Koalak I

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Carn

Between Ghost hills and The Tor, lay Carn with a small castle and a small army of nine thousand men who would ride to the King’s defense straight for Kings landing, if the opportunity arises. Lord Firenze Odarys and his predecessors were known for being supporters of whoever sat the throne.

Many frowned upon the Lord’s views, some even titling him Lord no Backbone. Not to his face of course, for fear of retaliation.

Whilst many disliked Lord Firenze, those same people adored his children and his late wife, Lady Seraphis Hightower. They were blessed with a son and two beautiful daughters. Mars Odarys and his sisters Adira and Ophilia Odarys.

Mars Odarys, the eldest, never wanted to marry and wanted to take the white cloak and serve the king. He claimed he did not want to be burdened by a wife and children and lived for the fight.

Thankfully for Lord Firenze, his youngest Ophilia only dreamed of marriage and children running around giggling. She even confessed to her septa that she wanted to be in a constant state of pregnancy because she wanted babies. Pour foul, the septa mused in her head.

And then there was Adira.

She was special and everyone knew she was the favorite child, even if lord Firenze does not wish to comment on that.

From her first breath, during a solar eclipse, Adira was special, healing her mother’s tears miraculously. Her parents could not explain what had happened. Seraphis only knew that she was in immense pain at first and close to dying then she couldn’t feel the pain and only heard her daughter’s cries.

Maesters, septas, priests, red priestesses, all gathered to find out what was wrong with the babe, but none could come to a conclusion.

And so, the child grew and blossomed into a young girl who wanted nothing to do with marriage or war. She wanted to be a healer.

That only strengthened when the lady of House Odarys, passed.

‘Maldición de sangre.’

The dornish priest said. A blood curse.

Everyone tried to understand who would curse her own father, but answers were found.

And so, Adira determined to heal her father, placed her hand near his heart and started to heal him. Unfortunately, she did not tell anyone what she was doing, and her mother walked into the room.

The curse attached itself to Lady Seraphis killing her without pity. Adira tried to save her mother, but the girl of ten and four did not have a grasp on her powers yet and failed.

Everyday Adira thinks back to this moment and every day she sheds a tear for her mother. The woman who loved making flower crowns even for her son and husband.

To her memory Adira and Ophilia always kept their hair down and would wear flower crowns.

Adira was walking in the gardens and as always, she was thinking of her mother, looking at the flowers. She was rudely shaken out of her reverie when heavy footsteps could be heard behind her.

Turning around she sees her older brother walking towards her, his shoulders looking heavy. She could see that he was carrying something and came straight to her during his combat training.

He stops in front of her and lets out a puff.

“You are lucky I came all this way. Exel even had a fit over it and I was in the middle of winning, but the raven would not leave me alone.” Mars says a little bit out of breath.

“What are you on about?” Adira replies smiling connivingly.

“A raven came for you.”

“Another Lord asking for my hand? Send it back.” Adira replies coldly.

“Surprisingly not. It is from a Dothraki herd. Who knew these savages could write…” Adira was also baffled, not about them being able to write but why would Dothrakis want to address her?

“What does it say?” She rapidly says.

“I thought you were clever… can’t read Dothraki can you?” Mars says smirking mischievously.

“Obviously not! Father did not wish me to learn it. Now, can you translate it please?” Adira did not find her brother’s words amusing.

Mars giggled slightly but started to read the letter not wanting to antagonize his sister more.

“It says something about their Khal. Their king.” He begins.

“I know what Khal means! I am not stupid. “Adira replies offended.

“Gods, I feel like you are going to flower soon... so angry...” Mars mumbles under his breath. Adira slaps him on the arm and so Mars continues reading and translating.

“This is a direct line from the letter. ‘a witch, a witch has cursed the Khal, the Khaleesi is gone. We cannot find her. She left the stones. Save our Khal’” Mars finishes the letter and simply discards it to the left of him.

Adira quickly bends down and grabs the letter before the wind blows it away…

“A curse?”

“You heard what I said” Mars says dismissively.

“Who was the Khaleesi?” Adira replies frowning.

“You do not know? “Mars exclaims, surprised. Adira shakes her head. She was trying to stay away from any marriage talk. Hers or others.

“Daenerys Targaryen. The mad king’s daughter. She and her brother apparently went into hiding in Essos. Robert Baratheon and his posse are looking high and low for them. Even sending assassins after them. One of those assassins probably gut her…” Mars was rambling now.

“Is the raven still here?” Adira cuts him off.

“Yes! Did you not here me say the raven would not-” Adira cut him off.

“I will go and heal the Khal. Would you send them a raven and tell them that?”

“What? Are you out of your mind? Father will never let you go heal that brute. Whispers in the brothel say that they fuck their horse when their women cannot satisfy them anymore… and they kill every minute.” Mars says outrageously, almost whispering the last part.

Adira crunches her nose in slight disgust. She knew her brother frequented the brothels. She remembers finding him after a banquet with three of the pleasure girls naked. A sight she wished to forget.

Adira decides not to believe him. If the Dothrakis are civil enough to write to House Odarys then they do not sleep with their horses.

“Good thing you are not father, then. I will heal the Khal and father will agree with me.” She huffs and walks away towards the small castle mentally planning what she would bring to Essos.

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