(at means one in Dothraki)

The wind swept through her long red hair, the salty air sinking into her pores. A sigh escaped from the girl's mouth as she watched the dark wave's crash into each other. The blue skies with a scatter of white puffy clouds floating in front of the burning sun, shining its ray's onto her skin. The burning heat never bothered the girl; it was a relief, a remedy.

She was a guest to an estate of Magister Illyrio Mopatis, along with her sister Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen. They were somewhere safe, away from war, from all the blood and guts spilling onto the war grounds.

Tomorrow would be the day Daenesella would die inside. Viserys had arranged for both sisters to marry, one for an army, the other for peace.
As the warm wind flew around her body, the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind her. She knew who it was. He liked to tread carefully on thin ice around her. That's what brother's do.

"Ah Daenesella, my sweet sister, I have been looking for you" His voice made her skin crawl.
"I guess standing alone doesn't mean I want to be alone" She spoke with a sarcastic tone before turning around to face her tall skinny brother.
"Tomorrow is an important day for both you and Daenerys; I want to make sure everything is prepared, even if my sister's are not"
"I don't think being prepared is the word Viserys" The brother let out a small cackle before turning serious.
"I am going to miss you sister and your sarcastic tones" he smiled before grazing his finger over her cheek "You are the complete opposite of Daenerys"

Daenesella knew that, everyone knew that. She felt like they were trying to remind her that she was the odd one out.

Daenerys and Daenesella were in fact fraternal twins. But she was the 'different' sister, out of all the Targaryens, simply because of her hair. Her long wavy hair was a deep ruby colour in the dark, but in the sun light it was a brighter scarlet colour. The red colour stood out a mile away. Other's believed she was never a Targaryen, they believed when a pregnant Rhella fled to the island of Dragonstone; the ancestral home of House Targaryen to escape Robert along with Viserys, that another woman fled with them, a pregnant woman. And when they both gave birth and died, they took Daenesella into the family. But truthfully most of the Targaryen family was killed, leaving Rhella, Viserys and her twin girls. The Targaryen girls were born in Dragonstone during a storm.

But sadly, their mother passed after they were born, leaving Viserys, Daenerys and Daenesella as orphans. But as babies, they were taken into exile into the Free Cities by loyal retainers among them, Ser Willem Darry.

After many years spent trying to raise support to retake the Iron Throne, the three siblings were given sanctuary by Magister Illyrio Mopatis in the Free City of Pentos. Both sisters have a dream of finding a peaceful home and somewhere where they no longer have to hide or live in fear. But Daenerys lives in constant fear due to Viserys, but like Viserys said. Daenesella was the opposite.

She smacked his hand away from her cheek, his eyes sparked with fury.
"You may be able to scare and manipulate our sister, but not with me" she warned him, heat rising through her body. She watched his body move, she had taken note of how his body moved when he was scaring Daenerys. He quickly raised his hand, but she was quick enough to grab his wrist.
"Don't even think about it brother" She warned him, teeth gritted together, venom spitting in fury. The tables had turned.
"Let go Daenesella" He ordered, fury and fear leaked in his eyes.
"Are you going to hit me again?" she asked him
"I might!" he responded, a high pitch tone.
"You don't want me to burn you again, Viserys, do you?" she raising her eyebrows, a smirk slowly creeping onto her face.
"Is that a threat sister?" he asked tilting his head slightly, like a dog figuring out something.
"No, it's a promise" she let go of his hand "You don't scare me Viserys, I scare you, because you know what I am capable of" He looked at her not knowing what to say or do.
"Witch" he whispered.
"Maybe, nobody knows, but one day I will find out why fire doesn't burn me, why the heat doesn't bother me, how fire can be manipulated at my is a reason behind it all, and I don't think it has to do with us being Targaryens. Something else, it has to be" she mumbled to herself and turned around facing the water, clutching onto the balcony.

"Maybe, just maybe, you were never a Targaryen, maybe the stories are true" Viserys spoke with a smirk. She turned to face him and frowned.
"You saw me coming out of our mother when she was in labour. Explain that"
"Explain the red hair and the burning" he crossed his arms and looked around sighing. "Get washed, we want you clean on your journey to Winterfell. I am sure the Starks are looking forward to meet a Targaryen, especially you"
Daenesella turned around and looked at her blonde brother. "What about Daenerys?"
"No need to worry your little locks of our sister, she will be married to Khal Drago. I am sure he is going to love her, all the torture from me will only be worse with her new husband"

Daenesella frowned at her brother as he started smiling. She grabbed his wrist and applied some pressure onto his skin, feeling his skin sizzle.

