Prologue II: The Dragon Girl's Dreams

"All the lonely people. Where do they all come from?"
"All the lonely people. Where do they all belong?"

I am alone. Daenerys Targaryen was alone. While one could argue that she was not, mainly due to the fact that almost two hundred people made up her court in Meereen alone, Dany was fairly certain that she was, by all means, alone. Alone in the sense that she had no one to turn to when she needed help. No one to talk to when she felt nervous. No one to be there for her when she felt sad. But most of all, no one to turn to at night when she felt alone and afraid. I am alone.

Daenerys thought back to the time when she had Drogo with her. Her husband, her one true love, her sun and stars. That was the one time she truly felt happy, the one time she truly felt love. But now he was dead, and she was sure that she would never feel that type of happiness and fulfillment ever again.

Loneliness filled her being whenever she was awake. Daenerys found herself wondering what she was even fighting for anymore. At first she fought for her family, but Viserys had died the evening Drogo crowned him. Then she fought for her Khal, but fate and Mirri Maz Durr had removed him from this earth. She decided then that she would fight for the people. But how could she when they feared her more than death itself?" She knew that she was beloved by many of the smallfolk, but she knew that they loved her out of respect and fear. They didn't care about her for who she was. No one did, especially now that Jorah and Drogo are gone.

Lord Barristan, Missandei and her handmaidens were good enough company on most days. But on some days, when things became too difficult, Dany would curse the Gods for not having someone to love.

It was not as if she did not have any suitors. Every day, countless of handsome, rich men barged into the front door of her estate to claim her hand. Like any of those fools could ever claim me. Men such as the tall, olive-skinned Hizdahr zo Loraq who promised Daenerys an fortune in gold, or men like Xaro Xhaon Daxos who would give her an army. The worst were men like Daario Naharis, men that Dany could not help but be attracted to. She knew better though, it would be her end if she were ever to lie in bed with a man like him.

On some nights, life would be bearable. But in most, Daenerys found herself crying herself to sleep. Crying like a little frightened girl, who only wanted to go home. Rather, a little girl who only wanted to find a home. Dany found that in her sleep life became easier. She was happier in her dreams than when she is in reality. At least in my dreams, I am not alone.

She usually dreamt of a family. An authoritative father who was loved and respected by his children and his people. A kind mother, who was as sweet as she was beautiful. Three handsome sons, all strong and brave. Two very different daughters, one beautiful and kind, the other strong, brave and wild. She dreamt that she was a part of this wonderful family, like she was the child of these two great parents. She dreamt of the father holding her hand when she cried. She dreamt of the mother singing to her as she fell asleep. She dreamt of playing in a great castle with her new-found brothers and sisters.In her dreams she was a happy, carefree, innocent child. A complete opposite of who she was in reality.

People celebrated and cheered as Dany walked past the thousands of soldiers she commanded. "Mhysa." They chanted as she passed by. They call me mother yet I am a barren woman. Daenerys had just taken her third city in Meereen and the freed slaves celebrated across the city. The city was taken by Jorah and his men through the sewers, yet people cheered for her and not them. Daenerys quite liked it.

The silver-haired lady was tired, tired enough to pass out right in the middle of the celebration. "I am going to retire to my chambers now." She told Jorah, Daario and the advisers sitting near her. The second Dany entered the room she removed her clothing and laid on the bed. In these moments, Dany allowed herself to fantasize about the family in her dreams. She liked to think that they would be waiting for her in Westeros, all eager to accept her into their home and make her one of them. She smiled at the thought of being a part of a family. They call me mother, yet I have no true family. Dany finally allowed herself to drift to sleep, all the while praying to the gods that she may one day gain a family of her own.

Daenerys saw the great castle in the background as she saw herself having a meal on the terrace with a beautiful young boy no older than the age of three. She called out a name and the young boy ran towards her with his short stubby legs. She smiled as the boy tried to tackled her to the ground. "Come play." The little boy cried as he tried his best to wrestle her to the ground. "Bran will be here soon." Dany said as she laughed. "You can play with your uncle." The little boy gave a frown and crossed his arms in protest. Dany smiled and ran her fingers through the little boy's curly, black hair. As she opened her mouth to speak, a tall, handsome, black-haired man appeared in the corner of her eye. She had never seen him in her dreams before.

The man was beautiful. He had deep grey eyes and a long, handsome face. His curly black hair ran unruly in the cold winter wind, almost covering his whole forehead. He was wearing a simple tunic and an unspectacular pair of trousers yet to her, he was the most interesting and spectacular person she had ever seen. She had never seen anything like him before. He seemed so strange and yet so inviting to her.

The man sat next to her and kissed her on the cheek. "My Queen." He said lovingly. Dany watched herself affectionately kiss the man. "My king." She said as she cupped the man's strong jaw. For the next few minutes, Dany watched as she and the man lovingly played with the adorable child. "He is strong." The man said as he smiled. Dany saw herself grin widely at the comment. "Just like his father." The man took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. "We're going to have another one, my love." she said as she held her stomach. The beautiful man smiled in pure joy as he held Daenerys' stomach. "I love you Daenerys." The man said. Daenerys kissed him full on the lips. "And I love you...Jon."

Then everything disappeared, the castle, the little boy, even herself. Dany found herself staring into pure darkness. Then tiny white flakes started to fall from the sky. She had never seen anything like it before. They were cold, but cold in a way that comforted her, that made her safe. "Snow." She said as she realized it. The blackness then was replaced by the image of a great structure. A giant wall, bigger than anything she had ever expected to see. She could see something on the top of it. A pair of silhouettes. One a tall, strong man. The other a petite curvy woman. The silhouettes held each other, hand in hand. Their faces appeared and Dany saw then that the woman was her and the man must definitely be this Jon. The woman whispered something in the ear of the man and the man leaned in to kiss her. Just before their lips were too touch, Dany awoke.

Daenerys jolted as she woke from her slumber. The dream she just had started to come back to her. "Jon." She said as she smiled widely. "Jon." The Snow, a wall and Jon. Daenerys realized then what she must do.