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Daenerys stood in front of the window in her personal rooms in the Great Pyramid of Meereen. She looked upon the Free City she conquered and now ruled. What was once the apotheosis of Slaver's Bay now was ridden of slavery. At least, that was what she wanted to see. However, centuries of customs and servitude couldn't disappear like light in the night.

The Sons of the Harpy reminded her of the unrest in the city. The displeasure they all felt, slavers and slaves, even for a brief instance, against the stranger, the woman with white hair, that came and upturned their system entirely. The nobles for their loss of power and treasures, and the poor for their confusion and hunger.

Because they were hungry. Some had profited of the loss of collars and made themselves free men and women that met success in their new ventures. But, for a lot of them, they had to now think about what they would do and not only obey to the instructions. Some were let loose in the crowded streets of the Great Meereen without any real skills or connections. They just didn't know what to do, how to do it or even if they could.

She was torn between the compassion and the duty of a ruler. Ideally it would form a perfect cohesion for a perfect ruler, but reality and history showed the multiple failures at such a thing. Some would say that her ruling of the Dothrakis trained her to be a Queen. But being a Khaleesi doesn't prepare for the rule of a City, and even less of an entire Realm.

The Dothrakis were a special bunch. They were Horse riders and had a nomad culture. They didn't have strict rules nor a rigid system. The strongest warriors were judged worthy of rule and not the wisest. They earned it with the spilling of blood. When she was only the Khaleesi to what was left of Drogo's Khalasar, they obeyed her because of loyalty, hope for the future and what they saw at the funeral pyre where her Dragons came to life.

Daenerys felt overwhelmed and lost. Doubt crept up in her mind. She didn't know how to rule such a city, she had to admit the painful truth, if only to herself. It seems now that she wouldn't be the perfect Queen for her lost Kingdom, like everyone tried to tell her.

The arrival of the intelligent Imp, Tyrion from House Lannister, only confirmed the whispers of doubt she didn't want to think too much about. His tongue was the sharpest and most truthful one she ever heard. But it was always on point. She was a Queen, thus everybody tried to accommodate her, but he didn't. He told her she would fail at being a good ruler if she stayed on the path she was right at that moment. He opened her eyes to the fact that the people of Westeros didn't wait for her.

All the common folk wanted was to survive under the rule of their Lords and the coming Winter. The kind Lords only worked for the survival of their territories and their families. Other Lords played political and waring games to further their status in the Seven Kingdoms or to defend their honor, avenge their dead.

None, however, prayed for her return if they didn't expect to win something from it.

A sigh escaped her as usual for the past days from the troubles brewing in her mind. The sound of knocking on her door and Missandei's sweet voice extracted her from her contemplation.

"My Queen, your Council is ready on the Chamber, they are waiting for your presence."

"Thank you Missandei." She walked out of her private chambers and went down to the room she designated for her personal council. As she entered, she could see everyone of them was there already arguing about something.

Ser Barristan sat more calmly, interjected only rarely but wore a frown on his aged face. Daario as usual annoyed everybody and loudly proclaimed his opinion. Grey Worm stood near the door and silently gazed upon the men fighting like children. Tyrion drank from his cup and replied to what he deemed stupid things as scathingly as usual.

They hushed gradually as they became aware of her presence coming to the end of the table. She sat down on her attributed chair and gazed upon each one of them calmly.

"Good morning. What seems to trouble you enough today to call me earlier than the convened time?"

"My Queen… your Dragons… They escaped during the early morning, around the first lights of dawn."

Her reaction was instant. Fury rolled off of her in waves that they could feel. Her violet eyes became as sharp as Valyrian steel.

"What?! How could they escape?! They were chained in a closed room without any light or possible exit! Tell me! How could they go from the prison I put them in?"

Her anger was palpable to every person present in the Council Chamber right at that moment. She had imprisoned them with heartbreak and tears she couldn't stop running down her face. Her sorrow at the memory was equaled only by the worry and anger she felt from the recent news. She didn't even let them answer her previous tirade filled with anger.

"Is it the work of someone? A conspirator? Did you find a burned body in their cellar? Where is Drogon?!"

"No, Your Grace, it seems that Viserion and Rhaegal grew more fierce and powerful than we expected. They broke the chains holding the collars themselves and torched the stone door before breaking it by force. Witnesses saw them heading towards the see and disappearing thanks to the pale light and mist of the early morning. Drogon, well..."

She interrupted Ser Barristan before he could continue after the short pause. "Where is my Drogon? Did he fly away from Meereen too?"

"No, but another farmer is waiting for you outside the hall with a blanket covered burden to hear him out."

She understood the underlying information. Drogon burned alive another person, probably a child from a nearby farming land. He was untamed and uncontrolled. She wouldn't have any subjects left soon if appeasement didn't come for her favourite child. She turned away from the table and looked through the window gazing at the see of Slaver's Bay.

"Collect any possible sighting of my dragons. I want to know where Viserion and Rhaegal are headed. Drogon is also a problem, but I don't have any solution for now."

