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A.N-Hey everyone here is a new story part of a series that I am writing called The Daughters of Westeros and The Sons of Thedas. Basically, I gave the story lines of Cousland, Hawke, and Lavellan to three tragic characters in Game of Thrones. So the first story, of course, is Daenerys Targaryen. So I've changed up some of her (and others) backstory based on some fan theories that I have read. The same with the other characters that will later be introduced. So read and review. This story is also found on AO3 under Brie88.
During the worst hurricane of a century, three different women went into labor at the same time. The first was Lyanna Stark-Targaryen. The sixteen-year-old girl was about to give birth in a tower in the desert. Heavy winds and rains raged outside, inside Lyanna battled the pain of birth. Pain burned within her as she pushed out her baby. A sudden calm came over the tower, the eye of the storm was passing over them. A shrill cry of the new life filled the silence, a red babe with white wisps of hair was laid upon its mother's breast. Joy filled Lyanna heart but the new pain came upon her body. Her eyes grew heavy and lightness of her body as her baby was lifted off her. The midwives and maester scrambled around to save the princess' life. The baby was taken to the nursery with her siblings, four-year-old Rhaenys and one-year-old Aegon. Later it was pronounced that Princess Lyanna would bare no more children, but she would live.
"Bring me, my children," She commanded weakly.
With the new babe in her arms, Rhaenys and Aegon on either side of her, Lyanna kissed her babe's head.
"Anna what's my new sister's name," Rhaenys asked touching the babe's head.
"The prince wanted her named Visenya," Arthur Dayne said.
"No that shall not be her name," Lyanna said fiercely.
Lyanna peered down at her daughter, wisps of white and silver graced her head and big lavender eyes looked up at her. Lyanna felt so stupid, she fell in love with Rhaegar Targaryen, with his promises of undying love and what not. He was in love someone else, not her or Elia. He only wanted Elia and her for their abilities to bear children. Elia gave him two and could no longer bare children but he wanted a third child. At the infamous tourney, where she disguised herself as the Knight of Laugh Tree and beat those three arseholes. Rhaegar caught her and covered for her, as the Mad King called for her head. After the tourney Lyanna and the prince exchanged letters, she fell in love with his words. When he came to Winterfell and asked to marry him, she jumped into action without thinking. Marrying the prince was better than marrying that drunken bastard Robert Baratheon. They married on the Isle of Faces; with Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Gerold Hightower, Ser Oswell Whent, and Jon Connington as witnesses. She recalled her wedding night as being uncomfortable, as Rhaegar had her on her stomach and faced away from him in order to take her maidenhead. Later that night drowsy with sleep she had overheard a conversation not meant for her ears.
"She is quite young Rhaegar, are you sure she will be able to conceive." Jon Connington muttered.
"Of course my Griff, Lyanna Stark will give me a daughter. Just think my Griff, Rhaenys is the Fire, Aegon is the Prince that was Promised, and Visenya will be the Ice. The blood of Old Valyria, Rhoynar, and the First Men are the Song of Ice and Fire." Rhaegar advocated.
Through lidded eyelashes, she watched as the two men embraced and shared a passionate kiss. Jon pulled his lover out of the tent so they would not disturb the sleeping girl. Once they were gone, Lyanna kicked off the blankets off her naked body, it was too hot for her in the south. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed. He lied to her, making her fall in love with him all so he could have a child with her. Lyanna didn't care that he was in love with another man, her Nan taught her that love was love, love exceeded gender, nationality, placement of birth (royal, noble, or smallfolk), and religion. Rhaegar lied and used her without even considering her feelings. Now that he was away, Lyanna wanted to go back to Winterfell.
"Shh my she-wolf," a familiar melodic voice fussed as they wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
Lyanna looked up to see a woman with silver-blond hair and mismatched eyes of blue and green. Shiera Seastar smiled sadly at her great-great-great granddaughter, She wrapped her arms around Lyanna as she sobbed. No one knew that Brynden Rivers and Shiera Seastar had a daughter together, Melantha. Unlike her silver-haired parents, Melantha was born with dark red hair that had bronze highlights and emerald green eyes. Brynden had jested that the Riverland blood flowed strongly in their daughter. Melantha was given to Bryenden's cousin to protect her from Aegor, their brother who would have killed Melly just to hurt Bryenden. Melly married Williem Stark and had two children Lord Edwyle and Lady Jocelyn Stark. Edwlye married a Locke woman. Edwyle had one son Rickard; who had Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna, and Benjen. Jocelyn ran away north of the Wall and still served her grandfather as a priestess to the Three-Eyed Raven.
"What am I to do Nan," Lyanna had asked ruefully getting up from her embrace to dress.
"This event has sparked a change, the daughter you bare will bring about peace one day," Shiera explained.
