It was only a matter of time.
Both Aegon and her knew the time of 'peace' could end at any moment. The Raven would use any perceived moment of weakness to attack them and so they had prepared their troops to be ready at a moment's notice.
And that moment had been when her husband laid down and fell into his trance to retrieve their daughter.
It began slowly. Three or four crows appearing and were promptly shot dead. Then a few more. Then more. Each day more and more crows arrived and were killed. It was on the third day when the murder truly appeared.
She had been with her boys, out near Drogon's nest. She wanted to give them some normalcy, to get their mind off what was going on with their sister and father.
"Come on Rhae, you can do it!" Jae cheered as his brother attempted to stand and take his first steps.
Her little babe.
He was growing so fast, all her children were. But her youngest had never had a home. Lya had their cabin up North, Jae remembers their time at their pyramid in Meereen. But Rhaegar… he had been born in the middle of a war, had only seen camps and soldiers. She did not want that to be their children's lives. She wanted them to have a home, to live in peace, to have no doubts about how safe they were.
But that would only come if the Raven met his end.
Her babe's little legs trembled with his weight and he fell on his bum, tears instantly forming in his indigo eyes from the shock and the pain of his fall.
"No. No! Don't cry Rhae, it is alright," Jae tried to comfort this brother but that only caused the true cries to begin.
She tried not to laugh at the panic on Jae's face as he desperately tried to calm his sibling. Her Jae was her miniature version of Aegon, all his mannerisms, all his facial expressions, he was truly his father's son. At that moment, her son had the same look on his face her husband had when Lya cried her first night.
"Shh," she cooed to her babe as she stood to pick him up. "You are alright, my love. You are not hurt. Nothing bad happened."
His cries almost instantly settled down to soft hiccups and she placed a soft kiss on his brow.
"There, there, my little dragon. Let us try again," she said, squatting and placing him on the ground. "Go to your Leika."
Her babe looks at her once again for reassurance before he once again stands on his little legs, a determined look forming on his face as he raises one foot and takes a step.
Then he takes another.
And one by one her babe took his first steps towards his older brother. That time it was her that needed to hold back her tears.
"You did it Rhae!" Jaehaerys exclaims, wrapping his arms around his brother. "Muna did you see he did it! He walked!"
She was about to respond when the crow croaked above them. She quickly shot it down but soon saw the darkness approach. Drogon roared in a warning and she watched the soldiers ready themselves.
The birds dove and attacked everything that moved, even Drogon. Her dragon, however, refused to allow any harm to come to her or her children, using his body to cover them and his flames to kill as many birds as possible. She held her boys close trying to calm them as best she could, especially over Drogon's roars and the crows' horrid croaks.
But then she felt it, she heard it, the unmistakable pounding of a charging calvary.
"Drogon!" she yelled and her son responded by blowing fire around them all.
The screams of burning men and horses then filled her ears, somehow overwhelming the croaking. Drogon never stopping his assault, but she knew this could not last. Her two babes began to cough in her arms, the smoke and heat becoming too much for them.
She looked up to see what they were up against and she caught sight of a scorpion.
"Climb!" she yells at Jaehaerys. "Climb!"
Her son looked terrified and froze for a moment before she shoved him up Drogon's scales. She held onto Rhaegar as she followed but then pain shot up her leg.
"Muna!" Jae had screamed as she looked down and saw an arrow buried into her leg. A glance around showed that the enemy was beginning to surround them and the scorpion was readying to shoot. She knew what she had to do.
"Jae! Listen to me, I need you to be my brave boy alright? Hold on tight to your brother and do not get off of Drogon until you are safe!"
"But… but…"
"I need to distract them, my love. Give you two enough time to leave with Drogon. Can you do that for me?" she asked and her lovely boy agreed.
She gave Rhaegar to Jaehaerys, placing a final kiss on their brows before sliding off Drogon's side.
"Drogon, sovegon!" she shouted and her dragon reluctantly took off just as a bolt shot where he had been.
She took out her bow and shot down as many soldiers as she could until she ran out of arrows. Then her blade spilled their blood. She could hear her men attempting to get to her, to save their Queen, their Khalessi, but the more she fought, the more blood she lost, and the greater the pressure grew in her head until everything went black.
You are mine now…
When she woke, she found herself on the floor of a room. Not just any room, she quickly comes to realize. It is the throne room in the Red Keep, she was in Kings Landing. And there sitting where the Iron Throne had sat for hundreds of years is the Three-Eyed Raven.
"Welcome back to Kingslanding, Daenerys Stormborn."