Danaerys I:

We had just finished burning the body, as befitted our tradition as Targaryens. Viserys. I know he wouldn't have made a good king, but he didn't deserve to die like this. Not when the Usurper was squandering his rule and oppressing the poor small folk of Westeros. It wasn't right for Viserys to die, forgotten in an alleyway after being knifed down by the Usurper's assassins.

I was angry at many things in the moment. No, I was furious. Furious that I was so useless I was unable to save my brother, furious at Viserys for dying and leaving me alone, furious at the Usurper for killing my father and stealing my family's throne in his greedy quest for power, hells I was even furious at the Pentoshi Magister who was hosting me, Illyrio Mopatis, for not stopping the assasins. He had been the one who informed me of what had happened to my brother. He was very kind, yes, but there was something which didn't seem right to me, I just didn't know what. He had told me his powerful friend in Westeros (of which he talked long and often. I sometimes wondered if they were lovers) had verified that the men who had killed my brother had indeed been sent by Robert Baratheon.

Right now, I was feeling lost. The only family I had left in the world, and he was dead. I had no one. The Magister had mentioned to me in passing that many rich merchants and lords were seeking my hand, offering great wealth in exchange for it, but that he had not consented to any without first speaking to me. It was kind of him. He had told me something curious though. He said that he knew of a man who would be a perfect match for me. He called it a match fit for a Queen. I frequently wondered who he was talking about, but I never managed to pry the information off of him. He had taken to the habit of speaking to me of matters in Westeros, perhaps thinking I would like to know more of my homeland. To be truthful I rather liked it, and sometimes I dreamt that me and Viserys were in Westeros, him being King and I a princess.

Recently Magister Illyrio had informed me of some news of Westeros as well, something which was apparently very important. The new King in the North (and how we Targaryens hated that title), son of the man who helped the Usurper depose my family, had just married a lady by the name of Margeary Tyrell, who was the daughter of the Lord Paramount of the Reach. Apparently a match such as this had not been made in a long time, which begged the question. Why? I, like many others, assumed it was for grain. It was known that the Reach was the biggest provider of grain in the Six Kingdoms, and while the North kept itself fed for the most part between trade with Bravos and Pentos and their own crop farms, winters were very harsh, this one being predicted to be the longest one in years. Extra food was always welcome. I didn't know why, but the thought of the coming winter filled me with dread.

"Princess Danaerys, the master wishes to speak with you." said the servant. "Please follow this one to the hall." she continued and started walking. When I got there I was greeted with the Magister sitting down with a smirk on his face. Beside him were two men. One had grey long hair, red eyebrows and a red beard in his face. He looked old, at least fifty years of age. The man beside him made me pause. Tall and powerful, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and a flat stomach, he was quite handsome. He had deep purple eyes as well, with silver gold hair cut short. Overall, he was a very handsome man. He carried a sword to his side, which I faintly recognized from a book I had read, but I couldn't put a name to it. Magister Mopatis waited until the servant was gone before he started speaking, smiling while doing so.

"Princess Danaerys, do you remember I spoke of a potential match for you?" he asked. Instantly, I felt nervous. He smiled at me, and said something I had a hard time believing. "This is your potential husband. He is the King Aegon VI, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. He was spirited out of the Red Keep just before the Lannisters sacked King's Landing, and he has been raised in secret by your father's former hand, Lord Jon Connington."

My heart felt like it had stopped beating. A nephew? He was MY nephew? "Why am I only just finding I still have family left Magister!?" I screamed at him. "And how do I even know he is my nephew to begin with?"

"You only need look at this Aunt." he said, and then he unsheathed his sword. Dark purple ripple patterns lined the blade. "This is Blackfyre, the blade of our ancestor the Conqueror himself. As to why you just found out, I myself did not know of my heritage until recently. It was determined that keeping the secret until the right time was upon us was of paramount importance, and that time is soon." he said, a proud smirk on his face.

I looked back at him, incredulity in my face. I was speechless. Genuinely speechless. If this were true, he had an even greater claim than Viserys had. I had already connected the dots and rightfully assumed that I was to marry him, but I was still confused and skeptical. Why was now the right time? How were we going to take Westeros? And the sword did not guarantee his legitimacy, only that he possessed a Valyrian Steel sword. I vocalized these doubts and he quickly put them to rest.

"I'm sure the Magister has told you of our powerful friend in Westeros. He is Varys, the Spider. Varys was the one who saved my life all those years back, and he has been feeding us information ever since. He says that the Queen, Cersei Lannister, will soon have the Usurper killed. Once he dies, his two brothers will both claim Kingship, plunging the country into chaos. If that isn't bad enough, Balon Greyjoy has been building up the Iron Fleet again, which no doubt means he means to declare himself King, again. Not to mention the known disdain Joffrey Waters has for the North, which will no doubt force them into a war soon. As to who I am, the only proof I can give you is that of Lord Varys and the man who raised me, Jon Connington."

"But why would the Usurper's brothers seek Kingship when he has two heirs? And what do you mean by Joffrey Waters?" I asked confused.

"Joffrey Waters is not Robert Baratheon's son, he is the Kingslayer's. Varys said the same is true for all of Cersei Lannister's children." he answered. I was stunned. The audacity to cuckold the King and have three bastard children. I had no problems it was with her brother, hells my own parents were brother and sister, but Cersei Lannister destroyed Tywin Lannister's ambition with her stupid mistakes. I couldn't help it. I started laughing, so hard I actually started to tear up.

"I'm sorry, but this is too much. The irony is great. After everything the great Tywin Lannister did to secure his legacy, it'll all come crashing down. This is great!" I said laughing. "I don't know if you are who you say your are, but frankly you're my best shot at gaining back Targaryen power. Yes, I'll marry you. We shall bring fire and blood on our enemies." I said while smiling, feeling invigorated. He just smiled back at me and responded with: "I couldn't have said it better myself."

One month had passed since I had first met Aegon. We had married two weeks later, a small and private ceremony. Our wedding was conducted by a septon as tradition dictated, but only with Jon Connington and the Magister Mopatis as witnesses. We wanted to remain in hiding until Westeros was weakened by the Chaos. The bedding wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be, which was certainly a nice surprise. Aegon had made his best efforts to make it pleasurable for me as well. Although the first time was only bearable, we quickly fell in rhythm with each other. It was pretty enjoyable now, and Aegon was very kind.

Currently we were both sitting on our bed, gazing at the three petrified dragon eggs placed in the fire. They had been a gift from the Magister, a relic of our former glory. I held them each night before going to bed, taking them straight out of the fire. I had learnt that I did not burn, which was something which seemed incredible to me. I had always been comfortable with high temperatures, but never to this degree. Aegon had theorized that it was the magic in our blood which caused this.

I had felt heat coming from the eggs, but when Aegon touched them he said it felt cold to the touch. I didn't know what to think of that, but we chalked it up to me having more magical ability than him. I felt a connection to them, almost like what mother's described when they spoke of their children, and I believe that they will eventually hatch. Then, our enemies will learn to fear the dragon once again.

Author's Note:

Fuck. I don't know what was wrong with me while writing this but I just didn't feel this chapter. I think it came out subpar compared to the previous ones, but fuckit. Hopefully you guys liked it. Please leave a review if you can, positive or negative, it's all welcome. Thanks for reading guys!