As I pulled back the arrow, I stared at the target for a moment. She was watching. I let go. The arrow flew directly in the middle of the eye. I quickly pulled out another arrow, and shot it at the target. The next target was further away, and already had an arrow stuck deep into it. As I pulled my last arrow back, I made sure to aim right where that other arrow was. It flew, and pierced the arrow straight through. I turned around to see my mother. Her silver white hair was pulled back into a simple braid, and she wore a simple blue Valyrian dress. It matched her eyes. She reached out her hand.

"Come, my daughter. Walk with me", she called. I put down my bow and took her hand. "I feel like it is time I talk to you." Oh no. I gulped.

"About what?"

"About your true nature. About your brothers. About me. Where to begin? Oh yes, I started out as Khaleesi of the Dothraki; wife of Khal Drogo. I was foolish enough to believe that I could use dark magic to safe my son and my husband, and as a result, I ended up losing both of them."

"What's your point? I already know this", I snapped. Mother stopped walking and looking right into my eyes with her blue sapphires.

"Lesson number one. Never use magic... dark magic. It's unnatural and will only leave to disaster."

"Lesson? This is a lecture, isn't it?" I sighed.

"I feel that my time will never be long enough to prepare you, my love. When I am gone, you will be the heir to the throne. You have to take care of your brothers for me." There was a slight pause as I walked with her.

"What about my magic. Can I not use that?"

"Even your powers can sometimes come at a price. To bring a soul back from the dead has it's firm lines; lines that you are incapable of passing, but other things can be dangerous. You must be careful, but at the same time, you have to do what you can to save your people. They are you children, and if it means being tortured for the rest of your life so your people can life free, then so be it. Now, like I was saying, then came along your brothers, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion; the lights of my life. And with them, I started to build my army-"

"Mother, you've told me this only a thousand times." She sighed.

"It was after I had won my throne, my rightful throne. I was in my room. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion always used to relax on my balcony, but as I went to go check on them, I realized Drogon wasn't there. It was only a week later he had returned. He was so panicked. I finally got the nerve to follow him. He took me far and wide, and I actually thought he was trying to lead me in the middle of nowhere. But there you were, sitting in the middle of a volcano. You were only about two years old, I presumed, and you had little dragon wings flapping behind you."

"So what am I?" She touched my cheek.

"You are a King. Promise me this, you shall never marry for power. The only real power is the one you earn yourself. You know, it's funny. I could have sworn I found you, while people say you're the spitting image of me." She was right, well no really. I had dark, black hair and greenish purple eyes, but our facial features were the same. I adored my mother. She was elegant, womanly, and powerful. Not a lot of woman can sit on the Iron Throne and call themselves Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. But that was going to be me, some day.

"Oh, yes! I actually remembered why I wanted to talk to you!" she finally said. "I was hoping you and I could take a visit North, to Winterfell."

"Winterfell? Why Winterfell?"

"Being a future Queen, it is your duty to know the Lords and Ladies of the Land. Besides, I know how much you like the cold."

"What about the.. the kingdom?"

"I am leaving Ser Jorah in charge while I am gone. He is the King's hand, after all."

"You mean, Queen's hand, right?"

"King, queen, does it really matter? You're a woman with great power, act like it! Come now, we must get packing."

Honestly, I must say, at first, I didn't like Daenerys Targaryen mostly because she kind of passed off as a bit slutty, but really, as I look at her now, she's defiantly a woman of power, I LOVE IT! When it comes to women kicking the total butts of men, I feel total feminist. Anyway, Bran, the King of the North, is going to be in the next chapter.