This is my first fanfic. After reading and re-reading the ASOIAF series again and again, I have come to the realisation that I *hate* what GRRM, amazing as he is, has done to some of the characters. Viserys, for example. He shouldn't have died. Ever. So this is my little way of mending my broken heart, and bringing Viserys back to life and with Dany in the way that he always should have been for those of us who can never get enough Targaryen love. I hope you enjoy it, please do review!


Dany nodded at Ser Barristan. "You are right, Ser. It is time my children and I went home."

That night she addressed Mereen. "I am your queen, but another country awaits me and my dragons. I will give Mereen back to itself, for I am returning to Westeros. I will take my Unsullied with me, but my Brazen Beasts will remain here, the new guards of Mereen."

"And us, Mother?" a freedman called out. Drogon reared his head from where he lay coiled on the balcony and sent a sudden jet of flame hissing into the air. Dany smiled. He grew stronger every day.

"All who can fight are welcome to join us, men and women. Only the strong will survive this march." Dany looked down at her freed people, and her heart broke a little to be leaving them behind, but she knew it was what must be done. Westeros awaited her, falling into rack and ruin, torn apart by war.

She had been thinking of the prophecy, too. When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When Dany left the east and returned to Westeros, her home. When she and her dragons ruled her kingdom once more, her womb would quicken with Viserys' child.

Viserys appeared behind her then, and pulled at her arm. "Come back inside, sweet sister. I want you."

Dany smiled, joyously. Viserys was changed, so changed, since the death of her sun-and-stars. He told her the truth, about all those years – how much he loved her, how much he had feared he would lose her, and had tried to distance himself from her, to prove to them both that he didn't need her. How he had lost her, to Drogo. But now she was his again, as she always should have been. And he grew closer to Viserion every day. Daenerys dreamed of the day when they would fly together on dragonback, over the sea to their kingdom, to rule as the rightful king and queen.

She turned away from the balcony, back into the pyramid, and Viserys traced her cheekbone with his thumb, bending to nip her lower lip with his teeth as she leant backwards into the bed…..