"So he will have his Visenya," Lyanna spat.
"No she is your daughter, he will have no hand in raising her nor his other children." Shiera hinted.
"What do you mean Nan," Lyanna questioned.
"The coming months will be filled with fire and blood. You must be strong for yourself and your children." Shira cautioned.
Filled with fire and blood they were, her father Rickard and her brother Brandon dead at the hands of the Mad King. Robert was waging a war to get his "lady Lyanna" back, but this was an excuse to pillage, plunder, and whore around for Robert. Lyanna begged Rhaegar to write her brother and explain. But madness grasped him and he had her locked in a tower in the middle of the desert along with Rhaenys, Aegon, midwives/nursemaids, maester, and the three Kings Guards. He went off to battle muttering about the nonsense of prophecies.
Lyanna snapped back to the present and looked down at her daughter's face, Nan had said she will be the bringer of peace. She smiled as she decided on a name.
"Her name is Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen," Lyanna declared.
Like the first Daenerys, she would bring peace with her.
Thirteen years later- Fergus Cousland's Wedding Celebration
Lyanna watched as her step-son danced with his bride, a pretty red head named Oriana. Blood Raven had been right, coming to Ferelden had been the best idea. In Ferelden woman had more freedom and rights than in Westeros. Lyanna had become a traveling knight to support Rhaenys and Daenerys. Aegon was being raised to by the Ser Arthur Dayne. The other two had been killed along with her brother's men. Leaving only Ned, Howland, and Arthur, Lyanna was able to stop the fight. Lyanna told of Ned what happened and showed him his niece. Ned kissed her hair, he gave Rhaenys and Aegon a hug and kiss to the forehead too. Ned told her that Robert's joy of the death of the Rhaegar, Aerys, Princess Elia, and the innocent children that replace the royal children. Queen Rhaella and her youngest son escaped to Essos. Ned also confessed that he was blackmailed into marrying Catelyn Tully, the girl who was supposed to marry their older brother. A girl who just given birth to twins, Robb & Minisa. Even though he was married to Ashara Dayne, who also gave birth to twins, Jon & Sansa. Hoster Tully made himself very clear that if his daughter was displaced as the Lady of Winterfell, that he would have Ned and Benjen killed. Leaving Winterfell in control of Catelyn and Hoster. On the way to the North, they
stopped at Starfall. Ned met his first borns, Jon and Sansa Stark. Jon was a big baby boy with black curls and grey eyes, he always had a hand wrapped around his twin's hand. Sansa was smaller with red curls and mismatched blue and green eyes. It was decided that Ned would take Lyanna, her girls and his twins up North. Arthur would take Aegon to Essos to raise him to become King. Ashara had to leave too, Ned was warned that Hoster Tully planted false evidence to say that Ashara had aided in the abduction of Lyanna. A death sentence in Robert's mind. Ashara hugged her brother, kissed her children and Rhaegar's children goodbye, and gave Ned a passionate kiss.
On the journey, they stopped in King's Landing and Ned spun a story about Lyanna death of a desert fever and Ashara's death by her own hand. Then they got on a boat to White Harbor. Ned dropped Jon and Sansa Snow off with Nan and escorted Benjen to the Wall along with the girls. Ned and the girls the traveled to the Great Weirwood to see the Three Eyed Raven. Blood Raven found a place where Lyanna could raise the girls without fear of Robert. Through a looking glass, they traveled to Ferelden. Lyanna became a traveling knight to support the girls and nine years later she met Bryce Cousland and his son Fergus.
They meet at Fergus' 15th name day tourney, Lyanna won and was given a crown of yellow rose to name a Queen/King of Love and Beauty. Bryce had given her the crown and the moment that their hands touched, a spark ignited inside of them. She had given the crown to Rhaenys. She knew that Bryce was different than either Robert or Rhaegar. He didn't see her as a prize to be won like Robert did and not as broodmare like Rhaegar. Bryce was six foot with salt and pepper hair and clear blue eyes. He made her laugh with his awkward humor and always brought little gifts for her girls. Rhaenys he bought books on history, culture, and languages. For Daenerys a stuffed wolf, a wooden sword, and shield, or ride on his horse. Like Lyanna, Bryce was a widower. His first wife had been killed when their son was five. Orlesian bastard's that wanted the bounty on Eleanor's head. Not only did he lose his wife, but also the child she carried. He mourned her for many years, his in-laws were surprised that he didn't marry once his mourning was over. Eleanor's family was shocked when Lyanna came to their home one day, alone. Lyanna wanted to ask their blessing to marry Bryce, as he had asked a few days before.
Eleanor's father had studied her, Lyanna was 5'11 with dark brown hair and steel gray eyes.
