A/N: I do not own anything you recognize.
Note: So, this is the last chapter of this story and the epilogue. Wow. I take two days writing this story, with a month-or-two long break thrown in for good measure, and I upload it within a day, all together. Since I'm not all that wonderful writing a war or an invasion, let's just assume the Baratheon loyalists were royally screwed (pardon the pun) – eight dragons and four extremely powerful allies are no feat to scoff at, after all. *wink* And, for those who thought Shaena would get the dragons to hatch, I wanted something about the original storyline to be in there too, so Dany it was...other than that, though, this was way too AU, wasn't it? And now...for the epilogue!

Time Skip: seventy years.

Seven-year-old Crown Princess Shaena Targaryen of Westeros stared at the portrait of the regal woman in front of her: she had silver-gold hair, almost platinum yet glowing in the light, Valyrian naturally bowstrung lips, and eyes almost resembling glowing amethysts; her off-shoulder gown was a bloody red with black lace dragons sewed in as well as some embroidery using gold string.

The woman's skin was porcelain pale, but there were multiple cuts surrounding her body, possibly from when she was in the heat of battle. Her face was stern and domineering, yet endearing in a way that made one think they were beneath her and want to bow to her; another distinguishable thing about the painting was that she was wearing only her wedding ring and Daena the Defiant's necklace.

In absolute certainty, the lady held the stature of a proud and strong woman, but there was a flood of pain behind those disdaining eyes, the princess knew.

Queen Mother Shaena Targaryen (267 AC – 317 AC),
Daughter & Princess of King Aerys II, Sister-wife & Queen of King Rhaegar I, and Mother of King Jaehaerys III,
The Kingmaker

So this was Shaena's namesake and great-grandmother. In the span of a minute, she had a wish, a wish she'd never had before, and one she immediately ran to her father for.

"Grandpapa! Grandpapa!"

"Yes, my dragon princess?" the elderly man asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Can you tell me the story of the Kingmaker?" she asked with curious and wide lilac eyes.

The king laughed and began with Shaena on his knee, "On the eve of Robert's Rebellion..."

A/N: I know, I know, a very short chapter. But hey! It's the epilogue! Please review and give feedback! Love you guys as much as ice-cream!

Shaena: she means "quite a lot" by that, pardon my interruption. She should really begin to stop being so excitable...

But the readers-

Shaena: absolutely not.

Oh you're no fun! Readers, help me here! Tell Shaena she's being rude! And horrid. And-

Shaena: alright, alright, I get it. My apologies.

Humph. Fine.

Anyways, bye!