Dany understood that Rhaegar had to die. She wondered though, how would her life, her childhood would have gone by if he had been there?

Nevertheless she was the queen. She was the khalessi of the Dothraki, she was the mother of the stallion that was supposed to mount the world, she loved her sun and stars so fiercely that she laid with him in the bed of fire only to send him off into the eternal fields of the Great Stallion. She was the last Targaryen.

'Khalessi, please, you can't run off with the dragons again.' Jorah insisted. Dany only rolled her eyes at him, she realized that he was trying to protect her, she was fully aware that he loved her but it was none of his business to do so. After all, the dragon queen does not bow down to anyone.

Watching her dragons grow was one of the biggest pleasures she had left. Despite being the blood of Aegon the Conqueror Dany was still a girl, or better yet, a woman that had suffered one too many great loses including losing a child and since that loss her dragons had become her only children. Dany got on Rhaegal's back and commanded the dragons to fly off the pyramids of Meeren. She wanted to train them not trap them. They had to be strong, they were her only hope of ever getting the chance to go home.

Being up in the air was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She never felt this free or this happy like on the back of one of the dragons. It was the best thing she could ever think of.

Dany realized clearly that training them in Meeren fields would be unwise and unsafe for the people in the city's surroundings so she flew them out almost to the Great Grass sea only to have some time with them and watch them fly around and train them. The dragons were stubborn at times, especially Drogon but it was in their nature, she guessed.

She studied each and one of them and tried to figure out how they've changed over time despite growing significantly in size.

When she looked at Drogon she saw her sun and stars. This is how her child imagination had pictured him as a dragon. In her moments of grief Dany pictured that Drogo was somehow keeping her safe through Drogon. She believed that her sun and stars was in peace and that he was teaching Rhaego how to mount a stallion in the endless fields of the Great Stallion.

Thinking about Drogo often made her cry and picturing their life made her heart cave in. It was difficult and she often caught herself blaming herself for his death.

Rhaegal was the gorgeous dragon that she had named after her oldest brother. Watching him grow she tried to picture and put together an image of her brother Rhaegar only from the stories that she knew from Ser Barristan and Viserys. She was curious about Rhaegar but no one really told her anything and she never dared to ask Viserys openly as he was particularly bitter over the past and the lost of their family. Dany was aware of the fact that Viserys blamed not only Rhaegar but her about the situation that they were in as children. Maybe if it wasn't for Rhaegar's acts of love towards the northerner and Dany's birth Viserys would've grown up to be the king he always dreamed of being. She moved her look towards Viserion. She knew that when her brother died it was the right thing to do. He wanted to kill her and her unborn child, he treated her people like scum. It was bad that he was eaten away not only by grief but by greed too.

Dany spent few hours out in the wild with the dragons and genuinely had fun training them. She felt alive around them and once again felt like a child, like the burden of being the last living Targaryen had been finally lifted off of her even for a while.

Just before the sun had set Dany jumped on Rhaegal's back and they all flew back to Meeren. Dany wanted to leave the city but here again she was called mother and what mother leaves her child behind?

'Khaleesi.' Daario bowed to her as she jumped off Rhaegal's back. 'You've got foreign guests waiting for you.' He murmured. Dany didn't quite understand who'd visit her at this point but she hoped it wasn't anyone from Qarth because she knew that that only meant trouble.

Instead of changing to more Meereneese type of royalty clothes Dany decided to walk around in her old Dothraki clothes for the day. She missed her days out in the fields with her people around her and she dreamed of seeing King's Landing and getting to know the land and the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

When she walked into the throne room everyone that was native Meerenese bowed to her hesitantly and she saw some of them give her a bad look. She tried to ignore them and walked to the heart of the throne room only to sit on her throne. After doing so, the guests were introduced by Daario and Missandei asked loudly everyone to pay their respects to Dany.

What captured her attention was that one of the guests' looked a bit like Viserys. Her heart dropped but she tried to stay calm and not show any emotions.

'Your grace.' The foreigner spoke in Valyrian and bowed in her legs. Before he could continue, however he was interrupted by his companion who looked at the council. 'I'd be eternally grateful if we could speak in privacy.' Dany understood the stern look that he gave her and dismissed the whole council and left by her side only Daario and Missandei. Ser Barristan had been dismissed for the day and Dany didn't really feel threatened by the foreigners.

She caught the companion stare at her as he lowered his voice and whispered to the tall blonde man.

'My name is Rhaegar.'The tall man looked at her. She couldn't believe her ears and tried to hold her emotions back. Daario looked confused at her but Missandei looked unbelieving because Dany had shared some things with her friend. 'And it's a pleasure to finally meet you, sister.'he smiled at her and she didn't know what to say.

'She's got the talents to speak.' The companion got a stern look from the Dragon prince. 'Ser Arthur Dayne at your disposal, your grace.' The sword of the morning bowed to her feet.

Dany felt like someone had hit her really hard on the head and she tried to remember whether she had fallen from Rhaegal's back but she couldn't remember anything like it.

'How?' was the only thing she can ask. Rhaegar or at least the man that was standing infront of her was exactly what she had pictured her brother to be. She had so many questions to ask but she knew that if she asked and it turned out to be a hoax. 'Missandei, please go and bring ser Barristan here. Don't tell him anything just that I ask his presence.' Dany didn't allow herself to cave in to her feelings and her thoughts were a complete mess. She was thinking of ways that he could've survived the battle that took his life, she was thinking about that happy life that they could've had had he had been there for her and Viserys. She thought of home and her family that was all dead. She held her tears back. 'The dragon does not weep." She scolded herself. When Ser Barristan walked in and saw the two guests his knees got weak and he bowed.

'Your grace.' Was all that Dany heard. That was all the confirmation that she needed. She saw that Rhaegar's eyes were on her and she ran to him and jumped in his arms and started crying. His strong arms around her made her feel safe like she hadn't felt in a very long time. She hadn't felt this safe since Drogo's death. Her brother didn't say anything but held her while she cried. She didn't care that Missandei, Daario or anyone else for that matter would see her cry. She wasn't alone anymore and that's all that mattered.


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