Tyrion's grave and pleasant voice answered her after a brief silence from the entirety of her councilors. "My Queen, if I may… During my research many years back, I learned that two winding horns were used by the Dragonlords of Old Valyria to call their bonded Dragons to them. I don't know if their existence is true or not, nor what their bond really was, but I could search it further in the various libraries Essos can offer."

She turned towards him, and looked pleased at his suggestion. She felt a little grateful to Ser Jorah for the gift he gave her. The Imp truly became slowly important as a member of her Council. His intelligence and wisdom made her rationalize and question herself. He also brought knowledge that none of the other members could submit or even dream of owning. She smiled to the Lannister, he maybe was her salvation ironically.

"You have my permission. Everything you ask for will be answered and provided. Take a few Unsullied with you if travel is needed."

Without any further discussions, Daenerys left the Chambers and headed towards her courtroom to proceed the hearings. Worry, anger and content warred within the Khaleesi's mind as she thought about her precious children and the addition of Tyrion in her advisers group.


Rhaenys strolled through the dark hallways of her residence. The somber walls seemed to absorb any light like in every other house in the large city. The Shadowlands were true to their name, only shadows thrived in the Old Asshaï.

She walked determined by light footed to her destination: the Great Library. The Citadel of Oldtown was often rumored as the oldest and biggest center of knowledge. And it was. To an extent.

The days before the order of Maesters paced the halls of the sacred institution were one where knowledge of any kind could be researched, discussed and interesting. However the established new power restricted curiosity and wonderment to what they deemed appropriate. Everything was monitored, maesters in training were limited in the subjects they could study. Every knowledge about what they deemed sorcery and unlawful dwellings was destroyed as thoroughly as it could be. Some maesters tried to revolutionize things, develop new theories and answer further questions, but they were either squashed by the Elders or saw their golden collar taken from them.

Now the City of Shadows held or strove to acquire every bit of knowledge one could find on whatever the Maesters banned. They collected every book, parchment, object one could possibly study during their journeys out of the Shadowlands.

The Targaryen princess thrived in knowledge. She could remember early memories as a child where her father Rhaegar sat her on his reassuring lap and taught her how to read and write, or only read her a book he thought she would be interested in. It seemed she inherited her thirst of knowledge from him. The Targaryen blood was a powerful one and it guided her to Asshaï.

During the sack of King's Landing, the Spider, Varys exchanged her with a common girl resembling her as much as possible without any noble blood coursing through her body. For anybody that didn't see her regularly the lie would be believable. She was sad that one more person had to die prematurely, especially such a young pretty girl.

He tried to do the same for her baby brother Aegon, but he, unfortunately, inherited the frail and sickly nature of their poor mother Elia of Dorne. When the Rebellion neared its end, the infant was already dying more by each passing day. "Infancy sickness" she remembered the old Maester Pycelle saying. Varys had to leave her brother with her Lady Mother. Nothing could have saved them. She still mourned the death of her family and held deep regret she could pay them visits on their resting place.

The master of whispers paid a Tyroshi ship master to deposit her in Pentos to the manse of Master Illyrio. She remembers crying from the absence of her mama on the Narrow Sea, her tears melding with the saltiness of large water. As she arrived to the lavish House, none of the embellishment were registered in her mind. For months she left her bed and tears only occasionally.

When her one and ten nameday passed, Rhaenys began having dreams that told and showed her things no child should ever witness. Images of death reviving through the cold, icy spiders eating human flesh and dragons burning little farm children. As time went on, they became clearer, more frequent and sometimes were less important. When those "small dreams" as she called them, began becoming reality one after another, she realized that she had a gift.

She was afraid at first because she read in a book that those who were gifted were fated only to bring unhappiness and sorrow in a household. She couldn't wish that upon those that rescued and housed her for years.

She didn't tell anyone of her new found capacities and researched it silently in the times where she was unwatched. She read books upon books. In one of those, she discovered that Targaryen blood has already shown in past times its ability to foresee. It's what saved them from the Great Doom of Valyria.

One night in her dream she saw a somber picture of a city dwelling in shadows where knowledge will be the treasure she will find. She recognized it instantly from a card she studied during her time with the Elder at the Pentos Library. It was the great city living among shadows : Asshaï the Old.

Rhaenys figured out at that moment that she had to go. Her plan was simple and efficient. She used the name of her keeper and its influence to sail on a ship traveling to the east. The gold she collected was used to pay the captain and walk through the various Free Cities of the south of Essos.

Now, at twenty name days, Rhaenys was an established scholar that read books by hundreds.

As she was reading one of the newly added books she was interrupted by a dream, a vision.

Her body moved first by itself. She stood up and walked out of the Great Library. She went on the right towards the center of the city. Finally she reached her new destination. She stood in front of the biggest construction in the heart of the city and mentally asked to see the Supervisor for a request.

As she entered the room that opened for her she addressed in the native language the man in the shadows waiting for her to speak.

"Please prepare for Rhaegal, he will land soon on the Third Grey Tower. Daenerys will join us in three moons."


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