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Summary: Daeron Targaryen is the eldest son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell. Exiled at age three, how well would he play in the Game of Thrones.
Warnings: There might be spelling mistakes, because I'm using Grammarly and Grammarly consider words such as Daeron or Valyrians as spelling mistakes.
I will write as much as I can per day, because I'm under quarantine for twenty one days and have nothing else to do.
Chapter I - The Exiled Dornish Dragon
I was three years old when Robert's Rebellion had begun, when House Baratheon, House Arryn, House Tully and House Stark rebelled against my grandfather, King Aerys II. I was three years old when my grandfather sent my grandmother Queen Rhaella, my uncle Prince Viserys and I to Dragonstone while my pregnant mother, my twin sister Rhaenys and my infant brother Aegon stayed in King's Landing. I was three years old when I lost the majority of my family.
The first person in my family to die in Robert's Rebellion was my father, Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. He was smashed by Robert Baratheon's warhammer at the Battle of Trident. Followed by Rhaegar, was my great uncle Prince Lewyn Martell, a Kingsguard, who was stabbed by Ser Lyn Corbay. Then, at King's Landing, my grandfather King Aerys II was killed by Ser Jaime Lannister. My mother Princess Elia Martell was raped and cut in half by Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, who also bashed the head of my infant brother onto the wall. While my sister Princess Rhaenys was stabbed one thousand times by Ser Armory Lorch. Finally, my grandmother died of a sickness in Dragonstone.
Despite the majority of my family dying, not all was lost. My uncle Prince Viserys had survived. Along with my infant sister Daenerys. Daenerys was born on the last few days of the Rebellion during one of the worst storms the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen. She was smuggled to Dragonstone by Ser Willem Darry, the Master of Arms at the Red Keep. There were also my mother's family, my uncle Prince Doran who was the Prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear, and my uncle Prince Oberyn, the Red Viper and also my cousins Princess Arianne, Prince Quentyn, Obara, Nymeria and Tyene Sand were alive and well in Dorne.
The Usurper sent his younger brother Stannis Baratheon to have us killed, while the servants in Dragonstone considered to keep us as ransom, one night, Ser Willem Darry and four loyal guards snuck into our room and smuggled Viserys, Daenerys, her wetnurse and I out of Dragonstone. For five years, we resided in Braavos, a house with a red door and a lemon tree at it's garden. Ser Willem had promised me that I will sit on the Iron Throne one day, while Daenerys and Viserys shall be wed into influential families, as he has been making communication plans with my uncles at Dorne. However, Ser Willem died before he could fufill promise while the servants betrayed us and kicked us out of our homes.
For many years, we had a nomadic lifestyle. We travelled all across the Free Cities, staying in homes of powerful and influential hosts who felt honored hosting the last Targaryens. However, as the years grew by, and the Usurper sitting on his throne, sending assassins after us, our welcomes were diminished. Instead, we spent many days on the streets, selling our heirlooms. We sold our ancestors' belongings. However, selling our grandmother's crown had made Viserys furious as it was his mother's crown and also with the fact the people call the last Targaryens beggars. He started to belittle Daenerys and I. At the end of the day, we were only left with three family heirlooms. I had my ring which was worn by every Targaryen King descended from Aegon the Conqueror along with being worn by the Lords of Dragonstone and the Lords Freeholder of House Targaryen during the Valyrian Freehold. Viserys had grandfather's Valyrian Sword and Daenerys had our mother's bronze necklace which was a dragon flying across the sun. A gift from our father to mother during their wedding day.
aIt wasn't long when we arrived at Pentos where we stayed in the kind home of Magister Illyrio Mopatis, one of the richest men in the Free Cities. He took us in and housed us, clothed us and fed us. For this we were indebted to him, but Viserys demanded more. It was fortunate that Illyrio was never irritated by Viserys. Viserys has always been rather dominating. He declared himself to be Prince Regent with the fact that I am not even off age. I had no choice but to consent, so I will not risk waking the dragon in fear of Daenerys being hurt by Viserys.
There are only three dragons left in the world, two are the sun of Dorne and Dragons. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken, the words of my mother's house. Fire and Blood, the words of my father's house. House Targaryen must do all it can to keep their legacy alive.
Changes: In this Fanfiction, Daenerys is the daughter of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia. I know this doesn't match with the story in A Song of Ice and Fire or the TV Series: Game of Thrones, but it will match in this fanfiction. Also, because many characters such as Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah often commented how Daenerys is like Rhaegar, and also the second Daenerys Targaryen married Maron Martell who was a Prince of Dorne. I think it will seem better only in this fanfic that Daenerys is the daughter of Rhaegar and Elia. If you don't like it, then don't read.