So here is chapter two, as promised! Trip to King's Landing now to see Daenerys! Thank you for everyone who has reviewed, I love to hear what you think. Let me know if you have any ideas, although obviously hate comments will be deleted! On with the story! (I use too many exclamation marks but oh well.)

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Daenerys I

"Why were you not at the council meeting today?"

At the sound of her brother's voice, Daenerys Stormborn turned to face him, not bothering to curtsey as he approached – she had learnt long ago that he would only tease her for it. "The council members object to my presence at every meeting I attend, the first one after Lord Tyrell's death is not a time at which I wish to provoke them." She looked around the private gardens quickly – though few guests were staying with the royal family, one could never be too careful.

Rhaegar sighed loudly and looked down at her. "He was a good Hand, it is true. But you have done more for your people than any of the men sitting in that room, myself included. I do not mean the people of Kings Landing – " he said quickly as she began to argue. "I mean those unfortunate souls in Slaver's Bay. Although I do believe it is now known as the Bay of Dragons, is it not, Mhysa?"

"Yes, it is – and I'm sure I recall telling you not to call me that."

The King quickly faked a thoughtful look. "Yes, I think I remember, but alas, since your brother is a king you cannot command him." He laughed at her irritated expression, a look usually saved for his daughter, Rhaenys. "Relax, little sister, I'm only teasing. What else do they call you over there anyway?"

Dany rolled her eyes, secretly pleased at the genuine interest her brother showed. "Mhysa, the Breaker of Chains, the Unburnt, and the Mother of Dragons – those are the most common, though I am sure the former Masters use less favourable nicknames when my back is turned." She shrugged lightly. What they think of me is of no importance, she thought to herself. I am not their Queen.

"Are the new rulers doing well there?"

The girl smiled with a small amount of pride in her eyes. "None of the cities have seen a return to slavery, and Yunkai is even beginning to see an increase in profits thanks to your permission to trade with them." She paused for a moment. "After we return from Winterfell, I wish to make another trip back to ensure the peace remains – you and I both know that old traditions do not die easily."

Rhaegar nodded his agreement, before placing both hands on her shoulders. "I know I have never been your father Daenerys, but I have always tried to guide and look after you as one should. I have allowed you to enter dangerous situations through my own carelessness, but my true flaw was overlooking you – and Rhaenys and Aegon – in favour of my duties." He took and deep breath and stared intently into her eyes. "I want you to know that I am proud of the woman you have become and everything you have done in the name of House Targaryen. I wish I had told you more often."

"Are you well, brother?" Daenerys asked in shock. He must be ill to say such things.

The King laughed humourlessly as he looked across the horizon with glassy eyes and a faraway look. "Have I truly been such a terrible brother to you all these years? Mayhaps I have more of our father within me than I thought." He shook his head lightly and smiled down at her. "Run along, Little Dragon, you must finish packing. Elia will not mind you sharing her carriage, are you sure you wish to ride?"

"You know I have always been more comfortable on a horse – or a dragon." At her brother's sharp look, she allowed herself a grin. "You know that my dragons come with me – I will not leave them here." She kissed her brother quickly on the cheek and left in the directions of her rooms, unaware of Rhaegar's eyes on her as she disappeared.

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The next morning, Daenerys was interrupted while feeding Rhaegal by the appearance of Visenya, her youngest cousin. The girl looked much more like a Targaryen than her sister, with curly silver hair and warm brown eyes. Though only ten, Daenerys knew that the youngest Targaryen would grow to be a great beauty one day. The girl looked very distressed and ran to her cousin, burying her face in Dany's soft hair.

"What is the matter Visenya?" Daenerys asked gently, wiping tears from the little girl's cheeks.

"Everyone's arguing Dany, Aegon and Father, and Rhaenys keeps shouting that you're being exiled – I don't understand what's happening." She stared up at her with her huge eyes and Dany pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

"Dragons argue Vis, it's what we do. Now if you go to your room and ask a servant to prepare your clothes, we can go into the city once I've sorted out what is happening with our silly family. If you're good, we can even do some singing."

"Promise Dany?" When the older girl nodded, her face split into a huge grin. "I'll go and get ready, don't take too long!"

Watching her go, Daenerys felt a sad smile tug at her lips. Making a mental note to pay as much attention to her younger niece as possible – since the girl was clearly woefully deprived of relationships with her other family members – she went to investigate the source of Visenya's discomfort.

It did not take long. In the small council chamber, Rhaegar sat in the chair at the head of the table looking more tired than Daenerys had ever seen her. In front of him, Aegon paced furiously, his shouts echoing through the room, while Rhaenys sobbed in a chair of her own.

"What is the meaning of this?" Daenerys asked coldly to the room. Her brother started at the sound of her voice and Aegon stopping yelling, choosing instead to stare at the floor. Rhaenys was the first one to answer.

"Dany, they're going to send you away! I'm sorry I didn't know, I promise I thought Father would let the idea go!" She gazed at her aunt earnestly with tears in her eyes.

"Rhaenys, enough. It is not as bad as all that." Rhaegar sighed and stood, making his way over to Daenerys. "Little sister, I know you are young and have accomplished much already, but the time has come to arrange your marriage."

She allowed herself only a moment of sadness. A fleeting sense of nostalgia, the shouts of 'Mhysa' echoing through her head and the feel of broken chains in her hands. I will return – Rhaegar himself promised me I could. She took a deep breath and stared steadily at her brother. "Who have you chosen, Your Grace?" If Rhaegar was thrown by her use of formal titles, he did not show it.

"Robb Stark."

So that's what has everyone in a mess, Dany thought dryly. "I assume this is why you wish to speak to Lord Stark so urgently." The King merely shrugged and did not answer her.

