Daenerys
Daenerys Targaryen, the last living child of the mad king sat at top of the pyramids of Mereen. She has conquered many cities and Mereen being the last. With her free Unsullied soldiers march at her back, she became a force to be not to be wrecked.
Today, Dany was at the great arena of the city to watch warriors from different land kill each other, much to Dany's disgust. If given another chance she would've disagreed, but try as she may she must legalized murder for entertainment.
The people cheered loudly as the fighters entered. Tall, short, thing, broad and all different kinds of men entered. They held their swords and spears, and faced the queen with determination.
"We will fight and die for you, oh glorious queen" they all exclaimed. Dany sighed, with a clap of her hands, the crowd erupted as the fighters faced each other. One by one they swung and stabbed each other. Swords and spears started to be coated with the blood of the fallen. The queen tried to leave but due to traditions, the leader must watch till the end.
As Dany forced herself to watch, she noticed a cloaked fighter by the outer part of the battle. He just stood there, watching them, with only a shield in his hand. But then another fighter charged at him with a spear, he side stepped to the side only missing by an inch and slammed the shield on the attacker's head, knocking him out cold.
" I think it's about time I end this" she heard the mysterious fighter said. He then drew out a long sword with an indigo colored guard and handle. Slowly he walked through the heat of the battle, carefully cutting them at a precise place. Then suddenly almost all the fighters trembled to the ground, out cold.
Dany was amazed by the man's skill. She turned to Tyrion, her trusted adviser and gave her a knod. The man walked up in front of the queens stage and bowed.
" Your grace," the queen then noticed the almost childish voice of the fighter.
"Why don't you show us yourself and let us see the winner shall we" Tyrion said with a wine glass in hand. The fighter took off his tattered cloak revealing a young man, more like a boy, with dirty blonde hair and slight tan skin. Dany stared at the boy with curiosity, it was something about that boy, that makes her familiar.
"What is your name boy" Dany asked with a soft voice.
"Link, your grace " the boy smiled goofishly. Dany returned it with a warm smile.
"a bastard?" Tyrion asked.
"I don't really know, I am an orphan, and I never met my parents" Link said
Link
The hero of time stood before the queen and her council as they questioned him with amusing questions. Though, the queen was nice to him, it made him remember Saria.
"a bastard?" the small man asked. Link's eyebrows scrunched tying to remember what bastard means.
"I don't really know, I am an orphan, and I never met my parents" he said with a sad smile. Growing up without any parents or relatives is hard especially for him, being alone all his life. Which was why he was here in front of the queen. He was searching for his long lost mother.
"How old are you?" the queen asked out of curiosity.
"13 your grace" Link replied with a shy smile. The council's eyes grew in shock of how young the boy was.
"You are clearly very young, but you handled that sword like any man who fought and lived through many wars, how is that so?" Tyrion said. Link thought for awhile before smiling again. "I guess I just made my own style of fighting to survive"
Tyrion smiled and knodded to the queen to go on. Daenerys stood and said,
"Since you are the victor, what is it that you desire Link?" the queen asked with smile lingering on her face. "is it wealth, lands, power, women, name it and it shall be yours." Link's face became red at the last part. " I don't need any of those, I just want to talk in private with the queen"
"So be it, but if you try to do anything foolish, my dragons will burn you to bone"
Link and Daenerys sat in front of each other in a small round table. Link wore new set of clothes, a light blue tunic and brown pants. He was also bathed and his hair combed and showed the blondness in it. His weapons were taken for the time being, since he was with the queen.
"So what is it that you have to talk about in private, boy?" Dany asked pouring wine to two goblets.
"As I have already told you, I am an orphan, and I came here to look for my mother." Link began. The queen slightly shifted uncomfortable in her chair.
"What does that have to do with me?" Link then took something from his pocket. A small necklace that had a ruby gemstone on a small dragon. Dany recognized the necklace.
"Where did you get this?" Dany asked as Link gave her the necklace.
"My guardian said that my mother gave it to me before I was taken from her" Dany's heart started to pound, could it really be true? That her son was alive and that Jorah lied to her? Link noticed the queen's distress.
"Is everything alright, your grace?"
"This necklace belonged to me, and my mother before." Dany said, looking at the jewelry. Link looked at her with a confused look.
"And I only gave it to my child after giving birth." Link's eyes widen so as his mouth. Dany then looked at him, tears starting to fall from her eyes. She stood up and hugged Link, with love. Link was freezed to bone, he was to shock at the moment, but his arms moved on their own and hugged the queen back.
"Oh my son, I can't believe you're alive." Dany cried on his shoulder. "I wish I may not wake up, only to know that this is a dream"
"Don't worry mother" Link said savoring word. "This is all reality, and I'm right here standing in front of you."
"You've grown so big and strong like your father" Dany said remembering her husband.
"My father? Where is he then" Link asked
"His name was Khal Drogo, the chieftain of the dothraki. But after you were born, he died" Link fell sad that he will not meet his father. Then the hero remembered that he doesn't know his mother's name yet.
"What is your name mother?" Dany smiled and straightened herself.
"My name is Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen, the heir to the iron throne and the seven kingdoms, and you are my son, a Targeryen and my living heir"