𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 landing, coated with an alarming shade of grey. The threat of the storm was evident, with the odd flash of lightning to break up the shadow that casted across the whole city. The thunder rumbled in tandem ominously, loud enough to make anyone shiver in fear.

The despondent weather served as only a mirror to commonfolk below, who wandered aimlessly with weary faces. Common features were among them: sunken cheeks, bulging eyes, dirt ridden skin.

No, not just dirt - ash. Ash covered the small folk from head to toe like a second layer of skin. The cobblestone path seemed filthier, if even it were possible, the building were also in disarray. Ceilings absent, chunks of the walls missing, adorned by scorch marks....

How could such a thing befall Kings Landing?

A figure in the distance - a woman - clad in navy and silver, strolled in a graceful manner. Being slender in frame, having impeccable posture, supported a tight braided up-do made the mysterious woman appear tall, commanding the attention of onlookers.

Porcelain hands, only slightly touched by time, handed a tired woman a heavy poach. The sound of the contents clinking together with the obvious being revealed - gold.

Blue eyes. That's what made the woman recognisable.

The icy blue eyes of Alysanne. Eyes he did not set his own sights on for hundreds of moons.

Alysanne continued this for a while. Seemingly having an endless number of pouches filled with gold to hand to the common people. They all parted way for her in the middle and she tended those in her path.

Lightning sparked. The thunder growled once again.

Blue eyes. Only, no longer icy and bright but as deep and alluring as the Narrow Sea. Ivory skin was replaced with topaz, blessed by the sun. A tightly braided undo turned to wild curls that freely fell down her back like a chaotic stream.

Something was admittedly strange. This new face was blurred only able to draw focus on a golden medallion that held elegant swirls as detailing at the centre of her bronze chest.

Something stirred amongst the small folk as the mysterious girl lifted her chin, for the world to gaze on her lovely face but something within it held a mixture of sweetness like most young girls but also something else that was indescribable. Was it mischief? Was it the way she gazed over her shoulder with a pearly white grin as if she was about to laugh at a joke no one else was aware of?

Thunder roared again.

The rain was about to come.

The first drop fell from the sky glistening as it made it's natural course to the ground. The girl reached her hand out to it to catch a coin.

A coin?

The girl didn't seem at all perplexed by this occurrence. In fact, her pretty lips grew wider and her oceanic eyes sparkled with interest.

Another coin fell, clanging on the ground. Then another. Then another. Before long, a steady shower of gold fell from the sky. Confused murmers amongst the crowd didn't last long before people took their hats, their pockets, their thin cloaks and coats - whatever they could find to capture the miracle that fell from the sky.

Their weariness washed away with the rain. The more their clothes were filled to the point of satisfaction, the more that their suffering seemed like a far away dream.

A melodic laughter passed from the girl's lips. Though it seemed to echo. The smallfolk with a newfound life in their eyes clapped in a steady but upbeat rhythm. The streets nearly covered with gold and the girl danced among the crowd. Beautiful and carefree:

A mirage of teal and navy merged into one as she twirled. It was uncertain where Alysanne stopped and the young girl began. The visage clear but not. Old and young, wild and controlled, warm and cool all intertwined into a beautiful visage.

Before anyone could notice, the sun began to peek through the endlessly dreary sky. A singular but nonetheless powerful ray of sunshine cast itself on the white haired girl. Her essence managed to glow from within as she embraced the warmth of the light that doted on her. The gold she adorned itself with sparkled under the attention was and blinded any and all onlookers-

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The blinding light was the last thing Viserys remembered before he opened his eye. His right one was lost with time and the one the remained wasn't as clear at it should be.

One stood taller than the rest and seemed to cloak himself in a colour that Viserys vaguely recognised as green with the candlelight bouncing off of something on his clothes. Otto he surmised, his Hand.

After those few precious moments of peace as he slowly embraced consciousness but the more seconds passed the cruelty of his reality loomed over him. curiosity slinked out and pain crept back in. Like a molten liquid poured from his head to his toes, agony claimed and consumed his entire body, causing him to groan and whimper, tense and writhe hoping that any sort of shift should bring him relief but to no avail.

"Your Grace, we only intended to redress your
wounds-" came a voice that sounded almost distant.

"My grandmother......" Viserys swallowed hoarsely "My grandmother Alysanne and a girl....gold fell from the sky....."

The Hand peered down at the king with an unreadable expression before turning to the group of Maesters huddled together beside the ailing King. "Perhaps His Grace could do with another dose of milk of the poppy, Grandmaester."

"Enough has been administered to His Grace without harming him further" Grandmaester protested in his typically soft spoken manner.

"Should you take responsibility for the King's suffering?"

"I would never-"

"Then we are in agreement on what should follow then, Grandmaester" Otto's tone much more pointed this time around. He stared down the mouth smaller man who was quick to break eye contact.

The maesters within the room looked to eachother for a moment as the Grandmeaster Orwyle hesitated.

The corner of Otto's lips weighed down into a slight frown, only by a fraction but enough to hint to his dissatisfaction. Patience couldn't always be his virtue after all. He moved closer to the shorter man who seemed aware of the distance between them getting small. Almost whispering, Otto spoke with such gentleness some could argue that he was pleading.

"It is for the good of the King that he rests"

The scrunch in the Grandmaester's eyebrows didn't waver. He gave one more glance towards the ailing king, who was thrashing and succumb to incoherent mumblings.

The Grandmaester, having made his decision, went over to the four poster bed to prop Viserys up enough to put the goblet to his lips. The liquid was tasteless and it travelled down his throat with ease until the last drop, causing Viserys to give a shaky sigh. His battle with sleep was short lived, his eyelids feeling heavy as lead, causing his surroundings to go black within moments.

This time, there were no dancing girls in his dreams.

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