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Quick Summary: Daenerys has a choice to make: the love of her life and conqueror of her heart or their unborn child and future of the Targaryens? What if she had never put her unborn son's life on the line for Khal Drogo but had given birth to him, Rhaego the "Stallion who Mounts the World." What kind of life would the two of them had as Daenerys struggles to once more reclaim her rightful place as Queen on the Iron Throne?

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Prologue

He had led her out into the peace and quiet of the mountainside while the moon shone majestically overhead, illuminating their path and bathing them in a faint, silvery light. As they trotted along in silence she stroked the mare, a wedding gift which had delighted her just hours ago, in a desperate attempt to calm her nerves and quieten her heart as it thumped violently against her ribcage.

This was it, this man-creature was about to claim her as his own by taking her virginity and possessing her body in the same way she had seen the other violent, vulgar creatures do to the women of their tribe in the wedding rituals earlier that day. As an observer she had felt sickened at the sight of such degrading acts, now she would be a participant and she was afraid.

Would it hurt? Would she disgrace herself with undignified cries? Would he even care?

She stared at the muscle knotted back riding on the stallion before her and knew that, if he needed to, he could force her. He was a strong man, the finest warrior among his tribe and with his symbolic uncut hair he commanded the unwavering respect of his Khalasar; such status was not achieved by being gentle or unwilling to take what was wanted by force.

She, by contrast, was a thirteen year old girl, petite in frame and gentle by nature. What chance would she even stand?

"I gladly would let the whole Dothraki tribe rape you if it got me back my crown, little sister…" she shivered remembering her brother's words. She would find no aid from her King if she did struggle against this union.

She was a young girl, lost and alone in the hands of destiny. Her family had been overthrown in a bloody battle in the weeks before she had even been born, her mother had died as Daenerys entered the world, she had been raised on foreign soil and weaned on stories of the Targaryen's former greatness and now she was being thrown to the mercy of a man who seemed to her to be more of a barbarian than respectable potential ally to the Iron Throne. In this moment, as the fear of what Khal Drogo was about to do overwhelmed her, she felt utterly powerless.

No! a voice suddenly cried in her head, revealing for the first time an assertiveness she had never been aware of as it bubbled up to the surface in fiery rebellion. I am the daughter and granddaughter of Queens, heir to the great line of Targaryen. I am not powerless, I am Daenerys Stormborn.

Her bright violet eyes blazed as she began to hold her chin up high. That's right, I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen and I will meet this fate with dignity and pride, as is right for a woman of my lineage, she decided at that moment. I will not cower like a child any longer, tonight I become a woman and a Queen.

Moments later Khal Drogo directed his horse to stop at a breathtaking location overlooking the sea. His eyes met hers expectantly and with great control she did not drop her gaze but stared directly into his eyes as she dismounted with a dignity she had not known she possessed.

It was time.

He slowly circled her, his eyes taking in each detail of her appearance; from the way the wind whipped the material of her dress softly about her budding curves to the stray strands of hair playing before her eyes.

"No," he whispered as he tucked the stray hairs gently behind her ears.

Daenerys found herself momentarily caught off guard at the soft tone in his voice and the strange warmth in his eyes.

He circled her some more, gently exploring her body with his rough, callused hands. The sensation was unusual but not at all unpleasant. She looked down at the ground around her feet as she felt a blush creep up on her cheeks.

"No," he whispered again as he took her chin in his hand and tilted it up to face him, gazing intensely into her wide, doe like eyes with an expression she had never seen before.

Then he slowly removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders, causing the flimsy material to flutter lightly to the ground, pooling gracelessly around her ankles.

She had promised herself that when this moment came she would not cower away like a child, yet standing before this man naked made her feel so vulnerable that for a moment she forgot herself and, by instinct, covered up her breasts and private region with her arms. Protecting herself.

A slight frown crossed the Khal's face as he wrapped his large hands around her small wrists and gently pried them away. "No," he admonished as he took in the sight of her standing naked before him, a smile curving his lips slightly.

She gasped and as he began to relieve himself of clothing the panic which she had so valiantly fought down began to take hold of her once more.

"I am a Queen," she tried to tell herself sternly as she watched him pull down his loin cloth, yet this no longer reassured her. Despite her desperate attempt to meet this man with the fierce honour expected of a Targaryen, she was horrified to find tears escaping and running down her cheeks as she thought of what was about to happen. What he would do to her.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into her eyes as the tears streaked down her face. Another frown creased his brow as he reached out his thumb to carefully wipe away the streaks of water from her soft skin.

"No," he whispered sadly, shaking his head at her fear. He wished he could better communicate to her that he did not want to harm her.

He took her soon after that and while it was slightly uncomfortable and painful at times, he was not anywhere near as rough as the men she had witnessed from his tribe at their wedding feast. In fact, he had been gentle and caring throughout the entire ordeal, shocking her with his concern.

And it was done. She was now no longer the fearful and unsure young girl who had been so easily dominated by her brother, but a woman and a Queen.

The fire in her belly had been awoken and it promised to engulf all of the seven kingdoms before it was through.

House Targaryen was not so easily broken.

A/N~ Thanks so much for reading guys.
This is my first ever fanfiction piece so any feedback on what I could do to improve would be so much appreciated!