*DISCLAIMER* I own none of George RR Martin's characters, nor have I influenced in any way the series he wrote. And, although I wish I had done these things, I haven't, and I present to you my fan fiction where Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen rightfully claims the Iron Throne! Enjoy! :)
Daenerys stood over her Khalasar. The sun shone behind her, casting her shadow over men, causing her to seem taller and more significant. Although she was but a silhouette in the setting sun, she was also the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. The rightful Queen. The saviour. The soft summer wind blew her hair to the left, in a heroic stance as she stood on her mound. She was wearing her signature blue dress, parts of her hair braided to keep from falling onto her face. Next to her Dothraki army, the Unsullied stood tall and straight, not flinching, showing no emotion on their face. Grey Worm was in the front of the barracks and he, too, was unemotional. In a way, Dany admired how well these men were trained, even though she certainly did not admire the method they had taken to produce the end result: slaves. Bound, freedom not an option.
But that is why I must rule the Seven Kingdoms, Daenerys thought determinedly. I must rule, and free slaves. Poverty will not exist so long as fresh blood pulses through me and I am not burnt at an altar. Solemnly, she thought back on Khal Drogo. He would have been prod of her and her accomplishments. But, alas, thanks to that maegi, Mirri Maz Durr, he had died of his infection. It was all her fault. But then she reflected on how, if not for that wretched maegi, her dragons would not have hatched, she would not have been compelled to walk into the flame, and came out unscarred, three dragons suckling at her breasts. She looked over to them now, tearing through animal carcasses, big and beautiful beasts. Drogon, with his scarlet and midnight black scales, glimmering with heat, named after the most feared Khal in Vaes Dothrak. He had inherited the leadership and respect that was rightfully his. Viserion, ivory and pearl scales sparkling in the sun, named after her brother, who was assumed to be the last dragon and once was the heir to The Iron Throne, destined to rule over the Seven Kingdoms. He inherited Viserys's furious nature, and urge to rule and conquer. And Rhaegal, named after her brother Rhaegar, who, before Viserys, was to inherit the Iron Throne and rule after her father. Whilst Dany knew not much about her brother, she knew he was fearless and courageous. Rhaegal had definitely inherited that, and Dany knew he lived on in Rhaegal.
"Khaleesi," Missandei respectfully stood at the bottom of the small hill, waiting for her Queen to return. Dany had taken Missandei into her custody, keeping her for guidance, and as a friend.
"Yes, Missandei?" Dany replied, voice smooth and thick with accent. "What is it you would like to share?"
Missandei bowed, a short, curt bow of respect. "Yes, I wish to inform you of your Khalasar. They are terrified, My Lady, they fear you have not the knowledge or enough numbers to conquer King's Landing, the land over The Narrow Sea. They do not wish to be put in front of the Soldiers-Who-Do-Not-Fall. It terrifies them that you are leading them in first. I, also, must add my concern to the matter, why do you put them in front when The Unsullied are suited for the role?"
Dany sighed. Perhaps no one would truly know what she did. But that was what gave her the element of surprise, no one could match her intellectually. She had learnt so much, travelling from place to place. She supposed it was good that not even her allies could determine what she had planned. "Because," she spoke as if explaining to a child, "my Khalasar have something the Unsullied do not; a life. They have lives to fight for, they have the free will to be determined, to have hope. They have the energy and will to fight for their life they do not wish to lose. The Unsullied have not had lives since the first precious moments when they were released from their mothers' womb. They do not have what my Khalasar have, and that, Missandei, is why I put my Khalasar at the front."
Even after that, Missandei did not seem convinced, but she bowed and said "Shall I tell them what words you have spoken, My Lady?"
"No, I shall tell them myself." Dany paused, and then said in a whispered voice to Missandei, "Besides, I, too, shall ride into battle on my dragons and lay siege using breaths of fire, claws of steel, and teeth which shall soon taste the blood of men. They will not stand a chance."