Daenerys felt the blade slide in, the moment of betrayal and hurt was something she never knew she would experience again. The dark suddenly became light, she found herself bent over clutching her heart, her other hand braced against a warm summer green grass. It only took a moment for her to realize, the pain was gone, the cold she felt was no more. Glancing up, she found herself starring at an odd clearing with many different seasons coming from in between the trees. The sound of rushed footsteps echoed loudly, behind her. Turning quickly, she came face to face with a direwolf, but smaller than the ones she had known. A boy, coming down from the trees, to pet the wolf, looked confusingly at her.
"Who are you?" Looking at the boy, she felt a certain feeling of rage come into her, when she noticed the resemblance between him and the Lady of Winterfell. "You look like Rhegar." He smiled, before rushing back into the snow covered trees, the direwolf following behind him. The name Lady being called out loudly. Keeping her eyes on the Winter woods, she saw a tall figure emerge from the trees. His silver hair blended into the background, a smile on his lips. Just behind him stood a white knight that looked familiar, yet wasn't.
"I've been wondering when you would show up." He took a few steps out, the Kingsmen following him. "Sister." Her eye widened, glancing between the two men.
"You're Rhegar Taragaryen." It was statement, not a question.
"Don't worry, we have plenty of time to talk. Don't you agree Selmy?" Daenerys felt tears spring to her eyes. The old man, had become young again, a knight in true form, not just in wisdom.
"Sir Barriston?" He bowed his head. "I'm so confused. Why are you coming out of the winter's? What is going on?" Sir Barriston smiled at her tone. The authoritative tone she had, was something he had missed.
"You will know in time. Till then, there's someone who has been waiting a long time to meet you." Through her shock, Daenerys felt him before she turned. His strong gaze was something she had wished to see again after all these years. Turning quickly, Drogo stood tall and proud. HIs braid just as long as she remembered. Without a second longer, she ran to him, jumping. Drogo's grasped her tightly, holding her close to him. For the first time she heard the sound of her dragons behind him. The sound of horses, the wind. She felt the heat beating from behind the trees, crickets, everything when she first started, everything that made her feel like it was her home.
"Khaleesi." His voice deep and breathy. Kissing him deeply, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, The first of her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, The Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, was once again with her King, her Khal.
Her home.