The Father of Dragons

Don't own anything except fur meh characters so yeah.

Prologue

3rd Person Pov

"Are you sure that this is wise my queen?"

"Drogon has started to get out of control. While I cannot tame them, I will need to control them. Besides, every child needs both of their parents."

"Yes but what if someone manages to trap him?"

"I will know and I will come for him. Now Rhaegal go and find me your father. He must be unmarried or betrothed, noble in birth and spirit, and strong in the same way. Also he must be from Westeros."

The dragon screeched and took off.

"Why Westeros my queen?"

"I can get the father of my dragons, and allies at the same time."

"Will you actually get to know him your grace?"

"Of course, I do not like that many do not know the person they are to share their life with."

"My queen what will you do if he is a bastard child?"

"Nothing I wouldn't do or say to a lord."

"Of course your grace."

The beautiful green dragon was hard pressed to get to Westeros. It's brother Drogon would have an easier time however the little dragon wasn't about to give up. However he ended in the strangest place he had ever seen.

It was covered in white stuff and there was this strange feeling that he got. The dragon breathed fire and the unpleasant feeling and white stuff went away. He found he couldn't fly very well and decided to look for his father. He heard a large amount of movement and found it was a large group of men dressed all in black.

The leader looked to be around his mother's age, and he spoke and carried himself like a nobleman. He also helped all of his men as much as he could. He also exuded an aura of authority, and strength that was tempered with sadness and friendliness.

They went to a camp and attacked some men also dressed in black. However he also saw harmed women and children all girls. The man attacked and wiped out many of the dark men along with the large wolf at his side. When one of his men was hit he hit back and took out a large amount of men.

Then it all stopped and one man was holding a little girl. She had fire hair and bronze eyes matching his scales. The man held a knife to her throat and knew that since humans didn't have scales it would kill her. The little dragon attacked grabbing the man's clothes after getting his arms off of the girl. Then he did something he'd never done without mother or food in front of him. He breathed fire onto an enemy.

The dark man screamed and ran around wildly trying to bury himself in the white stuff. Then he tackled the man he wanted to be his father to the ground. He flinched and the little dragon licked his face and the wolf came over growling. He licked his nose as well and he got into a play fight with him. He couldn't do that with his brother's anymore.

However, he had the feeling that all of this was going to change.