Brightest Star in the skies, my dearest Aunt, how could you think an arrow could keep me from this life? It is nothing but metal and am I not fire? I would never leave this world without a farewell, it would be most impolite. I would not be surprised if Tywin Lannister himself turned me away from the shadowlands. But I do thank the Gods for sparing all lives involved in the incident, it could have been far fouler an event. He’s a she and she’s most beautiful. For some strange reason I never imagined my dragon to be female and now I can imagine her as nothing else. She’s as silver as I am, with scales that glint with the blue of winter-snow. She’s ice and fire, beauty beyond comparison. The silver dragon for the silver Prince, I’m certain that’s what will be written, how strange… the fates could not have written it more magnificently if they tried. She’s everything I hoped for, she is me if I was blessed with wings, all my faults and all my perfections drawn into another vessel. Yet the dreams have not ceased, the night-terrors remain and I still see screams and fire in snow. I fear they mean something more than my imagination for they’re relentless, haunting. I refuse the milk of poppy now, for it drives me into a sleep I cannot awaken from and I cannot bare being shackled to the fires of my dreams.
I count the days until you return to the capitol, perhaps you could visit me here in Summerhall, but if you have duties elsewhere I shall come to you with the haste of a westward wind. And of course I will bring Ghiscar, a name I’m sure will cause much debate, but I don’t care for the opinions of sheep. I am willing myself to heal faster with each passing hour, of course I’m watched relentlessly, people fear I will do too much too soon and reopen the wound… A worry that is perhaps well voiced for I have never been one to harness my energies and remain station. It permits too much time for thought and thoughts are not my favourite pastime. I will escape their watchful gaze soon I’m sure, but I’m afraid they’ll not allow me to train with my sword or ride my horse for sometime. But I will find entertainment elsewhere I’m sure.
What do you wish to discuss? Matarys will most likely be the better choice, his wisdom surpasses my own in leaps and bounds, but I await to hear nonetheless with the desire to help all I can.
Pass my eternal thanks on to those of our blood in the North and the men and women who wish me well, for I appreciate all of their support and hope if they hear of rumours involving the assault that they will inform me as soon as they are given the opportune moment to do so. For I am sure someone somewhere knows of the intentions behind the arrow and the suspicious death of Lord Tywin Lannister.
All my affections and greatest love,
Prince Valarr Targaryen
Your undisputed favourite nephew.