"Will you try to displace Fergus with the children you have with Bryce," Mac Eanraig bluntly asked.
"Even if I could have more children, I would not do that to Fergus," Lyanna answered truthfully.
"Why can you not have any more children," Mac Eanraig asked.
"I was young when I had Daenerys, my body didn't handle the birth well. I almost died from blood loss. She is the first and last child I will ever bear." Lyanna explained sadly.
"I thought you had two daughters," Mac Eanraig said.
"Rhaenys was a child from my husband first wife, she became an orphan when her father was killed. I didn't have to take her in, I was a clueless sixteen-year-old who was in over her head. But a saying that my father told me what I should do. When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Remembering that has helped me raise my daughters. Rhaenys is the daughter of my heart, just as Fergus will be the son of my heart."
Lyanna and Bryce married a few weeks later, Ned and Benjen attended her wedding. Bryce was somewhat intimidated by the burly Northmen but soon warmed up to his new brother in laws. Ned brought along gifts, he gave Fergus sword made from northern steel, Rhaenys a spear from Dorne, and Daenerys a silver necklace with a silver three-headed dragon pendant. Ned and Lyanna had caught up some, she found out that Robb's twin did not make it on the journey North. In her grief, Lady Stark had taken in Sansa as her own but left out Jon. She intentionally kept them apart, Ned allowed it because Sansa was too gentle to be called bastard and suffer the scorn of Catelyn. Lyanna didn't agree with that, but her brother was stubborn.
Lyanna laughed as Mac Eanraig danced with Dany, the tossed her in the air as they danced much to Dany's joy. Eleanor's father loved Dany, she reminded him of Eleanor. Dany was now a thirteen years old, she was all elbows and knees. Today she wore a simple but elegant dress; the under-layer of the gown faded from a dusty pink to a light pink, the overlayer was a solid dusty pink clasped together with a silver belt. Her white hair was in a simple braid with two curls framing her face. Dany wore the dragon pendant that her uncle gave her. Rhaenys chose to wear her birth mother's colors, a yellow silk dress that faded from yellow to orange. with that was sleeveless with a golden belt in the shape of suns around her waist. Around her forearms were golden bands with material that was the same as the dress attached to them. Rhaenys wore no jewels only yellow rose in her hair.
King Cailan and Queen Anora were also in attending the wedding along with the king's father in law and uncles. Cailan was wearing golden armor with his dark blond hair pulled in a half up half down hairstyle, his blue eyes watched Rhaenys with lust. Anora was wearing the latest fashion which was a gown that laced up all the way to your neck. She sat like a statue watching the party go on. Her father stood whispering with Rendon Howe, Teagan was talking with Eamon and his wife Isolde. Cailan stood up and made his way to Rhaenys.
"My lady could I have a dance," Cailan asked with confidence.
Rhaenys looked at the lusty King, as he was undressing her with his eyes.
It made her skin crawl. "No why don't you ask your wife to dance, I sure she would be pleased to be your partner," Rhaenys said as she looked at her nails.
She rejected him, no one ever rejected him. "I could order you to dance with me," he threatened.
"And I would still decline," Rhaenys snapped walking away.
"You would disobey an order from you king," Cailan roared making everyone stop and look.
Anora's face heated up in embarrassment at the exchange. Bryce stood up next to Lyanna, wanting to protect his daughter. Lyanna tugged him to sit down, more for his protection from Rhaenys' wrath. Violet eyes flashed with the fire of the Sun, "I am not a dog to be ordered around, nor will I obey a boy who still thinks with his cock. Then again the crown could gain something from your philandering ways. Maybe they could start charging the woman you sleep with by the hour, to fill the treasury of course." Rhaenys countered with blazing fury.
Cailan's face went red with anger, "I am the King, you cannot speak to me like that,"
"Any man who must say he is king is no King," Rhaenys jeered.
With her sister and the king locked in a verbal battle, Dany decided to come to the rescue. She sprinted to the towards them and came to between the two. She turned to the King and gave him a sweet smile. "I would like a dance since my sister does not, Your Grace,"
Cailan anger faded away at the young girl's innocent smile, a pale girl white blonde hair with silver highlights and lavender eyes. Unlike her sister who was tanner with inky black curls, but with violet eyes. The young girl seemed cold with her white hair and moon-kissed skin. Cailan noticed her smile lit her face up like a fire.
"Of course my lady -" Cailan stammered trying to remember the young girl's name.
"Daenerys," Dany filled in.
Cailan led the girl who only came up to his chest and signaled for the music to play. The King danced with Dany, then she sprinted to Queen Anora. The girl pulled the Queen to the dance floor and practically pushed the Royals to dance. Rhaenys walked away, only to be stopped by Loghain.
"Not many women deny Cailan or stand up to his wrath," Loghain commented.
