Where nature unmakes the boundary, the pillar of myth still stands (гет)

She saw the dance of the dragons in her dreams, fourteen fires reflected upon the violet eyes of The Dreamer as a caveat, the death of all she loved in the name of a throne that would never cut quite as deep as betrayal did - and she was set aflame until her eyes boiled and the salt water was nothing but the steam that trailed above her mouth on a winter's morning.
Never had she dreamt the future with such vast detail, never had she seen the annihilation of her kin so vividly. She could still feel her head and chest separated by the dragon’s jaw. For the first time in her life, Rhaenyra knew that she would have to act upon it or watch as everything she knew was burnt into ash.
Her line would not end by the will of a dagger staining a destroyed throne room, the rumbles of winged grief and the desolate wail of the last of the true Targaryen.
She would not stand idly and let the house of the dragon fall.
They would not die twice.
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Or, Rhaenyra is cursed with prophetic dreams where she sees the Dance of the Dragons and sets the path of her life to its prevention.