I don't own the A song of Ice and Fire saga, nor do I own Game of Thrones.

Fair warning, this is a mess. Read at your risk.

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chapter zero --

daenerys targaryen

THERE'S three thing you must understand first before anything.

One: she died. Yes, she died. As in stop breathing, stop living kind of died. And it was quite stupidly, might she had but she's over it.

Two: she was reborn. Came out of another woman's vagina (holy shit, she wished she didn't remember that) into another world and as someone completely different.

Three: well, to just . . . put it out there . . . well, she's Daenerys Targaryen.

Crazy, huh? Should she start from the beginning?

Well, let's just say that being a careless nineteen year old with no job and living in New York wasn't one of her best choices in living and she wasn't exactly the most careful handling the drugs she'd take and she knew that joining drugs and alcohol wasn't the best thing to do and, well, here she is.

That's all in the past now, she supposes. Now that life being, quite literally, a past life.

She hadn't lived a great life. She had been happy with it though. Went to college, met a couple of people that she truly enjoyed being with and then, like most college students, lost herself in parties and just screwing up her life with alcohol and one night stands and etcetera, etcetera. She still can remember every disappointed face her mom would make when she'd stumble inside her house, completely hammered and high, can still hear her sighs and how she just . . . gave up on her completely. Not surprised, of course. Her mom didn't have to deal with her, after all.

Overall, her life was a complete mess because of yours truly.

And then, there was the thing. The being reborn part.

She never really thought about it, never cared enough to even read or search about it, never believed it. But she knows, because let's be honest; there isn't much to know about what it's about to be said but being reborn as a fictional character isn't possible.

Fictional characters are exactly that; fictional, products of someone's imagination and being reborn as George R. R. Martin's Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains was definitely supposed to not happen, not possible, a big No.

But here she is, with the name Daenerys Targaryen given to her by the dying, very first woman who she had woken up from death to see.

Here she is, watching through the window the sunset being the towers of Pentos. There were red priestess' singing with fires going but she didn't really care that much on the details of the city. Her white hair was lightly waving in the wind and her lilac eyes were staring but not really seeing the city.

She had time to freak out (years and years and she had screamed so much. And laughed too, but mostly scream. In anger, confusion and pain. Her brother, she recalled, did not like any of that.) so by now she's grown used to people calling her by her name or weird titles. Well, used to isn't really true but she's getting used to everything.

Well, as used to as she can get, according to the circumstances.

(She'll never be really used to.)

And now, back to the present, according to the storyline, Viserys (who, holy shit, was as bad as he was described. She can't even think about him with shuddering because holy shit, that motherfucker needs to die as quickly as possible. She'd find a way to do it. Somehow.) would be getting inside any moment now to give her the dress that she'd be wearing for her meeting with Khal Drogo, who she really liked in the series. He wasn't the most . . . nicest in the bunch but in this world, no man really is but if she gets him to like her, then she'd have protection and an army.

And dragons. Can't forget about the dragons. If she's gonna live in this world and in the body of the Mother of Dragons, it won't be without Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal. Daenerys is called a Mother of Dragons for a reason.

Dany - because holy shit, she is Dany - looks away from the window at the sound of approaching footsteps and there he is. Viserys is holding a white fabric in his arms and she takes a deep breath before she goes to his side. He's saying something but she can't really stand to hear him talk so she just focuses on the dress and how fucking transparent in is. Fucking shit, these people really have no shame.

It's gonna be hard for her to get used to that.

". . . ch it. Feel the fabric."

She does and it is soft. It felt like touching clouds. Not that ever really did it but it feels like what it'd be like to touch clouds.

He says things that she already knows but she pretends that she's focusing on him and not on how she just him gone and when he's lightly touching and tracing her breasts, she just wishes she could cut off his head or burn him really. She supposes that that'll happen in the future. Or sooner than anyone thinks, really.

When he's finally, finally gone, Dany breathes in and out.

A couple of girls - slaves, Viserys calls them but she doesn't and never will call them that - enter after him and she realizes that it's to wash her. Shuddering, Dany makes her way to the big tub with the scorching hot water and takes off her gown, letting it fall down. One foot touches the water and it doesn't feel hot at all. She knows it's hot because one the handmaiden's exclaims, "It's too hot, my lady!" but it doesn't feel like it. It feels . . . normal.

Dany takes a deep breath and plunges herself inside the water.

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And here I am, plunging myself into OC/Self-Insert territory and making a mess as I go.

Also, this is just a small prologue per say.