Daenerys

The fleet was eight hundred ships strong. Dany flew above her army atop Drogon's black and red, scaly back. Her saddle nestled on his long, serpentine neck on top of his blood red spinal scales. Viserion and Rhaegal twirled and spun like dancers alongside their 'Mother'.

She swooped down to land. She had taken up residence on the largest warship in the fleet (big enough to hold three adolescent dragons) that she had renamed Aegon the Conqueror.

"Your Grace!", Daenerys turned in her to look at the voice's owner as Drogon landed on the deck. It was Tyrion hobbling on his stunted legs "Your Grace. May I ride the lovely Viserion. He is so beautiful when the light hits those gold horns of his that I could not resist asking."

"You have my leave, but we shall see what the my child thinks of you", she called Viserion down. He landed on the forecastle of the ship, smoke puffing from his nostrils. She walked over to him. He nuzzled her with his fiery hot head, molten gold eyes staring at her affectionately, "Bring one of the dragon saddles" she commanded. Grey Worm brought one of the newly made saddles. It was a beautiful saddle, made entirely of ivory. Scenes of the Conquest were carved into its sides, a white feather pillow sewn to the top. She strapped it to Viserion's back. Tyrion came close and held a hand out to the dragon. Viserion took an immediate liking to the dwarf. This is a surprise, Daenerys thought, my children are usually very shy around people they do not know well. A shy dragon (from what Dany had observed) was an aggressive dragon that roars and spits fire. To see Viserion being friendly towards Tyrion was such a joyous event, that Daenerys almost danced.

The Imp climbed onto the saddle, his small legs barley in the stirrups. Daenerys jumped onto Drogon's back with such ease that it must have looked as thought she had been riding dragons for years, when she had only just started. The two dragon riders bounded forward and leapt into the sky. Tyrion laughed and shouted with delight "wait until me sweet sister sees me. She will be seething with loathing and so will my father in is his grave!"

Even though Daenerys had an enormous fleet, the army was only a hundred thousand. She had heard rumours of another Targaryen, her nephew Aegon, who had hired the Golden Company and had an alliance with Dorne. His army was not as big as her's… yet. Dany had the armies of Qarth, Meereen, Bravvos, Pentos and Lys as well as her eight thousand Unsullied but these places were not part of Westeros. To win the trust of Westeros she needed a Westerosi army or at least some men of the Seven Kingdoms. Aegon was the son of the beloved Prince Rhaegar, her long dead brother who was the heir to the Iron Throne. Most of the Houses that have stayed loyal to House Targeryen would flock to their Prince's son not to his would give him an army larger or equal to hers and all made of Westerosi. He is officially the heir to the Throne but I have dragons. Her best option was to marry Aegon and let him ride Rhaegal. Her green dragon was the smallest of the three but more agile and still very strong.

"How are you enjoying the ride?" she asked Tyrion.11

"I love the wind, the sun and Viserion!"

"I am so glad to…"

"LAND HO!" Daenerys looked down. The captain of the ship was pointing. She looked and there it was; Westeros. She swooped down to the deck, The Imp right behind her. She ran to the front of the ship and stared in awe. All her life she had been searching for a way home and finally she had reached it with an army to claim what her brother never did.

It took a good part of the day to find a sufficient landing point, offload all the supplies and set up camp. They had landed in the Stormlands, near Tarth in Shipbreaker's Bay. Daenerys went into her tent and dressed appropriately for the weather (which was cold and stormy). She chose a pale red woollen gown with black fur trimmings around the edge of the drooping sleeves and the high collar. She slipped on black doe skin gloves and black fur cloak lined with red silk. She had her Dothraki handmaids brush out her silver-gold hair. She rested her new crown amongst her lazy curls. The crown was three dragons twined together, wrought in onyx with ruby eyes, horns and spinal scales. She looked like a perfect Targaryen queen. Dany strode out of her red silk tent.

"I am out to wonder the woods. Please come and find me if something is amiss" she told the guard. She left him and went to the stables from where she brought her silver horse and rode out of camp. All sound was muffled under the canopy of pine needles. It was humid and misty as well. No snow had fallen yet but it was clear that it would soon. It is so different to the forests in Essos. As she rode through the forest she came across something she thought was only found in the North. Its face peered out at her seeing nothing, yet seeing everything. Its white trunk and blood red leaves rose up towards the sun. The wierwood was amazing, huge.

"A Targaryen"

"Who is there!" Dany turned around but there was no one.

"A Targaryen"

It's the Old Gods Dany thought, or I'm going mad. She circled the tree and there behind the wide trunk was a girl… but her hair was leaves… and her skin was dappled like a deer in the sun. Her eyes were like Viserion's. "Are you… children…forest…a…a"

"Yes. I am a Child of the Forest" her voice was like the bubbling of a fresh stream, but it was wise and mature. It was now clear to Daenerys that the 'child' was not a child at all but a fully grown adult. It's just that her race was short and dainty. The 'child' stood up. She touched Dany's cheek softly.

"You my friend are destined for greatness, I see it in your eyes. Do not fear I will be with you like a shadow to light your way to your rule…on one condition. You let my people live and prosper in your forests and you never cut down a wierwood."

"I promise" Dany was surprised and fascinated by this being, "do you have a name?"

"My name is long and complex but I have been known as Leaf. I have been sent to guide you and mentor you in the ways of the histories of the dragons and your people."

"But isn't you race supposed to be dead?"

"We are few but we still live and we have followed you through your life as well as your ancestors and their dragons."

"I thank you Leaf"

"Your Grace!" Dany saw the guard running towards her

"Come with me Leaf."

"I shall stay in the trees but I shall always be close and I shall visit you in your dreams. Now go, take your horse and ride back to your camp. You will be surprised with what you find." Leaf climbed the white tree, disappearing into the canopy of red.

"Your Grace come quick!"

"What is it?" Dany was beginning to worry.

"The green one" the guard turned and ran back the way he came. Dany galloped after him. What has Rhaegal done now?

When she arrived in camp, the crowds had gathered around a dip in the ground. She slid off her silver horse and strode through the people. In the dip she found Rhaegal curled up. The dragon lifted his head to reveal something that left Daenerys shocked for days to come. Nestled there with Rhaegal, were three dragon eggs. One was deep blue with swirls of silver on its surface, one purple with flecks of gold and the last one was pure white. Leaf was right. I am very surprised. Rhaegal is a female!

"Start a fire" Dany said "we need to hatch some more dragons".