"The Stallion Who Mounts The World."
"A prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!"- Daenerys Targaryen.
Chapter One: Where is my son?
The birth had been a blur for Daenerys, all she could remember was intense pain and chanting that almost sounded like some sort of harmony. Through out the birth, she kept wandering in and out of consciences though thankfully she was able to push the babe out before blacking out completely. The last sound she heard was the crying of a new born babe, and an audible gasp of horror, before she could question what the problem was the darkness of sleep engulfed her.
When she finally awoke from that sleep, the first person she saw sitting besides her was Ser Jorah, he always seemed to be there when she needed him , though she had to admit…she was disappointed. She was half expecting Drogo to be up and about, perhaps with their newborn son in his arms, she held much confidence in the witch who was to save him.
"Ser Jorah?" she muttered as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, though Jorah was quick to be at her side.
"Gently." he whispered softly.
"My son, where is he? I want him." she whispered weakly.
Daenerys could tell by the look upon Jorah's face there was indeed a problem, his face was that of concern and sadness. What did he have to feel sad for? Did her son not make it? No, that couldn't be the case…she had done much to make him strong, surely he would have survived his birth.
"Where is he?" she demanded, a bit more force in her tone.
"The boy lived, but…" Jorah trailed off as he reached out to place his hand gently on hers.
"But…what?" she demanded.
"But the boy, is not like most children, my princess." he said in a low tone, his face confused as if he was trying to think of the right words to say. "The boy is-"
"Monstrous." Mirri Maz Duur said simply from the entryway of Daenerys's tent, a little bundle in her arms. "Twisted. I drew him forth myself. He is scaled like a lizard, with the stub of a tail and small leather wings like the wings of a bat. When I touched his flesh, his skin heated like a great fire." her gaze then shifted down to the babe in her arms as she let out a sigh. "You knew the price of what you were asking of me." she said simply, as if the price was known all along.
"Give him to me." Daenerys snapped, holding out her arms expectantly.
Mirri Maz Duur shared a glance with Jorah before complying, and resting the small bundled babe into the awaiting arms of it's mother.
Daenerys smiled softly as she felt the weight of the babe in her arms, she then slowly reached out to brush the blanket away from his face, only to be shocked at what they saw was true. Daenerys studied the child intently with her violet gaze, her shaking delicate forefinger reaching out to stroke the unusually warm flesh of her child. The more Daenerys thought on his appearance, the more she began to love him. In her eyes, he was absolutely perfect. He looked just like a dragon himself, it was indeed fitting.
"My little dragon." she whispered lovingly as she stroked the babe's soft silver hair, her violet gaze then shifted over towards Jorah who seemed to be watching her just as intently. "My son is perfect, he will be a great khal one day." she said proudly. "Now, tell me of my husband. Has Drogo seen him yet?" she asked curiously.
The tent fell silent when she spoke her husband's name, that only filled her with unease. Fear began to cease her as she glanced between the two figures standing above her, she wished to the seven that her husband was not dead…Rhaego could not be without a father.
"Where is Khal Drogo?" she asked between gritted teeth. "Show him to me."
Mirri Maz Duur nodded her head curtly, as her gaze shifted between Daenerys and the babe within her arms. "Very well. Come, lady. I'll take you to him." she said simply, her head held up high as if she had done no wrong.
As Daenerys slowly got to her feet, Jorah reached out to assist her, his gaze shifting down to the monster of a babe resting peacefully in her arms.
"My princess, perhaps you should leave the child….it might upset the others." he advised, he did not mean to come off as rude, but whispers began to circulate the past few hours. They all spoke of the hideous monster their Khaleesi birthed, and how the babe was cursed just as she.
"Rhaego is not leaving my side, Ser." Daenerys said sharply as she looked down at her sweet baby lovingly, she honestly didn't have a care of what the others might think. This was her sweet little baby boy, the great stallion who will mount the world! In just a few moments this child became her world, how dare he imply such horrid things of his future king.
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Daenerys felt betrayed, her husband was not at all how she imagined. He lived, but then again he didn't, Drogo could not move nor speak, she wasn't even sure if her Suns and Stars could hear her words nor see their child when she presented the babe to him. Drogo merely sat there with a blank expression upon his face, and it was all because of that witch. She had taken her Suns and Stars from her, she was a fool for trusting such a wicked being.
Though, what she herself did to her husband was no better, but alas it needed to be done. She felt her heart break and crumble in two when she smothered what live he had out of his still body. She didn't know what more she could do, by killing Drogo she set him free, she felt it cruel to keep him alive if that is what one could call it.
Daenerys looked down at the babe in her arms, a gentle smile caressing her lips as she rocked Rhaego gently. She was sure Drogo would have loved him if he was in his normal living state, she knew deep down in her heart he wouldn't have judged sweet little Rhaego by his unusual appearance, he would have been proud.
"Your father was a brave man, my sweet child." she said softly as she caressed the babe's unusually warm cheek with her index finger. "I expect you will be just as brave, my dragon. You will mount the world, just as they foreseen." she whispered softly. Another sad smile gracing her lips as the babe reached out to enclose her index finger within his tiny heated grip.
