For years no one saw them. They only saw those upon a field of black. That was until thirteen years after the war. Thirteen years since the atrocities inside the great keep. Thirteen years since the Kingslayer gave away what was not his to give. I myself have nothing to with this war being only a small child whisked away with the last of the Targaryen's. I myself was not one of them, well not directly anyway. My four times Great Grandmother was Rhaena Targaryen. Both my siblings and I are the last of her descendants from an almost unknown bastard daughter, Alysanne. I might not be one of them but we are one blood.
Little remained of our families wealth, just enough to get to Bravos and be with grandmother's kin. One of the few things that did survive along with us is mother's precious dragon eggs. Try as she might to hatch them, she never could at least not until one abnormally cold night. For some time I have tried to imagine the surprise my mother had after she killed a thief. A thief that knew what they wanted, nothing more then my mother's eggs. In one swift action she grabbed the scoundrel by his throat and removed it with one swift movement. The eggs were safe but now blood soaked and due to the bodies impact, falling down into an open fire. Try as one might to imagine the sheer shock blended with utter joy that these eggs have hatched to produce three young dragons. One of black and red markings, one green and bronze markings and one cream and gold markings.
Two years had pasted since that fateful night and now I believe it is our time to show the power of our great fortune. While flying high upon the great beast of green and bronze enjoying a beautiful Pentos summers day, that is until I spotted a great Dothraki horde marching upon the manor of Magister Mopatis.
"Jelmāzma!"
I stopped on for the moment while the great beast glared down upon the barbaric raiders, " drakarys!"
Suddenly we swooped down upon the horse lords and with a single breath we burnt hundreds, maybe thousands. Those who were not burnt fled in the ensuring chaos. Upon seeing our victory, slowly we landed in front of a certainly worried magister.
"My lord," I bowed in the presence of the cities ruler yet as I began to rise I saw my distant cousins.
"My king, it has been far to long since you left us in Bravos."
"Indeed it has been far to long my brother but I am afraid your dragon as destroyed any hope of our return, to back our kingdom" Oh how the beggar king has not changed….
Suddenly I heard what I thought was Jelmāzma in pain but now she was discovered by my dear cousin Daenerys.
"Hello my dear, are you alright?"
Her face was pale and blank, and yet so many times she tried to speak but to no avail.
"This dear cousin is Jelmāzma and one day to be the great storm to shake Westeros. However it is not our families place to rule."
I quickly turned back towards Viserys, adamant in my words "My king, it is time for you to take what should be yours"
"For what price my cousin."
"Nothing more then fire and blood."
In had been weeks since our reunion and now have landed upon the citadel of King's Landing. However it was the Great Sept where we were needed. Once more we took flight and the closer we got to the sept, the louder was the mob's roar. As we landed the executioner stepped back from his soon to be victim to protect the blond usurper.
" In the name of King Viserys Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm..."
I held my breath only for a moment, glaring at the cowardly lion, "I declare you an usurper and a bastard Joffrey Waters, and I arrest you in the name of the king!"
I unsheathed my blade to cut down his guards plus a startled executioner, stepping further to the cowardly child, I attempted to grab him but the more he struggled, the harder it was. I aim to capture and yet I strike him with the tip of my blade. Blood gushes from the wound and so I lift him with all my strength so I could rip his spin in two.
"Jelmāzma" and without having to speak another word the great beast knew exactly what I wanted, flying high above the keep in search of a safe place to land.
"Now Lord Stark, will you escort our entourage to the throne room."
"And if I refuse dragon rider?"
"If you refuse the orders of the King then you will be imprisoned with the remaining Lannisters."
Knowing that his life would be at risk, Lord Stark escorts the restored monarchy to their rightful place. From there I turn to the Lannister whore and grab her, dragging her towards the dungeons.
"You are going to the place you belong you treasonous cunt! The only thing you will she is darkness until your trial you pathetic little cocksucker…."