Prologue - Braavos 284 AC

A little girl was playing in the garden of a small house in the city of Braavos. Despite her young age, she already clearly had the classic Valyrian look with violet eyes, that seemed to sparkle in the midday heat of Braavos, pale skin and a mane of pale silver-gold hair that flowed past her waist. Around her neck she wore a pretty necklace with a 3-headed Dragon carved into it. A boy of similar looks, just a few years older than her was chasing after her, both seemingly without a care in the world, happily playing in the small garden with a single lemon tree in it.

Ser Willem Darry, an old knight was watching them with a small smile on his face, as the young girl carefully picked a ripe lemon of the tree. Her older brother carefully took the lemon and peeled it for her, warning her with a small smile to be careful when she ate it, as it was very sour. The girl unfortunately disregarded the warning and took a large bite. She immediately spit out the lemon and her brother laughed at her expression. Nonetheless her brother, who already has 12 namedays quickly soothed her as her beautiful violet eyes started to fill with tears.

The house with the red door in which the siblings lived, along with the elderly knight and a few servants was small but comfortable, providing comfort to the exiled prince and princess. Ser Willem loved to observe the siblings interact. Viserys was mostly kind to his young sister. He often comforted her when she had a bad dream or he let her crawl into bed with him and told her stories about the seven Kingdoms, about their family, their histories and their dragons, as well as Robert's Rebellion, which had just recently put an end to the 300-year-old Targaryen dynasty. Viserys was now intent on reclaiming their father's throne, promising Daenerys a thousand times that he would take her back to Westeros, where smallfolk and nobles alike would cheer for her. Despite these shows of affection Ser Willem observed that the young boy was already starting to show himself as his father's son, more so than Prince Rhaegar's brother. He never truly forgave the young princess for killing their mother, Queen Rhaella in childbirth.

Young Viserys seemed to miss his late mother dearly as he not rarely spend hours staring at the last item they had left of her - Her crown. A beautiful band of gold, a slimmer, more feminine version of the second crown of King Jaeherys the First, which had been worn already many years previously by Queen Alysanne. The band of gold was exquisitely decorated with red rubies that sparkled in the sun and seemed to light up every room. The crown had been made with the utmost precision, by the best smiths the known world had to offer.

While young Viserys treasured his mother's crown, Daenerys showed similar affections to the 3 Dragon eggs, which she had been gifted by the Sealord of Braavos, a kind man named Ferrego Antaryon, most likely one of the most wealthy men in the Free Cities, if not the most wealthy. Barely a year ago, Ser Willem had met with Prince Oberyn Martell and the two had made a pact in which Viserys was promised the Hand of Doran's daughter, Princess Arianne Martell, in return for Dorne's help in House Targaryen reclaiming the Iron Throne. A pact which the Sealord had observed as a witness, along with the First Sword of Braavos, a braavosi named Syrio Forel. As his sign of support for the pact he had gifted the young princess 3 Dragon eggs from the Shadowlands beyond Asshai, where the known world ended.

Such Dragon eggs, even though they had long been turned to stone were very rare and due to their beauty very valuable. Many collectors would be willing to pay incredible amounts of money to acquire a Dragon egg, something Viserys intended to use once they were ready to take back the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Throne.

And he wasn't wrong. Selling all 3 Dragon eggs could easily buy them a fleet along with a lot of sellsword companies to fight for them. They could probably even acquire the Golden Company's support. It's not as if they had any more Blackfyres to fight for, not since Ser Barristan Selmy slew Maelys the Monstrous on the Stepstones, ending the Blackfyre line forever.

Life went on peacefully for the young Targaryen children, until one faithful day, during spring in the 285. year after Aegon's conquest. The prince and princess were sleeping peacefully in their chambers when suddenly their peaceful life came to an end.

Smoke suddenly started to fill their lungs and both immediately woke up. A quick look around. Smoke started to fill the top of their room. Viserys immediately stormed to the door, shaking it with all the power he had, but the door just wouldn't open. Flames started to lick the wooden walls of their room and they could hear a voice, which the young princess recognized as the voice of her nice wet-nurse Jiha. She knew that people could die, but the whole concept of death had been surreal to the young girl. Until now.

Viserys finally broke through the door, injuring his shoulder in the process, but he kept going, determined to survive and get his little sister to safety. But it kept getting harder. The heat started to consume them and the young prince could already feel his vision blur, as more and more smoke entered his lunges. His legs started to feel heavy and his arms felt week. Just as he saw the exit of their house a large man appeared in the entrance, a young woman who Viserys recognized as one of their servants next to him.

"Run, Dany," Viserys told his little sister, his voice sounding raw and barely more than a whisper as the flames started to surround them and pointed to a small window in the wall. Daenerys could fit through it, but he could never make it. "Make our family proud."

The little girl nodded with tears in her eyes and slowly turned around.

In the end the huge man that quietly observed the scene from the door was never needed. Viserys felt himself collapse from exhaustion and pain, as well as the smoke that filled his chest.

Viserys met the eyes of the Storm Lord behind the helmet. His eyes were empty, but Viserys almost thought he saw a tear in the eyes of the Baratheon soldier, as he watched the boy before him fall to the ground. As Viserys fell to the ground his eyes filled with tears as his mind faded away. As he laid on the ground, he saw the woman who he thought had been a loyal servant rush towards him. Even though the young boy knew he was dying, a small part of him whispered: She's coming to save me... But the young woman ran over his body, stepping on his hand, still bloody from when he broke down the door.

The last thing Viserys saw before his eyes closed forever was the once-loyal maid, grabbing his mother's crown which he still held firmly in his grasp.

His younger sister observed the whole scene from the next room, cowering in the corner with her 3 Dragoneggs, her most prized possession. And only possession now.

The window, through which Viserys had meant for her to escape had melted, making it unable for her to cross it as she could no longer open it but it still barricaded the exit and her last hope of survival. As she watched her brother collapse and the Baratheon man watch on with what even seemed like regret she accepted her faith.

The young girl kept remained hidden in the room, waiting for the flames to claim her and put an end to her short life.

'Maybe I'll meet Rhaegar, Mother, and Father. And I'll see Viserys again.' The young girl thought and it was almost comforting. As black crept into her vision and she felt her sense's become numb, she saw a woman with a wooden mask appear before her along with three cracks so intense that they seemed to split the world in two, just as a voice started to whisper in her ear

Come with me, Daenerys Stormborn...