"I'm sorry, Daenerys, I refused to marry him in favour of Loras Tyrell." Rheanys mumbled. She will need all the help she can get with him, mayhaps Renly could offer his assistance?

Daenerys smiled half-heartedly at the older girl – she always had gotten upset over the slightest of things. "Do not concern yourself with me, Jon tells me that his cousin has grown to be a kind man." She bit down on her lip as her brother looked faintly sick at the mention of his son, a furious comment bubbling on her lips.

"You can't do this Father!" All eyes turned to Aegon as he finally spoke. "You cannot make her marry this – this ill-bred thug!"

"Hold your tongue boy, you speak to the King." Rhaegar's voice was pure ice.

"He is a traitor Father, you cannot be serious! They are beasts in the North, the whole lot of – "

"Be quiet Aegon. Have you forgotten that your own brother is a Northerner?" Daenerys snapped coldly.

"An alliance needs to be made between the Targaryens and the Starks and Rhaenys does not wish to be married to Lord Robb." Rhaegar stated matter-of-factly. "Daenerys does not object to the match and the Starks should be honoured to accept such a woman as the future Lady of Winterfell." His voice dropped slightly and filled with an emotion Daenerys could not identify as he continued. "You cannot marry her, Aegon."

Dany's heart dropped at that. "W-what do you mean? Aegon, what is he saying?" She fought against the bile rising in her throat.

Her nephew looked at her with difficulty, pain in his eyes. "With me, you would be Queen." He reached for her arm, but she pulled it away quickly, regretting her sharp movement when hurt filled his face.

"I forbid it." Rhaegar said flatly. "I am sorry my son, it became too dangerous a practice when my father burned Brandon and Rickard Stark in the throne room." Never again, the silent vow echoed through Daenerys' head.

"May I be excused brother?" She asked uneasily, feeling Aegon's eyes boring into her. "I promised Visenya I would take her to the city today." When he nodded wearily, she quickly made her way to the door and left, praying that no one – particularly Aegon – wished to speak further.

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She had almost made it to her chambers when she heard him.

"Daenerys? Daenerys!"

Dany took a deep breath, turning to face her other brother. "Hello Viserys."

He stepped closer to her, silver hair glowing in the light of dawn. "I must admit I am disappointed in you Dany. You have been back from Essos for a day already and have yet to see me." His hand slipped down her arm to rest on her waist and the girl bit back the bile rising in her throat. "And we begin our travel to Winterfell in mere hours. When were you planning on spending time with me, dearest little sister?"

Daenerys took a step back and pretended not to notice her brother's indigo eyes darken to almost black in his rage. "I'm sorry brother, it has taken much time and energy to prepare for our trip North. I promised I have not forgotten about you."

Viserys glared at her and yanked the door behind her open, pushing his sister into her chambers and slamming the door behind him. "Your Grace." He hissed, face twisted in rage. "How many times have I now had to ask you to call me that?"

"You are not the King." Dany reminded him sharply. "Rhaegar is far older than either of us and a good king. What you are asking of me is treason."

Without warning, she stumbled backwards, her face stinging from where he had struck her. "I am the rightful King, do you hear me? Rhaegar has betrayed our father and the Targaryen dynasty! As we speak, he plans a peace deal with the Northern traitor and his Tully whore." He smiled at her and Daenerys saw a fire burning in his eyes as he stepped closer. So this is the madness that the servants whisper of. "When I take the Iron Throne, my sweet sister, the Starks, Baratheons and all the other traitors will burn in front of us at the hands of our dragons. And you will reign as my beautiful queen." He reached for her cheek – the same one he had struck – as if to caress it.

"Gaomagon daor renigon nyke." Daenerys spat. The sharp High Valyrian shocked Viserys enough that he took a step back; his grasp of languages that were not the Common Tongue was weak. "I am not your plaything and I will never be your bride – Rhaegar has forbidden it and for that I will always be grateful to him. He is the King of the Seven Kingdoms and we are his family. We will not betray him."

"Careful girl, you don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" Viserys hissed, malice in his smile.

"I am the dragon." Daenerys said calmly, a fierce pride momentarily overpowering any fear she had for her brother. She pulled herself up to her full height and stared defiantly at her brother. "I have walked through fire and come out not only unscathed, but with three dragons at my side. I have liberated slaves and conquered cities like my ancestors before me. I am the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains and the Mother of Dragons. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands." She turned her head towards a flickering candle from the night before and picked it up from her bedside table, her fingers dancing over the flame as she spoke coldly. "Leave now, Viserys, or we will find out whether fire can truly not kill a dragon."

Her brother fled the room without another word, almost knocking over her handmaiden as she entered the room in his haste. Missandei looked at his retreating back, before gazing at Daenerys questioningly. The princess smiled slightly, placing her candle on the table and beginning to unplait her braids. "I will need you to continue packing for me, there is a little girl waiting to leave the city."

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If online translation serves me correctly, the High Valyrian Dany uses translates to "Do not touch me."

As you can tell, I like to use quotes from the tv show. I really hope you liked this chapter from Daenerys' perspective and the new ideas introduced, I think you guys might like where this is heading and I think a lot of you will be surprised a few times – I hope so anyway.

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that I do not write for you. I love that some of you enjoy my writing and would like to see more of it, and I will always welcome constructive criticism, but I write primarily because it makes me happy. Last night a very unkind comment was posted on and I removed it because, whether or not you like someone's story, calling them idiotic and stupid is not okay. So keep in mind that people do not have any obligation to write what you want them to and everyone is more than capable of just not commenting if they intensely dislike a story – I have done it many times, it's really not that difficult. Thank you to everyone ELSE who has reviewed and favourited so far, I hope you carry on. Until next time!