I don't own Game of Thrones. Only the OC.

14 June 1986

P.O.V. Daeron

It has been many years since I left Westeros. Many years I lived in Westeros, I am both a warg and a green seer. I had many dreams about the future but it was mostly ones about my future and the of my dearest sister Rhaella. I painted countless painting of my future family, my future wife possesses hair as dark as the evening sky and eyes as bright the morning sky.

My desire to find her grew every day I painted, Rhaella understood my desire to leave. I told her all about my vision, about that the woman I dreamed of was from another world. I told her about my children, my grand-children. She always listens with great interest. I warned her about her future, and what would happen. She told me she will do her best to deal with it.

I prepared in advance, and had all my supplies needed. Most importantly I brought my Dragon egg that my family believe that they have been turned to stone by the passage of time, but I knew they were not, and I brought with me the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister that belong to my ancestor Queen Visenya Targaryen the older sister of King Aegon I Targaryen's and one of his two wives. People believed the blade was lost forever, I also did until I found I one day.

In the Year 251 AC, I left the palace with my sister to the Great Sept of Baelor with everything I packed. I said my last goodbye to her, and then she stood by me as I prayed to the gods the take me to her.

My prayers were granted; I've been 5 years married to the beautiful Julianne Fenwick. It been 5 years since that day I left, I miss Rhaella but I never regretted it.

Now I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my first born to be born.

The doctor walked out. "Mr. Targaryen."

"yes" I answered.

He smiled at me "Congratulation, you have a baby girl."

I smiled "thank you, Doctor."

I walk in the hospital room and saw my beautiful wife holding are daughter.

I walk over to her and placed a soft kiss on her brow.

Julianne looked up at me "Do you want to hold her?"

I nodded as I took my child out of her arms and cradle her into mine. My child looked like a true Targaryen. Her hair was white as winter snow, and eyes like amethyst. She is beautiful. She fell asleep quite quickly. I just smiled as I cradle her closer to my chest. I then notice a birthmark on the back of her left shoulder, it was about the size of half of my thumb. The birthmark was a small 7-point star.

"She need a name?" my wife whispered to me trying not disturb our sleeping daughter.

"I already have one." I said to her, remembering the deal I made with Rhaella.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Saelarya. When I was child I made a deal with my sister Rhaella. That she would pick a named for my future daughter, and I would pick one for her. I chose the name Daenerys and she chose Saelarya. I'd like to keep that promise." I told her.

"Saelarya" she whispered. Then she smiled. "Saelarya. Saelarya Targaryen. I love it."

I smiled at my wife in her response, then I looked at my daughter.

"Hello my little zaldrīzes." I whispered to her. (Dragon)

I walked toward the window and looked up into the dark night sky as a red comet crosses it.

As I hold her I knew that she will change fate of world. For she was chosen.

She was dragon, a dragon mark by the 7 faith.

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