A/N: Hello! Chapter Six awaits. This one is taking place in episode 4 of season 1. Slightly AU. Does include the telltale game series elements and it's characters. Will end up being a girlxgirl pairing, don't like don't read. Other pairings mostly included are: Sansa/OC and Jon/OFC (not Keira). Does start out as Rated T but may end up turning into M later on.

NO DIREWOLVES WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

ALSO NO DRAGONS WILL BE KILLED IN THE MAKING OF THIS FANFIC.

Without further adieu:

I own nothing but my original characters and their storylines. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

Several Telltale game characters are about to make appearance in the next couple chapters as we approach Eddard's death.

Edited: Thank you Guest for mentioning that part about Jorah explaining Keira to Dany. I did mean to do it how you said. If no one had said otherwise, I wouldn't have corrected it lol. So thanks :).

~Enjoy!~

Previously...

Cracking could be heard as Keira cradles her chest in hope of stopping the pain that started within her heart. The stone lights up as if something were trying to get out. It then cracks open and then the pain stops just as Keira heard the small growls coming from the foot of her bed. She looks up and felt her body tense when glowing orange eyes stare into her own letting out a high-pitched roar that only she heard. Before her, by her feet that were covered by the fur blankets, was a baby dragon with four legs, black shiny scales, and two horns at the top of its triangular head that were among two smaller ones.

So the stone...was an egg?

Keira believed she was dreaming.

What stood before her should be impossible, but yet when she attempts to wake herself she couldn't. Dragons weren't alive anymore. They had died so long ago that most believed them as myths now. Yet before her stood a baby dragon in a room that was definitely hers and in the home she grew up in. Neither had moved since the dragon appeared and both were simply awaiting the other to make a move.

The dragon took that first move, cautiously making its way up the bed and then sat next to Keira's hand. It leans its head down and rubs against her hand as if telling the frightened girl that the dragon wouldn't harm her. Keira takes a bold move, reaching up before running her hand down the dragon's back. It starts purring like a cat would but with more growling when the girl starts doing it more. A smile graces Keira's lips when the dragon lies down next to her and closes its eyes before it breathes steadily. She found the whole situation too good to be true so she decides to go back to sleep as well, not knowing that something happened on the skin above her heart.

It was a design of a spiral that had been carved into her skin.

The next morning, Keira sat by Robb while Tyrion Lannister gave their little brother schematics for a saddle to let him ride a horse. She smiled at the excitement on the boy's face when he thanked Tyrion. The half-man smiles at Keira when he notices her watching Bran and she offers him a nod in thanks. He returns it before conversing with Robb once more which the girl had tuned out. A wince was hidden as her chest burned with pain, making her get up to finish sneaking food into her room for the baby dragon that actually turned out to be real.

She removes her cloak and sets it on the desk chair, walking over to her closet to open the door so that the baby dragon could come out. It runs out before jumping onto the bed and bouncing up and down in excitement as the scent of meat fills its nostrils. Keira lets out a laugh before handing it a piece of deer meat that it scarfs down with the hunger of a starving wolf. Which speaking of wolves, in came Amyra who stood at the door watching the strange black creature on her master's bed until the creature lets a roar loose and the direwolf tilts her head in confusion. The girl smiles at the interaction and throws a piece of meat towards Amyra who catches it midair. Keira glances at the two animals before sighing.

Taking care of both would be difficult.

Daenerys hated the tension between her and her brother.

As they slowly rode into the city of the horse lords, their argument at the large statues of two horses left her with anger growing in her heart. He only thought of himself and getting his Iron Throne. Thing was, if Viserys ever got that throne then Keira would most likely pay for her family's doings. Daenerys did not want that for the Stark girl since she had never been a part of the rebellion that ended her family in the first place. Keira shouldn't have to pay for something her father did as much as Daenerys had no reason to pay for what her own did.

A sigh escapes her lips as she gets caught up in her thoughts. Daenerys wanted nothing more than to have Keira here with her...as odd as it seemed to the Targaryen. That a girl from her dreams made her feel the same way that Drogo did every now and then. She glances over to Ser Jorah as they approach the city.

"If my brother was given an army of Dothraki, could he conquer the Seven Kingdoms?" She watches Jorah turn his attention forward.

"The Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea. They fear any water their horses cannot enter." Jorah looks back at Daenerys.

"But if they did?" She immediately asks.

"King Robert isn't foolish enough to meet them in open battle. But the men advising him are different." He turns forward once more as the horses continue.

"And you know these men?" Daenerys looks out at the scenery as she awaits an answer.

He sighs and looks at the girl, "I fought beside them once...long ago. Now Ned Stark wants my head. He drove me from my land." Jorah explains.

"You sold slaves." Daenerys states.

Jorah looks in front of them again, "Aye." He hoped she would leave it at that.

But it seemed she wouldn't, "Why?" She asks.

Jorah looks down, "I'd no money. And an expensive wife." He says.

"Where is she now?" Daenerys asks after he glances at her.

He sighs once more, "In another place. With another man." Jorah looks forward again.

Daenerys lets the silence pass by for a second, "You said Ned Stark wants your head?" Jorah nods, "Then you have met him?"

"I have." Jorah wonders where this was going.

She looks around to make sure no one else was listening, "Then do you know Keira Stark?" Daenerys asks as she patiently watches him stare at her with wide eyes.

"The girl that was born dying? Yes, I know her. Held her when she was just a few weeks old. My father and I were invited to a feast that was held for her since she was their first daughter." Jorah explains, remembering that feast.

"Born dying? What do you mean?" Daenerys asks him.

"When she was born, the maester told Catelyn Stark that her baby had an irregular heartbeat. They later found out that she was dying when she grew awfully pale and no longer cried like a normal child would." Jorah watches Viserys ride farther away from them.

