It was the year 300 AC and a terrible Storm enveloped Blackwater Bay at this particular night. But among the terrible wind, the clashing of high waves on high cliffs and the remaining Targaryen ships alike and the down pour of the rain the cry of a baby could be faintly heard. For it was the night of the birth of Daenerys Targaryen. Later, much later men would both praise this name and curse it in many tongues. She was called many names by friend and foe alike. To her allies she would be known by such monikers as Mhysa or Breaker of Chains while to her enemies she would be known for example as the Ruthless or the Fearless. But both sides agreed on at least three names: Princess of the Empire, the Iron Chancellor and lastly the Warrior Princess.
But in this dark, stormy night, nobody had a clue what fate had in store for the newly born princess. Many suspected however it would be a swift death as mere days prior Kings Landing was sacked by Lannister Forces. And with the prior defeat of Prince Rhaegar, Daenerys' older brother was next in line as Rhaegar' s children were killed in the Sacking of Kings Landing. Prince Viserys was a mere child himself and with the storm the Royal Fleet was busy destroying itself the chances of the Targaryen linage's survival were slim at best. However, one knight, a certain Ser Willem did his best to organize the flight of the last true Targaryens as he too saw the signs of looming defeat. So as soon as she was born and named by her dying mother a group of loyalists took her and began the descent towards the harbour of the isle were Ser Willem awaited them. This group consisted of 4 guards, a wet nurse holding the current Princess of Dragonstone, a teacher of the in Westeros mostly forgotten tongue of the Valyrian City States, and Maester Volcan, who had help birth the princess. As this small group was led through the ancient Targaryen stronghold by a servant all of them felt something shift before them. Even the new-born princess seemed to have felt this since she stopped crying and seemed to giggle at this change in atmosphere. Later the servant would recall as he was questioned by Stannis Baratheon what happened to the Princess of Dragonstone: He saw her violet eyes seemingly brighten up and the midst of her eyes would almost look like they had obtained twin tales. However, before he could get a better look at her or any other member of the small party they vanished from existence.
Thus, vanished the small Princess Daenerys Targaryen to never return. Or so everyone thought. When she did return, she was not what anyone excepted. She wasn't a simple beautiful tool for her brother to marry off. She wasn't a spoilt brat hellbent to get what was taken from her and she certainly wasn't a Mad Queen hellbent on destroying cities for no apparent reason. She was a woman made for war, an eternal war against an eternal enemy, a war not only fought on the battlefield but in a backroom as well as on the dance floor, a war never seen before in Westeros. But it would take years before this would happen and although it wasn't as exciting as the tale of her invasion there were still a few noteworthy tales to tell which give important inside into her character.
A six-year-old girl sat in a slightly dusty study praying to Sigmar to relieve her of this torment. Sure, she had nothing against learning in general, a sentiment not many other children shared with her she was sure, but even her thirst for knowledge had its limits. Namely the Common tongue and anything else related to Westeros. When her father wasn't busy she often plead to him to spare her of these lessons saying they had no use for her which he then cited that although she was in likely another universe and had no means to return to her original, not that she wanted anyway, she still had to learn from her heritage to not repeat the same mistakes of her ancestors. She had to admit defeat there every time. So, she was 'forced' to endure the seemingly endless lectures of Maester Volcan. She liked him personally although she didn't show that often in their lessons.
"Young Princess, what are the Words of House Tully?" He asked her in the Common Tongue. He always insisted they spoke in it when he gave her his lectures although hers was heavily accented by her use of Reikspiel. Sure, his Common had gained a slight accent of Reikspiel as well over the last six years but hers was still more noticeable since she did grow up speaking Reikspiel instead of Common constantly. And frantically she didn't really care if she spoke a to her fantasy word in a wrong way. In fact, she detested the language for reminding her prior family's loss while Reikspiel and to a lesser extent the Tongue of Valyria proved at least to her of her life she still had before her, where she would be the one determining what would happen. But before she could pursue this dream of her own destiny she had to sit through this boring and pointless lesson.
