dynasty so they would carry this prophecy to their death. The conqueror wanted the future Kings and Queens to know about it if he wished to salvage this independing doom that was coming for all of them.

Now he was lying on his bed with fabrics draped across his body to shield him from the cold and to help him fall asleep. It didn't help him at all. The maesters even brewed various teas for the king to make him finally fall into a deep slumber he was missing but to no avail.

Although this time he finally managed to close his eyes but what he was met with was something he didn't expect.

Aegon was standing in the darkness of a void where there was nothing before him nor anything behind him or around him. It was empty. The king called out into the blackness but was met with nothing.

Suddenly, he heared multiple voices inaudibly whispering in his native tongue, High Valyrian. He turned around to follow the voices but couldn't make out anything from the sentences. Then, out from the darkness came a figure holding a torch with the flames dancing around and giving an orange glow to the scenery.

"Where are you going?" The conqueror spoke to the figure who had their hood up as they stalked around the corner of a wall.

Aegon I ran after the person quickly turning the said corner only to fall to the ground as he was met with a woman with white hair in multiple braids slashing her sword at him. He took a second to analyse this lady, but he did not recognise her as anyone he knew before. She was wearing a black dress with the targaryen crest embroidered on the front with two golden dragons wrapping down the fabric. Her body was clad in small parts of armour, and she wore a dagger on her belt with a dragon head as a hilt. Her sword is what caught his eye. It was decorated with a golden dragon at the hilt with its wings spread apart as if it wanted to fly away.

"I warned you of what was to come!" She yelled in his face, but it seemed as if she was looking straight through him.

She then picked up something covered in a cloth from the ground before stomping past him through the large gates of the throne room he had built not so long ago.

Aegon quickly stood up, just now realising he was still on the ground, and rushed after the woman. He placed both his hands on the wood and pushed them hard only to hear them screech as they opened.

And there she sat.

Pools of blood by her feet along with skulls and a dragons head. Men bending their knees in front of her fearing for their life as they did not dare to meet her stern gaze. Her dress now tainted red with all the blood and burnt by the edges from the fire, and fingers littered with cuts as she sat on the throne with her legs dangling over one of the arm rests.

A dragons roar sounded throughout the hall as the shadow of the beast flew past the window behind the throne of swords. Aegon stalked closer only to hear her muttering with her eyes glued on his figure.

The king furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as she stood up and graciously walked down the stone stairs. Her delicate voice bounced down the walls, but as if the conquerors ears were filled with water, her words seemed to be coming from far away.

"What are you saying?" He asked as the younger woman stepped closer and closer to him.

He could now see her features much more clearly. She was a targaryen, that was no doubt, but her youthful face was tainted with the lingering feelings of death. The left side of her face was covered with a burn mark, but there were multiple scars among her pale skin.

The girl stood right in front of the King and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, pulling it out from its place from her belt. "If anyone asks what happened here, tell them I kept my promise. I did what I always told them I'd do. I teared down the House of the Dragon to dust, and I would do it again."

Aegon stood wide-eyed, and his eyes glanced at the dragon head, which looked a bit too familiar to his liking.

"I don't understand..." The conqueror whispered out, not fully grasping what was happening around him.

The lady smirked with an insane glint in her eyes as she shook her head as if pitying him. "You won't need to, though it seems I missed one person."

And just like that, she swung her sword against his neck and, within a second Aegons head, rolled to the ground. He could still hear and see everything. The woman let out a scoff as she swiped her sword against the fabric of her dress to get the blood of from the steel. She turned back around and walked to the throne once more before placing the crown of the conqueror on her head and giving the headless, more like bodyless, man an evil grin.

The throne room shook with the echoes of the chants from the men and women surrounding her. "All hail the Dread!"

Aegon I shot up from his bed with the loudest gasp. His lungs were aching for some air to reach them. The king sat there, still not understanding what just happened. His hand reached for his neck, the place where that woman swung her sword at, but the conqueror did not expect his fingers to be met with a sticky substance. He immediately brought his finger to his face, and his heart dropped slightly when the red tainted his skin and was slowly dripping down his adams apple.

The king rushed to grab a cloak, and as if he were gliding, he sprinted out of his chambers towards the deepness of the castle. The clattering of the smiths came closer and closer with the corners he turned and hallways he rushed down. Once he saw the hues of orange coming from behind a door, he pushed the wood open only to be met with the surprised looks of three men who surrounded a dagger.

"My King! We have just finished the dagger as you told us to!" One of them spoke with his voice slightly shaking. He still feared the man standing before him.

Aegon stalked forward to the fire where the smiths stood. "That is not what I came for. I need you to add something else on the steel."

The smiths looked at each other in confusion, but one of them nodded for the King to continue. This was their job, and they feared their new ruler still, so they did not wish to lose their heads over refusing the King's wish even if they were tired.

"Urnēbagon hen syt se hāedar rūsīr se zaldrīzes egros," the king told them as he continued staring at the red on his fingers. "Hae ziry jāhor sagon se vējes hen īlva ry."

The two smiths stood confused, not understanding a word from what the king had just muttered. Aegon looked at the third smith, who decided to learn the language after the conqueror took him into the castles workers.

The man gulped and gave a glance at the white-haired man before him but turned to face his two friends. "Watch out for the girl with the dragon sword as she will be the doom of us all."