Who else is royally piss? Well, I am and this is how I would want to continue with the last dragon.

Drogon knew one thing and that was fire and rage. He was the last dragon. His mother and brothers are gone and he is alone.

The last dragon of the realm.

It seemed like he has been flying years. Really he has only been flying for the long cloudy day. The fire billowed in the pit in the pit of his stomach. He roared a mighty roar as a sight finally came into view.

Valaria.

He landed softly. His mother was cold. He lowered his snout and nudge his mother. Daenerys Targaryen didn't get up. The dragon whimpered, the bellow rumbling the rocks around him.

He curled around his mother and laid with her.

Thump

...

thump

Red eyes looked up to a pale figure. Bright hair framed a face that would forever be one he lives for.

A hand lifts from the figure and gently touches his small head."Blood of my blood, fire and blood."

A squeak came from his body.

The figure... mother... gave him a name.

"My Drogon."

thump

...

Thump

Red eyes looked at this being that looks back at him with the eyes of his mother.

The babe was small.

Drogon gave the tiniest of licks to the babe covered in the cold blood of his mother.

His brother.

His mother said once before his brother cost three lives, one for each of them.

His mother left him with life to save.

The babe watches his dragon brother lick him clean, never crying for he wasn't alone.

For a Targaryen alone in the world is the worse thing to happen.

Let me mourn people.