"Family. Duty. Honour." She listed on her hand bored. She again asked herself why she had to learn even these pointless quotes. Sure, as a highborn daughter of a prominent House it was expected to know the Banner of each House but such things only were important if you were in the land where these Houses resided in which she wasn't. Indeed, she was currently learning these things of her homeland in her other studies.
"Princess, do you know why I ask of you to learn about specific Houses in detail?" Master Volcan, obviously having picked up on his charge's boredom, asked her. He knew the best way to motivate the young princess in her studies was to ask her to connect the subject with her already impressive knowledge. Indeed, one could find the young princess more often in the palace library than playing in the open. And while she did have a Targaryen temper, she had it better in check than her older brother. In comparison to him she was gift of the Seven. Yes, he still prayed to the 'New' Gods, even if he was the only one to do so here. As the Emperor had asked him to educate his foster daughter on Westeros and their culture, he had initially proposed to teach what he knew of the Seven as well. His new liege decision was as swift as it was final. While he wanted his daughter knowledgeable of her Westerosi heritage he had no interest whatsoever to have her stray from Sigmar's path.
"Well as you said you only ask me to learn the words of House Tully, Arryn, Lennister, Stark and Baratheon. As these Houses were the ones who opposed King Aerys III openly I suspect you want to teach me about them to get to know them and recognize any weakness of them. However, you didn't neglect to inform me of the other houses as well as the general history of Westeros meaning you respect my father's wishes for me to learn from their experiences." Daenerys answered. While Volcan noticed his charge was more animate in her explanation even if correct she still wasn't really interested. He even let the more Reikspiel pronunciation of House Lannister slide for now. Sure, she loved her statecraft as he noticed whenever she had to write a creative text in Common, she always like to criticised Westeros: How the Great Houses had no real Reason to stay loyal, how the economy was doomed to fail due to no real commerce or real specialisation or a particular favourite of hers to openly mock any real martial conflicts. Even when the Maester brought up how many knights were chivalrous she simply snorted reminding him who won the Imperial-Bretonian War and wasn't that a fun realisation for him. That even when Bretonia was one of the most in his mind noble realms on this planet it was still defeated by the forces of a more ruthless opponent. His charged had even come to their next lesson with a several pages long text written by herself in which she pointed out how the Bretonians chivalry had on multiple occasions hindered their war effort.
He also noticed that while she did accept her first name, she made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with her ancestors. The velocity with which she argued against this made him suspect Sigmar may had given her a vision of a possible future, one she seemed to despise with all her being. Indeed, she had many visions since they arrived which from what he could gather were indeed always correct.
"Well in any other case I should stay neutral let's assume for this lesson I didn't take said oath so know that we know the Words of our enemy how should we attack them?" He asked her. He hoped he would finally get her interest with this thought experiment.
"That depends." She deadpanned making her teacher raising an eyebrow urging her onwards on to explain what she meant. "What kind of enemy he or she is. Are they ruthless? Are they calculating? Are they even honouring these words? Without the knowledge of the enemy it is only possible to defeat them half the time. Now who are 'we'? Are we a rival house? Are we an invading army? What are our resources? What are our goals?" Dany bombarded him with her questions. Maester Volcan looked at his charge with both awe and confusion. He was glad to be her teacher as she showed not only wit but also a thirst for knowledge, he had rarely seen even in his fellow Maesters back at the Citadel. And instead of some of his college she always searched for a practical application for said knowledge. But this also reminded him that in this thirst she had surpassed him in some ways already and she was only a fifth of his age.
"Well these are good questions. And it is good you already know that such questions need to be asked before rushing into a fight." A new voice said chuckling. Both teacher and student looked toward the door to see a man standing there. He stood tall and proud in the red and blue of Altdorf's city colours. Although his clothes were better made than any common citizen. Around his neck hung the Silver Seal proudly proclaiming the wearer as Emperor Karl Franz von Holswig-Schliestein, Prince of Altdorf, Elector Count of Reikland, Emperor himself, Son of Emperors, Defier of Darkness and Protector of the Empire.
