The Flight with Dragons

The Dragons have conquered Westeros once, will they do it again? AU

This is Chpater 1 but rewritten, this is more like an epilogue but I still hope you enjoy it.

The Golden Company were going to swear their swords to me, in both victory and defeat, it is said that their words are as good as gold.

I had to dine with them and negotiate with them, I wonder if every one of the soldiers that will fight with me will ever know what they are fighting for, or will they die for no cause without even knowing why they are fighting, What do I know of war? Not much. But I know that loyalty cannot be entirely bought.

I had to force a smile, at the Irony, I was galloping on a beautiful Palfrey, my hair curled and perfumed, wrapped in a fine cream stola, the image of good birth and power while the chief in command Harry Strickland was in tatters, yet no doubt more powerful than me by ten-fold. Appearances do indeed deceive.

I am the daughter of Maelys the Monstrous the rightful king of Westeros and a woman, a woman that I will never have the honour of meeting, she had my dark black -purple eyes they say, 'Was she a Targaryen?' I would ask,' we do not know child' they would say.

Alannys Harlaw was as good as a foster mother could have been and Theon and Asha good friends, however none could recover my old life, my life at Dragonstone.

Lys was a city in which I did not have to color my hair raven to blend in, their silver-gold hair; even brighter than mine and their purple eyes shades of blue and purple than my Black-Purple ones. Blackfyre was at my side the trusty sword of Aegon the Conqueror, all that I had left from my father. The blade of black valyrian steel hasn't had a taste of enemy blood in sixteen years I thought pensively, hopefully it wouldn't have to wait long.

My common sense tells me otherwise, no one taught me how to do as much as hold a sword, let alone wield it. A sword was no woman's weapon.

That didn't stop me though, as I led the soldiers into battle atop Rhaenyras, and burnt the last of the Lannister troops, and with one swoop I flew low enough to slice Robert Baratheon's head with one elegant swish of the sword.

My heart pounded with adrenaline by the time I rose up, however up there waiting for me were three other dragons! Despite my dragon being twice their size one the colour of pale snow advanced towards us as though to greet us but instead with one swoop of its tail it violently attacked Rhaenyras, and despite my best efforts to hold on, I watched my fingers slip off one at a time and as I was hopelessly holding onto its wing, but with one flap of its wing I felt my stomach drop, as I knew I had to let go or both of us would die. But I couldn't.

Hours later...

I woke up in the mids of my dream panting and severely sweaty during the hour of the wolf as the Westerosi say. I loved yet hated my tendancies to have the most vivid of dreams, they were prophetic!

The seven might have sent them or even R'hllor by the rate of what I truly dreamt, fields of fire were a very common recurrence, fire, blood and gold.

The dream that I've just had couldn't be... The result of my ambition of creating an alliance with the Golden Company which was founded by a Blackfyre supporter himself, Aegor Bittersteel.

I have then passed the rest of the night in a daze of reading, embroidering the hem of my silken gown and in daydreams. I wish I could have played the High Harp but have thought against it of fear of waking Saerra of Volantis of one of the last of the blood of a Valyrian house, now in an impoverished house she is a bedwarmer who was like yet another mother to me, I have been in hiding here for a while, in a brothel where no one could wish to find me, if anyone cared to.

But here I shall stay in hiding until I am of an age to be reckoned with, until I buy me sellswords and reclaim my throne. I may be just a mere bastard but I am blood of the dragon and I will take the throne back from that stag!

I will adapt like I have adapted with Lys and the iron islands I will find my allies! It was nearly dawn and the one things that kept me awake was the squirming of Rhaenyras my little violet dragon, the egg that I have stolen from Euron and that I have made the stone masons to replicate and replace, from Old Valyria has the egg journeyed, through the smoking seas, these lands I know are said to have been demon-haunted but who's to say that they are wrong.

After I have fed my dragon and roasted the roasted veal that was left away from my last dinner, I just then realized that this dragon will help me accomplish my feats my throne, fast as Vhagar, brave as Meraxxes and incredible as Balerion it is.

In a couple of moons, I might be able to ride it, it is after all as big as a pony. I lay there almost in a delusional trance almost in a faint due to all the wine that I have drunk. Drifting slowly into a sleep I have prayed that I would not have recurring dreams of the dragon's birth.

Instead I drifted of into a sleep dreaming of the days in Dragonstone when I was chasing along the castle with a lit stick that I pretended was lightbringer saying; I am Azor Ahai! With my best companion Princess Rhaenys and Prince Viserys and the times when the times when most of the royal children have arrived during tourneys or the wedding of Prince Rhaegar and Elia of Dorne.

'Daenyre!' Whispered Serra 'I am going to work child, be careful if you go out in the market, I will be bringing you more stitch to adorn your dress if you may like...

'Thank you Serra I will I promise' I replied

Moments after Serra left the room, Diana appeared through the adjacent door and asked 'do you have a plan or allies? Otherwise you will never land a deal with any sellsword companys'

I sighed 'No! I do not for that matter but they need to follow me, I am the dragon, The iron throne needed to have been my family for the past centuries! Since Daemon Blackfyre received Blackfyre, I do have some allys' I lied however Dorne is taken by my cousins.

'Why Don't you ally yourself with them, the remaining Targaryens' Diana suggested speaking with a tone, that could only convey her inexperience.

'Only if there is no other way, anything for my crown' I added

I sighed and got dressed, 'please look after my dragon until I come back from the market Diana' I replied

And with that I opened the wide door and exposed myself to another bright day full of sunlight and hotness.

AN: if you have any suggestions or you want to see any characters in the future let me know.