#murder plot

I have no idea! I touched on all this information in a recent video I released, too (linking here, for anyone who's curious). There is a portion of the video near the end that is specifically about Farah that kinda covers all this, if you wanna just skip straight to that (I get it, the video is not in any way a quick breeze).

I have so many ideas.....like the murder plot.

This is angst that Lando doesn't realise.

George, after the drabble where Lando is able to comand the dragons, starts to get curious about Lando's bonds with all the dragons. It's very unusual and weird and George decides to look into it.

He doesn't expect to find anything but he does, and he immediately hides all material in their archives that give away the fact that Lando is in fact not biologically his cousin and is very likely the last of the True Borns. Not only does his relationship with the dragons match the descriptions, but his physical traits like his strange blue/green eyes, slightly pointed ears, and the curls match the families physical descriptions but its been twenty years or so since they all died, and they weren't that in the public before the murder.

George knows that he has to hid it because Lando's birth family were killed for their bond with the dragons by people that believed by doing so, dragons would be free to bond with anyone instead of being so tricky. If anyone figures it out, Lando could be killed.

So George hides it. Doesn't breathe a word of it to anyone. Doesn't tell Lando.

Until a rumour starts about the last True Born prince possibly being alive because after all these years, someone is talking. They're talking and telling people that a dragon managed to carry the little prince away, and they found the dragon but never the prince. Most assume the dragon probably ate the child who was barely a year old, but the whispers remain.

The eerie silence settled over the town square like a thick fog as the crowd stood frozen, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them. They watched with bated breath, hearts pounding in their chests, afraid to even blink for fear of missing a crucial moment.

"YOU'RE A KILLER, A MURDERER! YOU'RE CRAZY!!" The words echoed through the still air, cutting through the tension like a knife. The man's voice trembled with anger, his façade of confidence crumbling in the face of the woman's calm demeanor.

"Darling, if you kill a killer, it's still murder," she responded coolly, her voice a stark contrast to his outburst. Her words hung in the air, leaving him at a loss for a rebuttal.

Caught in the spotlight of the onlookers, he glanced around nervously, searching for some sign of support or guidance. But the faces staring back at him were filled with apprehension, offering no solace or reassurance.

"Bet you a gold piece she escapes?" a hushed voice whispered from the outskirts of the crowd, breaking the tense silence. Another voice chimed in, setting the terms of the wager.

"50 bronze ones, or nothing."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as the bet was struck, adding an undercurrent of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere.

The woman's laughter cut through the tension like a bolt of lightning, sending shivers down the man's spine. It was a sound tinged with madness, a glimpse into the depths of her unpredictable nature.

As the echoes of her laughter faded away, a chill settled over the square, leaving the spectators on edge and uncertain of what was to come. The man's fear grew with each passing moment, a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach telling him that this was far from over.

And he knew, deep down, that he had reason to be afraid.

“I am convinced that children should not be subjected to the frightfulness of the Christian religion. If the concept of a father who plots to have his own son put to death is presented to children as beautiful and worthy of society's admiration, what types of human behaviour can be presented to them as reprehensible?”

-- Ruth Hurmence Green