"My king! My king! The mad king! The rebellion will be here in a month! Please your grace, let us flee from your foolish damned madness!" a lookout civilian was on his knees begging for his family's life. A chance to run. A chance to escape the mad king's furious downfall. The old man with silvery/ white hair perched in his throne of melted swords, his iron throne. His lilac eyes piercing through the man like daggers deciding the fate of this poor lookout's family. He turning to his Kings guard, Jaimie Lannister.

The golden knight with golden fair hair waited for his king's command. He already knew what was going to be said, the pitiful old man had been saying it all day.

"Burn them all"

"Go! You must hide!" my mother was shooing us away. Rhaella Targaryen was a semi strict woman. Viserys, my twin brother, should have been a stillborn. He was my exact opposite, weak and whiney, where as I was more independent. Mother couldn't help it I suppose, she was pregnant again, trying to rush us through the dungeons and into a flee tunnel so we did not face Robert Baratheon's wrath. I heard the women talk of it in hushed voices. This was all over Lyanna Stark?

Well I could believe that. She was always very kind to me. I was a total of 3 years old, fairly new to the world. But Lyanna always made my day, as well as my brother Rhaegar's. She wouldn't fuss when I would tangle her long dark hair. Her hair was actually quite fascinating to me, why was it brown? My hair was silvery blonde, why was her hair different? We would always pick flowers together and weave them in her hair. I tried to pick the nicest flowers, but always ended up with thorns in my hands, sobbing as she picked them out. Her deep sapphire eyes warmly acknowledging everyone and everything around her. We would play and sometimes she would let me go on errands with her. My favorite was the blacksmith. The smell of the forge made my face light up with a huge grin every time. Sometimes, if the blacksmith knew we were coming, he would make me a toy, or something cool. No, not the dumb idiot blacksmith in King's Landing, but in Rosby, just a small little town not too far away. Lyanna saved my life, or I would've ended up like Viserys.

"Your grace, lady Rhaella, please. You cannot handle both of these boys and the one in your belly if you wish to flee."

Mother spun furiously around, but I happily walked over to Lyanna. "And WHAT exactly do you propose Lyanna Stark? Pick one boy over the other?"

"My lady, if you will. I do not know how this war will end, but if Robert wins…. His wrath is not over exaggerated in the rumors. He will hunt out every Targaryen. Allow me to take Daemon to the blacksmith. He will be safe there."

"No…. Daemon is my son, he needs to stay with me"

"MOMMY!" Viserys bawled, his voice ear splittingly high "I got dirty! Carry me!" Rhaella sighed and walked over to me.

She knelt down and kissed my forehead. Her silver hair matching mine, fair against my face. "Daemon Asher Targaryen, my beloved son. Never forget who you are. But you are going to need a new name so Robert does not kill you. I love you. Mommy loves you so much. You have to make your hair dark like Lyanna's from now on okay sweetheart?" I nodded. I hugged her tightly.

"I love you too." Those were the last words I ever spoke to my mother. Lyanna picked me up and we set off to Rosby. She made me change out of my nice clothes, and into what I can really just describe as garbage sacks sewn into clothes. There was no sigil anywhere, no three headed dragon or anything. They weren't even red in color! Luckily, my silver hair was short, barely able to run a brush through it. Lyanna picked up handfuls of mud and rubbed it in my hair to make my hair look a foul brown, not lovely like hers.

"I'll get some dye and change it properly before I go Daemon. I promise. It can look a lovely black, but you also have to do your eyebrows." I nodded

We arrived in Rosby shortly, and Lyanna picked me up like a mother would a child, got a ceramic jug of black dye, and we went to the blacksmith's place.

"Hello Lyanna, oh! And little Daemon too! Sorry son, I don't have a toy made for you today. And I don't have any orders for you Lyanna, so what does bring you two here?"

"Rodrick, can you hide Daemon from Robert Baratheon? Take him as your son, a new apprentice blacksmith, a new name, everything. I would owe you anything you want if I am still alive by the time this war is done. Please, you have to help, he's just an innocent child." Rodrick the blacksmith rubbed his black greasy beard, his emerald eyes looking at the two of us. "Of course. Son have you picked a name or shall we decide on one?"

I puffed up my chest and tried to look as menacing as a 3 year old could be "Asher Waters" I declared proudly.

"Great, I always wanted a son named Asher." He patted me on the back. I had a 'bath' which was freezing cold, but the mud was out of my hair. Lyanna rubbed the black dye into my head, and then a wet cloth to clean it. She also did the same to my eyebrows, with Rodrick watching, learning how to conceal my identity.

When Lyanna was done changing my hair, which actually did look quite nice as dark as it was, she kissed me on the forehead, and gave me a silver direwolf pendant, one that could be put on a chain, or on a suit of armor, or a cloak. "Never lose this Asher. This isn't a three headed dragon of your house, sadly, you may never be able to see any three headed dragons again. But this direwolf will hopefully protect you, as it has done to my people of the north for centuries. I hope to see you again, but I may not be able to sweetheart. Stay sweet, protecting, bold, kind, like the prince you are." I held onto the pendant as I hugged her. As she turned and left, I turned to Rodrick, my new 'father' and 'master' and resigned myself to my new life.

I started to sort of get a hang of my new life. And then they came. The traitor's army. The rebellion. The great bear of a man, and a slimmer man that resembled Lyanna a bit, just wilder, rougher. They looked like they could both kill me without a second thought. I had my direwolf pendant that Lyanna had given me pinned onto my shirt proudly. The bear spoke first "Blacksmith, sharpen our swords, or I will slit you and your boy's throats" he bent down and stared at me for a long time. "Boy, what's your name?"

I stared back at him, trying to be as brave as I could, but this bear of a man scared me shitless. "Asher Waters"

"Your eyes are lilac boy, do you know what family that eye color belongs to?"

"No clue"

"Where did you get that dire wolf boy?" he roared, picking me up by the front of the shirt, over his head as high as his entire body and arm would let him.

"Lyanna stark picks up the weapons once in a while, she gave that to the boy when he tried to help her carry the weapons out of the shop. Now can you put my boy down before he pisses himself in fear?" Rodrick grabbed my sides and put me back on the ground.

"then here boy, take our swords to the workbench." The bear snarled and threw me his sword, knocking me down. I slung the sword over my back, hunching over. The sword was as big as I was, and was barely an inch off the ground as I hauled it to the workbench.

The slimmer man was much nicer. He set his sword beside the other one, and I saw the hilt with a direwolf head like the pendant I had on my shirt. My eyes grew big and I looked up at him, he gave me a small smile. "Hopefully you will be a great blacksmith someday, just keep trying and as you get older your father will teach you his great craft" this man was very nice.

The next day, they came back for their freshly sharpened swords, I proudly gave the nice man his, while Rodrick gave the bear man his. The bear man huffed and growled as they left. A few days later and we learnt that they had overthrown the king. I learnt that Jaime Lannister had slain the king himself, and the bear man named Robert Baratheon had claimed the throne. The nice man came back through and spent a few days with us, recovering from the war and now a baby in his arms. He left and I dedicated my life to blacksmithing, hearing everything about the king Robert Baratheon and his wife Cersi. I became Asher Waters, all of my proud dragon heritage stowed away like a treacherous secret. I watched as all the heads of my family were spiked on the tower, rotted, and fell off from decay. I watched as his family grew, and the Baratheon name overrun the Targaryen name. I never knew I was going to get into so much dramatic bullshit in the years to come.