"You love all of this, don't you? Daenerys getting married to a beast who will rape her constantly just because they are married, and I will be peacemaker within the two houses, trust me Viserys. This will all back fire on you. And the day you die, I will spit and dance on your grave" she realised his wrist and watched him groan in pain as he clasped his wrist.
"You burned me!" He shouted in pain "You deserve everything you get Daenesella!"
"Same for you brother, the same for you" she walked away leaving her brother in pain before finding Daenerys in the bath as she entered the room.
"Water looks hot" She spoke gently before walking to the side and sitting on the large marble piece.
"It doesn't bother me" Daenerys spoke gently looking out of the balcony window, the white silk curtains flowing in the wind.
"Nothing does. How can you let him get away from all of it? His words, his touch, how do you do it?"
"I just think of the day he dies" Daenesella was shocked at her sister's words.
"I thought I had a cruel mind" she teased and dipped her finger into the water "I wish it didn't have to be like this. Separating us, marrying us off, it's better than marrying our own brother" Daenesella pointed out.

The Targaryens had been known for the inbreeding, hence the white hair, pale skin, same facial features. Their parents where brother and sister, they were married off and reproduced the last three surviving Targaryen siblings. Perhaps it was because there were two sisters, but deep down, she knew that would never stop their brother.
He wanted the Iron Throne, so he needed an army and peace among the houses. Daenerys would marry Khal Drago for an army; Daenesella would marry Robb Stark for peace amongst the houses, to state 'no hard feelings for killing our family'.

"The day peace amongst the houses arrives will be the day we are dead" Daenerys spoke quietly.
"The day peace amongst our family will be the day our brother is dead" Daenesella responded.
"Don't say that Daenesella, it makes everything worse"
"Might be too late for that" She mumbled. Daenerys raised her eyebrows and let out a soft sigh.
"You burned him didn't you? Daenesella you can't keep doing that"
"What about when he touches you? When he threatens you, 'don't wake the dragon?' He has no dragon, because I am there to protect you"
"I don't need protecting Daenesella"
"The day you say you do, will be too late. We are sisters, twins. We protect each other" she explained "You are scared of Viserys, he is scared of me. He doesn't realise how much you're capable of, soon you will be a Khalessi as they say it in Dothraki language, whatever it is called. He will be prince. Queens always rule" she smiled smirking at her sister. "Admit it, when you become Queen, you can't wait to turn the tables on him"
"Perhaps, we will see how the day unfolds" Daenerys spoke softly as she grabbed the sponge. She then handed the sponge to Daenesella. Grabbing the small ball she dipped it into the water and started washing her sister's back.

Soon Viserys walked in with another man. Maron, one of the advisors of the Magister.
"Ah excellent, my sister's in the same room" Viserys grinned. Daenesella noticed a cloth around his wrist. A small smirk appeared on her face; Viserys noticed this and put his hands behind his back.
"The Magister has placed a dress on each of your beds, get changed. Daenesella is leaving for Winterfell first; the carriage will be ready soon. Rose your hand maiden will be leaving with you" Viserys left the room as Maron stood waiting.
"Go. I will be fine. I will see you shortly" Daenerys smiled at her sister and Daenesella kissed her head in response before leaving the room and heading to her room.
A thick red dress with plaited red and white straps lay on her bed. She sighed and picked up the material and noticed the other layers of clothes.
"I have a feeling Winterfell is called Winterfell for a reason" she bit her bottom lip and removed her dress she was wearing and got changed, feeling the material change. The dress was heavier and a little warmer.

An hour had gone by; Rose had walked in taking everything of Daenesella and walking out with her to the carriage. Both Rose and Maron had placed her belongings into the carriage. Daenerys stood outside with Viserys and the Magister waiting.
Daenerys stood with a sad face, the Magister had a face he wished none of this was happening, and of course, Viserys had a smirk.
She walked over to her sister and pulled her into a hug, holding in the tears.
"I will write to you all the time, tell you everything, I won't let this depart us"
"I won't let it happen, you're my sister, the other half of me" Daenerys spoke pulling her sister closer.
"I love you Daenerys"
"I love you too Daenesella, be safe, avoid burning people" Daenesella let out a small laugh before pulling away from the huge. She turned to the Magister and smiled.
"Thank you for keeping us safe" She spoke kindly before turning to Viserys.
"Goodbye Viserys"
"Don't I get a hug or a kiss?" he asked.
"Never" she spoke with harsh words before giving a small smile to her sister and getting into the carriage. She turned back to look at her sister before the doors closed and her tears fell down her pale porcelain skin.