"Maybe they should, it would humble him," Rhaenys snarked leaving the Great Hall.
"Ah it would," Loghain said to himself.
Dany was good calming her sister's temper or distracting in this case, Lyanna noted. Rhaenys had too much fire in her sometimes, fire from the Martell Sun and the Targaryen Dragon. Dany was a mixture of both Winter and Fire, her temper could range from a freezing silent treatment or fiery outburst. Lyanna stood up and went over to talk to Arl Eamon, she wanted to check on her little storm.
Alistair Grey, her little storm, was a stable boy at Redcliff castle that Dany befriended. They had been staying in the village, Lyanna been working with some sellswords for money. Dany had found him skipping rocks by himself at the lake, she had boldly asked him to teach her. Later that day she brought him to the cottage they were renting for supper. Alistair had dark blonde hair and eyes the color of storm clouds. Everyday Dany would wait for him to finish his chores so they could play. Lyanna had watched as they would pretend to be knights
going on adventures or Dany would be a princess locked in a tower and Alistair had to save her. Lyanna found the boy sweet and funny, a bit awkward too. One day Rhaenys and Dany brought Alistair home. He was hurt badly, bruised ribs, split lip, and a black eye. The Arlessa had done this to him, and he didn't know why. A few days later she brought him back, it seemed odd that the Arl had put the castle uproar over a mere stable boy. The stable master had taken Alistair with him, so the Arl and Arlessa could talk. That's when Lyanna, in a moment of anger, backhanded the Arlessa. She bluntly told him that if Alistair came under any more harm, she would take him and disappear. At the time she was just a mere sellsword knight with no power. The Arl told her to leave his lands with her life, and if she tried to take Alistair; he would have her she left, Lyanna told Alistair that if he ever needed her, all he had to do was come find her. Getting Dany to leave was heartbreaking, her little girl had a tearful goodbye with Alistair. Dany gave him her weirwood pendant, a circular white pendant with a laughing face carved in the middle; the eyes and the mouth were stained red. She also gave him a braided lock of hair. It was what drove Lyanna to compete in Fergus' tourney. She had not heard from him since they lost all contact with him. It was strange too, the letters they wrote were always returned. Lyanna wanted to find out why.
"Hello Arl Eamon," Lyanna said.
The Arl clearly did not recognize her, well she was dressed in a dark grey gown with sewed pearls and blue roses embroidered on the bodice. Her dark brown hair was swept up in a loose bun with a pearl headband.
"Ah you must be Bryce's new wife," Arl Eamon commented.
His wife Isolde looked her up and down, and turning up her nose.
"I seem to remember not getting an invitation to your wedding. It seems that everyone else was invited." Isolde declared.
"Oh, it was on purpose. I didn't want to see the woman who would beat an innocent eight-year-old boy or the man who condoned it at my wedding," Lyanna said with her eyes hard as steel.
Both of them looked at her in horror, remembering who she was. Once she was a lowly knight, now the second most powerful woman under Queen Anora. It would not be wise to piss her off.
"What do you want my lady," Eamon asked.
"Where is Alistair," she demanded.
Eamon sighed, she wanted to know where the Maric's bastard was. Did she know the truth of his parentage?
"Why do you concern yourself with a stable boy," Eamon implored.
I could ask you the same thing Arl, instead, "He is my daughter's best friend, she has wanted to see him again for some time. I thought to give him to a chance to study under my brother as his squire."
"I'm sorry but he was given to the Chantry over three years ago so that he could serve the Maker," Isolde explained snidely.
"So you sold him to your Chantry, so he could become a lyrium addict and a mage hunter." Lyanna snapped.
Lyanna didn't give them time to answer as she was swept away in a dance with her brother Ned. He arrived unnoticed by his sister who was in a heated discussion with two people. So he went about giving his nephew and his bride a wedding gift, a dagger with a dire wolf head carved on the hilt and a beautiful silver locket with an opal in the middle. For Rhaenys he got her Dornish armor to go along with the spear. For Dany, a beautiful storm grey dire wolf with silver eyes, who she has named Silver.
"Ned I'm glad you made it," Lyanna said smiling.
"I have news, Lya," Ned said gravely.
"What has happened,"
Ned went on to explain that Jon Arryn was dead, Lannister might have killed him. He was going to become Hand of the King to investigate the death. Also his daughter Sansa was going to be marrying Prince Joffrey.
Lyanna gave him a worried look, "Starks do not do well in the South brother. Also, do you think it is wise for Sansa to be marrying Joffrey."
"She all but begged me to say yes, there is still time between when she sixteen to dissolves the betrothal," Ned pointed out.
"Promise me, Ned, you will be careful," Lyanna pleaded.
"I promise,"
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