Though she was soon pulled out of her thoughts by the voice of Jorah coming from the entrance of her tent. "The pyre is ready, my princess." he whispered in a low tone, a hint of disapproval coming from his voice.
"Very well." she said formally as she stood from her seat on the floor, clutching the babe protectively to her breast as she followed Jorah out of the tent and towards the great pyre waiting for her.
As she stood before the great pyre built at her command, she couldn't help but stare at Drogo's body as sadness ceased her though as she felt Rhaego stir within her arms the sadness disappeared as she gazed down upon him lovingly, such a king he would be.
"Drogo would have no use for dragon eggs in the night lands. Sell them, you could return to the free cities and live as a wealthy woman for all your days." Jorah said softly.
"They were not given to me to sell." she said sternly as she rocked the babe in her arms contently.
"Khaleesi, my queen. I vowed to serve you, obey you, to die for you if need be. But let him go, I know what you intend. Do not." Jorah begged as he took a step closer to her.
Daenerys arched an eyebrow as she looked up at him, holding Rhaego closely to her breast. She knew what she was planning sounded like pure insanity, but her heart was telling her great things would come of it. She had planned to walk straight into the fire, with Rhaego in her arms. Her heart told her the fire would not harm them, for fire cannot kill a dragon.
"We must, you do not understand." she said softly, her lips curling up into a small smile.
"Do not ask me to stand aside as you and your son climb on that pyre! I will not watch the two of you burn." he said hoarsely.
"Is that what you fear?" Daenerys smiled softly, did he truly care for her and her son that much? She then leaned forward, stretching up on her toes as she placed a soft kiss upon his scruffy cheek causing Rhaego to let out a whine of annoyance within her arms. Her violet gaze then shifted down towards her son, making sure all was well before turning her attention to her Khalasar. "You will be my Khalasar, I see the faces of slaves, I free you! Take off your collars, go if you wish for no one will stop you." she called out loudly, though the people merely stared without word. "But if you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters. As husbands and wives."
Daenerys had to admit, she was a bit uneasy when few of the people began to leave though she did not let it show, she told them they could…and she planned on honoring that statement. "Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre." she said softly, her gaze not leaving Rhaego's. It made her heart swell with joy as her child looked up at her in absolute wonder. "I am Daenerys Stromborn, of House Targaryen, of the blood of old Valyria, I am the dragons daughter! And this is my son, your khal! Rhaego, the stallion who will mount the world!" she announced proudly. "And I swear to you, that those who would harm you will die screaming." she said sternly, she could have sworn she seen a hint of a smile upon her baby's face.
"You will not hear me scream!" Mirri Maz Duur called out.
"Oh, but I will." Daenerys said sternly, as she placed a loving kiss upon Rhaego's unusually warm forehead.
As Jorah returned to her side, he hesitantly handed her the torch which she took, carefully balancing her baby in her other arm. She then slowly lowered the torch, pleased at how fast the pyre caught fire. It was a glorious sight to see indeed, even Rhaego seemed mesmerized by it.
She watched on as the witch began to chant, trying to distracting herself from pain scorching her being, though soon her chants turned into screams, which pleased Daenerys very much. She knew that woman could not hold back her screams as she said she would.
Daenerys then slowly walked into the fire, her son held close to her. As the fire caressed and danced around her skin, it felt almost soothing. And she could tell by the look upon her son's handsome little face, that he felt the same as she. They were two dragons, the fire would embrace them, it would not harm them.
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The great fire continued to burn until the breaks of morning, and Daenerys and her son did not move from the flames until it was reduced to ash around them, covering them head to do in soot. The fire had completely burnt her dress clean off, as did it burn Rhaego's blanket…but that was the least of their worries, the fire had kept them warm all night. And as they sat within the fire, they watched on as their dragon eggs hatched into magnificent beasts, Rhaego now had three brothers.
Daenerys looked up as she heard footsteps, she could see the shocked look upon Jorah's face as he regarded her. He had only thought they were to die in that fire, but how many times did she have to tell him? They were dragons, fire could not harm them. Her gaze then shifted from Jorah as she gazed down lovingly at her son, who happened to be fast asleep in her arms, the dancing fire lulled the child to sleep as if it were playing a silent lullaby only he could hear.
Jorah looked down upon his Queen and her son, only to be shocked. As she said, the fire did not harm them. They were all well and alive, though it seems the fire had hatched the dragon eggs much to his surprise. As the three small dragons crawled over their mother and brother, Jorah fell to his knees.
"Blood of my blood." he whispered, still in shock.
Daenerys then slowly stood from her spot on the ground, all that could be heard was silent gasps of surprise and the cooing sound of her dragons. She looked on as her people fell to their knees before her. Her lips twitched up into a smile as she looked down at her son, her dragons screeching in joy at their birth. This was the hope she needed to go on, after this night she knew…that one day she and her son will be sitting upon that iron throne.
A/N:
This is just a little thing I have come up with, for a year now I've been roleplaying as my own version of Rhaego on a roleplaying sight. And for the longest time, I wished to write a fan fiction about my version of him should he have lived, but I couldn't think of a plot. So, I decided I would make a fan fiction filled with random drabbles about Rhaego's life, childhood and adulthood. I really hoped you like this little collection of drabbles. (:
-EverLastingXLove