Perevell
The perevell is the surname of the medieval pure wizarding family .
They are the most powerful and an ancient family. It is said that the perevells are powerful enough to bend reality.
They came into power during the time of druids. The magic granted by nature became second nature to them and they honed it to perfection and grew more into power.
Perevells were always the leaders. The first one in a line and it never changed in a thousand years. They were kings queens and leaders of every era.
Azaelea Dorea Iris perevell most famously known as the girl who lived or woman who conquered was going through daily reports of her kingdom Britannia and its territory’s with her cousin lord Draco malfoy when she felt a ping in the wards. She immediately stiffened causing Draco to look at her.
She was suprised and trying to find the disturbance in the wards. Because the wards of the perevell castle were best to none. Even voldemort with his numerous attempts couldn’t break through the wards surrounding the perevell castle so it was distressing that someone who not given the permission had crossed the wards of the legendary perevell castle.
She got up and activated her battle robes which are connected to the perevell ring with a single thought and a pulse of magic. Draco seeing her battle robes became alarmed and immediately became alert. And they both rushed across the castle and to its main gates.
The receiving room of the pervelle castle was not in the castle building itself but near the entrance it’s a huge hall containing many paintings and a huge perevell crest standing proudly with many fireplace for floo transportation. It has a transparent dome made of glass to see the sky. And a wall of stairs leading to the room itself.
It’s where azalea and Draco found the disturbance in the wards.
When reaching the place it was filled with an odd sorts of people.
Azaelea pov
When I finally reached the receiving room I found several people on the floor groaning and few bleeding but what stands out is their hair and clothing. They are clothed as they belong to a medevial era and have swords on thier hips but the most perplexing is their hair. A shade which she only saw upon herself and the portraits of her family were adorning most of their heads.
She goes on alert and accesses their position and hopes to find what and how did they enter her castle and how did they bypass the wards
Daemon pov
One moment I was holding rhaenryas hand the other I was falling I don’t know how long I was falling when I finally made contact with the ground.
I look around to see viserys alicent aegon Helena aemond rhaenrya laenor jace and Luke on the ground and when I finally get up and reassure myself with the weight of the sword in my hand I look across the place.
It’s a beautiful place I have to admit with glass ceiling likes of which I have never seen before and various portraits and an crest which he has never seen before. A lone black dragon breathing fire. When he others come to be he finally notices they are not alone.
He finds the most beautiful woman ever to live looking at them.
She has hair so silver it must be spun by the gods themselves.
Eyes green like the most precious emeralds glowing with power a small perfectly propositioned upturned nose and red pouty thick lips just begging to be kissed . Fair skinned and wearing what looked to be battle robes of a design he has never seen before and a sword at her hip.
She looked like one of the Valyrian goddess come to life.
And another man with blond hair and grey eyes with pointed chin holding a stick of all things pointed towards them.
When she opens her mouth and the sweetest melody that is her voice speaks
‘Who are you and how did you get inside my castle? ‘