While Maester Volcan knelt before his liege his student had other intentions. Dany launched herself at her (adopted) father with a "Papa!" The mighty Emperor caught his adoptive daughter with ease bevor hugging her.
"Well, did my little Dragon be attentive in her studies?" He asked in his best Common. While it certainly wasn't the best Common, he had heard Maester Volcan was nevertheless impressed with his other pupil. Perhaps his liege did rub off of his daughter as the Emperor somehow found the time between training, reigning an empire and a county of it simultaneously and dealing with many foreign powers to still learn the 'native' tongue of his daughter.
"Yes, my liege. She tried her best to take it seriously. She even managed to surprise me with these questions you just heard." Maester Volcan explained slightly smiling.
"Well if that is the case." The Emperor looked at his daughter with a smile on his own. "She had hold her promise so she should get her just reward." He explained before he let his daughter toward a nearby courtyard where a lone knight leaning against a nearby wall. By his side were two wooden training swords.
"That is Sir Gareth von Ubersreik. He will instruct you how to wield the sword." He explained to his daughter who thanked him with enthusiasm.
AN so here it is the 'new' chapter. Sorry for the long wait but thanks to Covid 19 my inspiration plummeted. Thankfully me Beta reading has helped and you can expect me to post new chapters soon. So meanwhile you might want to check out these stories I have Beta read: Characters Reacting to Until Dawn and Star Wars Shadow of a Phoenix, although the later don't have any chapter from me yet.
Well enough with my rambling regarding my writing instead let's focus on me rambling about this story. Here is an updated Prologue for my most popular story. There are two reasons for this rewrite. First, I didn't like my writing style back than and there were many errors regarding the Lore of Warhammer. My main source was my German version Warhammer total war and there were many errors I made and you helpfully pointed out (for example using Fire Mage instead of Bright Mage, sorry about that but in the Version it is literally called Fire Mage and I didn't expect this story to get that big so I translated it word for word).
Second, was the 8th Season of Game of Thrones. Or as I like to call it: The Fake Season. Beside episode 'I can't see anything' 3 my main complain was with episode 'Let's kill every character imaginable' 5. And while the deaths of other character's personality hurt, nothing was so frustrating as the bells ringing scene. Now to further understand my problem with Dany's character arc's death I might have to explain why this hurt so much. I started reading the books and pretty much started rooting for Dany since the end of the first book. I even got a Targaryen mug and a mobile case. So, when Dumb and Dumber straight out murdered her there I stopped caring. I was in so much apathy that when Samwell Tarly put the Democracy Idea out there, I honestly expected them to say: Yeah. And the actual death of Dany was worse than Cersei's in my opinion. I mean I can understand that there were fans for Cersei out there but come on Dany deserve better than turned into a psychopathic Fascist who got killed by the man she loved while her main adversary died with the man she loved since birth in her arms. And before this season I didn't particular care about the Starks, they were ok. I was slightly towards them for fate had it out for them. Looking back on it they didn't get enough of it. So, for any Stark loving scum bags (I don't hate you personally just your favourite house) get out now before you get offended by me basically torturing them. Also, I as you could tell I turned my speed down. I hope to increase the quality of the story through it. And don't except quick updates either here as thanks to Dumb and Dumber my story had to increase in quality significantly as I don't have the luxury of relaying on a good story anymore. In more pleasant news I started learning to fight with a Long Sword meaning you can expect the fight scenes with swords in them to increase.
Also a quick question regarding my Girls und Panzer story: Would it be okay if certain elements of Warhammer will trickle over? If you do read both stories and want to tell me your opinion please PM me instead of do it in a review. For while I read everything you post there I think something like that would be better in a Message directly. And should there be a crazy amount of PM I will do a poll to decide it. Btw sorry for this huge AN. See you around.