Prologue
Tradition has always been the backbone of society, but tradition can get me killed. Sansa thought as she stared in disbelief at her left wrist and lightly ran her fingertips over the elegant letters as she knelt in the Godswood.
"I hope it's Joffrey," she excitedly told her mother as she arranged her hair for the welcoming banquet. "He's so handsome and one day will be King."
"It doesn't really matter, darling," Catelyn replied. "Everything'll work out as well as it possibly can in the end."
Sansa remained silent. Father had received the name of some lowborn girl on his wrist, and then, she died of a fever not long after her sixteenth name day. Mother was not so lucky and found father's younger brother's name after he had already joined the Night's Watch. Perhaps it really wasn't wise of the ancients to allow the gods to place the names of those closest to being their soulmates on their wrists during puberty. At least the names fade not long after they are revealed, and most people don't bother to know what the names are, which decreases the likelihood of anyone using spirit oil to reveal the names. Such things are great boons to those with less than acceptable names for the person who is best for them.
She looked again at the fading name imprinted on her skin:
Daenerys Targaryen
A/N: This idea refused to leave me alone since popping into my head in the middle of the night last week, so here is the beginning. I hope it's been enough to whet your appetite. Unlike my other stories, I think I'll only be updating this one twice a month or only once a month. That is if it decides to leave me alone enough to work on my other fics. Anyway, enjoy, comment, ect.
I don't own Game of Thrones. I only came up with the plot of this fanfic.
