like an ouroboros greedily swallowing it's own tail rhaegar's work had just begun. the subjugation of the sacred twenty-eight familes merely the second chapter of his tale, and gaunt had no patience to let the ink dry before flipping through the pages to come. the pureblood community kissing his heel, a meager halfblood, had been more for his ego than anything else, his true work would begin now. with nagini by his side ( flowing through his his veins, from his heart into every fingertip ) no dragon would deny his request. to study them, learn from them, share his knowledge with the world, forcefully if he must.
mindless no longer, he thought while his gaze lifted to the winged mountain, proud and strong - and unrivalled.
amelia would be lead to the newborn head of the sacred twenty eight ( by an old wizard who could not hide the sour expression on his face as he approached ) not inside the mansion; more often than not the young lord would be found outside, in a garden of ash and bone, no rows of carefully planted hedges and flowerbeds; no statues of marble and polished stone. where the dry grass turnt ash grey, where the stench of sulfur and gore became overwhelming, this was nagini's queendom. not even the obnoxiously luxurious house could fully obscure the winged mountain.
and while the emerald she-beast hissed and shifted, not yet entirely used to the presence of other humans, slytherin's heir remained pressed against the sharp scaled snout for a moment or two longer.
ā you came. ā a sallow ghost of a smile touches handsome features. the invitation of their lord was not one easily declined without dire consequences, still rhaegar was joyful as if nothing had changed since their graduation last week. ā i hope my passionate discourses with professor baxton make more sense now. ā the gargantuan dragon's head followed her rider as he stepped forward, and a pale hand find it's place tracing her snout. ā i suppose i owe you a lot of answers. ā