(Third Person POV)
[Somewhere Near Harrenhal]
"After years, I am finally back here....." Maegor said seriously as he walked behind Drakken, "Does it really have to be here?"
They were walking down a path in the woods, Drakken was holding the urn in his hands as they did so.
"Yes." He said, "Don't complain."
"I'm not." Maegor said
They reached a small clearing and Maegor noticed that Viserra Targaryen was waiting for them there, in front of what looked like a drawn magic circle. Viserra was wearing a black dress and wore a golden necklace.
The Tyrant frowned, "And what is she doing here?"
Drakken walked over to Viserra, a slight smile on his face, "My Dragon Maiden's blood is needed for something like this." He said as he gently ran his hand down her arm, "Isn't that right, Viserra?"
Viserra nodded, "Yes, My Lord." She said, "My blood has been used for resurrection already. Maegor Targaryen, it was my blood that was used for yours."
Maegor narrowed his eye, "Your blood?"
Viserra took the urn from Drakken's hand, "Yes." She said, "My blood. To think it was all those years ago. Lord Sol'Tyr has grown quiet as of late; he has not spoken to us for a long time. I fear he has given up on finding a Vessel. You are quite the candiate, Maegor."
"My body will not be used by someone else." Maegor said, "You can count on that."
"This year is the year where my Dragons will obtain their vessels." Drakken said, "Whether or not it is you, it won't matter to me. If Sol'Tyr can't find it, I will force you."
"But...." Maegor said, "You...."
"I promised you the resurrection of this one." Drakken gestured at the urn, "And that is why we are here."
"As a reward for fighting the Red Cult, obliterating Our Lord's Enemies....." Viserra said, "You will be granted such a reward. Not just that, you have fought against the new enemy...those Dragonlords....."
"It was brief." Maegor said, "They are building their strength by the day. I am not so sure if they will pose a problem or not."
"Doesn't matter to me." Drakken said, "You will stay here while my detachment stays over there, hunting the Cultists down. I will give you some time here, enjoy it as much as you can. I can be quite merciful."
Drakken walked up behind Viserra, who opened the urn. He wrapped her arms around her waist as Viserra poured the ashes on the urn in the middle of the magic circle.
Maegor frowned, seeing the strange behavior that Drakken was displaying. The Tyrant immediately noticed that there was some sort of tension between the two of them. He saw the way that Viserra looked at Drakken with a slight smile.
She was not at all bothered by Drakken's touch; she simply continued in pouring the ashes.
"There...." Drakken said
Viserra pulled her sleeve up and extended her arm outwards, a cut slowly appearing on her wrist, and blood began to pour out.
"Ah...." She let out a slight gasp as the blood poured over the ashes, soaking them completely, "Lord Drakken...."
Drakken pulled her arm back and grabbed her wrist, covering the cut as it slowly healed. He gazed into Viserra's eyes, who simply stared back at him, her mouth slightly agape.
Maegor was a bit unsettled by this, not know what to think of it.
He knew that Viserra was the Dragon Maiden, meant to be a priestess who takes no husband, similar to how a Septa operates. But what he saw was a bit strange and contradictory of what he knew about the Dragon Maiden.
There was a clear tension between Drakken and Viserra and Maegor was not sure if it was right.
But deep down, he didn't really care.
What mattered to him was that she was brought back.
Viserra stepped away from Drakken and gave him the urn back, "Maegor." She looked at the Tyrant, "Step forwards and cut your hand, pour blood on the ashes as well."
Maegor looked at her, "Why?"
"Your blood is her blood." Viserra said, "It will create a powerful connection. My blood acts as the catalyst, your blood will bind the ashes and will repair them. Combined, the power of Lord Drakken will completely restore her body, mind, and soul. And the Former Queen will return to this world, something that Westeros might not be prepared for."
"Hm." Drakken said with a smirk, "The stories I've heard about her, it is quite impressive. I am curious to see how resurrection treats her."
"As long as she alive, I don't care." Maegor stepped forth and drew a dagger, "We'll deal with the effects when she's here. My memories aren't fully restored, I figure it would be the same for her."
He slit the palm of his hand and clenched it, pouring blood over the soaked ashes, watching as his blood mixed with Viserra's. There was plenty of blood that poured, enough to make a regular man pass out. But Maegor was no ordinary man, he was specially crafted by Drakken back when he was resurrected. Blood loss won't affect him as much as it would an ordinary man.
He then stepped back after pouring what looked like enough blood, "Is that it?"
Drakken nodded, gently holding Viserra's chin, who was giving him a slight smile, "That should be fine." He said, "Are you ready?"
Maegor looked at him, "Are you speaking to me or her?"
"You, you dunce." Drakken said
"Well, forgive me if I am confused." Maegor scowled, "The two of you need to cease whatever the fuck this is. Do that after this is done."
"He is right." Viserra said
"Hm." Drakken stepped forward and raised his hand over the circle, "I suppose we should get it over with."
Two black dragon wings appeared from his back, releasing a wave of pressure as his eyes blacked out. The blood-soaked ashes suddenly caught fire, and said flames began to spiral violently.
"Black-Winged Rebirth"
A wave of pressure was released from the flames as a loud howling of wind was heard, giving Maegor a bit of chills.
"W-What....?" He said
Viserra watched this, "A bit more...and it should be done....."
Drakken crouched down, slamming his hand through the flames, "Hm." He said, unfazed by the flames, "I feel her. A bit more and she'll come out."
Maegor could not resist the pressure and he collapsed to one knee, feeling lightheaded as he began to sweat. It appeared that the spell was resonating with him and it began to affect him.
"Shit..." He said, "I cannot focus."
Drakken suddenly pulled out a blood-soaked hand, which looked to be quite feminine. The howling began to slow down and Drakken immediately straightened up, pulling out the bare body of a woman, covered in blood.
The moment this happened, the howling stopped and the flames disappeared. Drakken's wings returned inside his back and his eyes reverted back to normal as the woman slumped forwards to him.
Drakken had caught her, wrapping one arm around the unconscious woman's waist, "Hm..." He said, "She's here."
Maegor widened his eyes, seeing as how Drakken gently laid the woman down on a blanket that Viserra had laid in front of him.
"I-Impossible....." Maegor said as he saw her face, "N-No.....I...is it really her?"
He straightened up, trembling slightly as he recognized the face of the woman, which was a bit younger than the one he had been used. But there was no denying it; Maegor knew that it was her.
Drakken wiped the woman's face, cleaning some blood off her. He also moved some of her hair out of the way.
Viserra had walked to the side, grabbing a towel and a blanket from a basket that was on the ground. She crouched down next to Drakken, who was inspecting the woman's body, making sure there were no flaws in the resurrection.
"Hm...." He said, "This is her? Well, it's a bit creepy to say since she's out cold....but she is quite beautiful, your Mother."
"Visenya Targaryen."