"How is she alive then?" Daenerys mumbles to herself.

Jorah heard the question though, "No one knows. Only Lady Stark and Lord Stark know. Some believe it has something to do with the myth of the ice dragon from the wall. Others believe that it was nothing but a lie." He explains, looking back at Daenerys.

"What is she like? Keira, I mean." Daenerys awaits his answer.

Jorah smiles slightly, "Kind. Always thinks of others before herself. Quiet mostly too. She is a great warrior as well, even when she was young. Keira would have become a great leader if it wasn't for the alliance her father made with the Greyjoys. She's probably with them right now. Her nameday passed not long ago." He looks forward.

Daenerys felt a small smile form when she remembers that Keira in fact was nowhere near the Greyjoys. When she thought of all the things Jorah told her of the girl as they enter the city, she felt happy.

Daenerys Tagaryen then knew why she thought of this girl in such a way.

The next day, she stood in her tent and tossed a bracelet into a bowl when her brother came barging in. He threw the handmaiden that she sent to retrieve him to the ground. He yells about how he should have returned the girl's head to his sister for sending her to him with commands. Daenerys tells the other handmaiden to take the one on the ground out of there. She turns to her brother once they're gone.

"Why did you hit her?" She asks softly.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me." He speaks fast.

Daenerys became frightful of her brother, "I wasn't. Commanding you. I just wanted to invite you to supper." She gestures to the made table and leather clothing on the table to his left.

"What's this?" He picks up the rags from the table with confusion.

She eyes him, "It's a gift. I had it made for you." Daenerys remains calm, hoping he would like it.

But he didn't, "Dothraki rags? You're going to dress me now?" He asks, grimacing as he held the rags.

"Please." She rolls her eyes slightly.

He grew even more furious and throws it at her, "This stinks of manure. All of it!" Viserys throws a necklace at her.

Daenerys looks at him with anger, "Stop. Stop it." She says.

Viserys surges forward and gets in her face, pointing a finger at her, "You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next you'll want to braid my hair." He sneers at her.

Daenerys narrows her eyes, "You've no right to a braid. You have won no victories." She states.

This pissed him off, "You do not talk back to me." He slaps her across the face.

He gets on top of her when she falls to the ground, "You are a horse lord's slut. And-And now you've woken the dragon." Viserys goes to pin her but falls to the side when she grabs the necklace that had been thrown and hits his face with it, creating a cut across his cheek.

She stands up when he remains on the floor for all but five seconds before standing as well, "I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki. I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me." She pauses to take a breath, "The next time you raise a hand to me, will be the last time you have hands."

Viserys stares at his sister before leaving the room. Daenerys felt something burning within her chest, making her place her hand above her heart. Keira ran through her mind and images of her appeared that showed the dark-haired girl laughing and smiling at something in her room. The Targaryen felt her anger dissipate when the sound of Keira's laugh enters her ears and the image of her smiling is seen behind her closed eyes. It made her want the Stark girl here more than anything to distract her from what was going on outside her tent and all the problems that involved her brother.

And that night, Daenerys stood in her tent with Jorah.

"I hit him. I hit the dragon." Daenerys looks at the man in her tent.

"Your brother, Rhaegar, was the last dragon. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake."

"He is still the true king." She interrupts.

"Truth now?" He steps forward a little, "Do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?" Jorah asks with the raise of his brow.

Daenerys thinks of Keira before what her brother might do to everyone else in Westeros, "No...but the common people are waiting for him. Illyrio said they are..sowing dragon banners and praying for his return." She says softly.

"The common people pray for rain, health, and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high lords play." Jorah states.

Daenerys thinks for a moment, "What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?" She asks.

Jorah glances at a spot beside Daenerys, "Home." He looks back to her.

Daenerys nods in thought, "I pray for home too." She glances away, "My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms. He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one. He'll never take us home."

Maybe she would have to do just that herself.

Keira felt the anger that grew so much before disappearing altogether.

It wasn't her anger. So who's was it? Her thoughts immediately turn to the Targaryen girl that invaded her dreams at night. Robb had told her of the woman she described to him. Daenerys Targaryen. One of the last two Targaryens alive in the world...or so everyone but Keira believed. This anger that the girl produced made Keira fear how much Daenerys truly had, even for a girl the same age as her.

The baby dragon sensed the tension within the Stark girl, curling up in her lap to help keep her calm while she sat at her desk in thought. Keira glances down at the black creature when her thoughts turn to the dream she had last night that brought heat to her face even now after she had awoken. It took place in a darkly lit room. With a bed in the middle against a wall, a table that was a few feet in front of it with a pitcher full of wine and two cups atop it, a large opening went to the balcony that looked out over the ocean, the scent of salt was in the air, the sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard, and it was during the night. Then Keira and Daenerys would enter the room, closing the door behind them softly.

As soon as Keira turns to look at Daenerys, soft lips were crashed upon hers in a heated kiss that ended with both shredding off the black leather clothing they wore. Keira returns it with as much force as the dragon queen had produced it with. Then the night went on with both exploring each other's bodies which made Keira very confused when she awoke and felt desire still burning within her.

This dream was...definitely different.

A/N: This is what happens when my friend and I talk about Game of Thrones which then leads to us discussing this fanfic. I end up releasing another chapter sooner than expected when I should be doing other work. Oh! And guess what? This is officially a Daenerys/Keira (OC) pairing. Obviously there will be a more detailed kissing scene later after they meet which should be before the Red Wedding. Gender of the baby dragon as well as its name will be revealed soon! Thank you all for the reviews, favs, and follows. I apologize if I granted any heart attacks when I said the OC direwolf would die. I changed my mind lol.

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