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The Black Dragon fought bravely. The Black Dragon fought fiercely. The Black Dragon fought honorably. And then the Black Dragon died, and the grass upon the Redgrass Field drank deep of his blood, and of all those who perished beside him, until it was stained a deep scarlet red.
In a world where strength, power, and cunning often prevailed over honor and justice, Daena Blackfyre swore one thing to herself - that she would avenge the death of her lord father, whatever the cost. She meant to show no mercy to the man who had shown none to him, nor to her elder twin brothers, whom she had lost upon that fateful day. She was willing to sacrifice everything, even her very conscience, to restore the good name of her House and one day seat its rightful heir upon the Iron Throne.
Despite the long years spent in exile in Tyrosh, years which had left deep scars upon her soul, Daena remained bold, spirited, and full of mirth. Yet behind her smile there often lingered bitterness and grief, burdens she could never truly cast aside. She was stubborn, fierce, and steadfast in her vows unto the very end - especially those that concerned vengeance.
"Hawks are swifter and far more deadly than ravens," she would often say to those closest to her. "Especially the white ones that bear a bow."
Yet all begins to grow complicated when, upon the Ashford Meadows, she encounters a wandering hedge knight and his young squire.
For loyalty to one's family is one thing. But when boldness meets honor and justice, nothing remains so certain as it once did.
Ser Duncan The Tall x Female OC
Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms | Fanfiction
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