*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI*
**BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING**

Rhaesa stood there in her towel, staring at the eggs, "Oh, my Kami, you can talk to me!"

**Of course, we can talk to you, Mother. You're our mother.** The little dragon, clearly male, said.

"I don't understand how is this possible?"

**You're like us, Mother, a dragon. Dragons talk to each other. We're blood.**

Rhaesa furrowed her brow, what did he mean that they were blood? Her eyes widened, of course, Rhaesa had accidentally bled on the eggs. They must have bonded with her because of it, oh, she had to tell Dany this.

"Why am I only now hearing from you?"

**We couldn't talk before, too small.** The third one answered.

Rhaesa smiled, "I can't wait to see you, my hatchlings." Rhaesa tells her children.

We can't wait to see you too, Mother and our sibling.

"You know about the baby?"

**What is a baby, Mother?** One of the dragons asked, its voice laced with confusion and curiosity.

"A hatchling, like you only different."

Rhaesa felt a wave of understanding coming from the eggs. 'Holy shit, I can feel their emotions too!' Rhaesa thought.

**Yes, mother, we know of our sibling. We can tell from our bond.**

Rhaesa smiled and placed her hand on her belly, "So what shall I call you."

**We don't know, you have to name us.**

"Are all three of you, boys?"

**Boys?**

"Uh, male, are you male dragons?"

**What's the difference?**

"Well, if you're male, I need to give you masculine names. Bolder names, if you're female, feminine names. More delicate names."

There was a long pause, **We're male, Mother.**

"Alright, let me think for a moment."

Rhaesa looked at the eggs and their different colors. She wondered if that meant that the dragons would be the color of their eggs. After thinking for a while, Rhaesa concluded that yes, they would be. So, she scrutinized each egg. Finally, she came to a decision.

Picking up the black egg, which was much heavier now, Rhaesa looked at it, "I'm going to call you Balerion." She put the black egg back on the coals and picked up the silver egg, "And you're Meraxes." She then picked up the last one that was black and red; she smiled fondly that this one. "And I shall call you Drogon, after your father."

Rhaesa could feel through their bond that the dragons were satisfied with their names. After a while, Rhaesa could feel that the dragons were beginning to tire.

**We're tired, Mother, it's time for us to sleep.** Balerion told her.

"Alright, little ones, sleep well."

After that, there was silence, though Rhaesa could feel their contentment. Rhaesa sighed and got dressed; this had been an exciting development. She couldn't help but wonder if the reason she could hear her children was because of her Priestess powers, or was this something that all Targaryens could do. If it were, that would explain the close bond between dragon and rider. But somehow, Rhaesa doubted it. Because if that were the case, then her ancestors would have written it down.

Nevertheless, Rhaesa would tell Dany in the morning. They could experiment with her eggs and see if the same thing happened. Rhaesa dearly hoped so. This was something she wanted her baby sister to experience, as well. Rhaesa stared lovingly at the eggs then yawned. It had been a long day, and it was finally catching up with her. Rhaesa went to her bed, laid down, and went to sleep. A few moments later, Rhaesa felt strong arms encircle her. Drogo pulled his sleeping wife to his chest, kissing her head. Drogo settled down and went to sleep.

The next morning, Rhaesa was awakened by sweet kisses along her neck. She smiled and rolled over to face her husband. He kissed her gently on the lips, *Good morning, Moon of My Life.*

*Good morning, My Warrior Love. Did you sleep well?*

*With you in my arms, always.*

Drogo kissed his wife, the kiss became more urgent, causing Rhaesa to whimper. She was suddenly pulled onto Drogo, and Rhaesa could feel his erection through her nightgown. He thrust his hips upwards into her core, *Ride me, wife.* Drogo demanded.

*With pleasure, husband.*

Rhaesa slowly sunk onto his cock, causing Drogo to moan. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, Rhaesa began to ride him slowly. Their moans and cries could be heard throughout the tent as they made love in the early morning hours.

After Rhaesa woke up a second time, Doreah came into the tent to help her get dressed for the day. Rhaesa decided that she would speak with Dany when they were on the move. She didn't want Viserys to hear their conversation. When Rhaesa was dressed, she went and sat with Drogo to break her fast. He smiled at her and pulled her into his lap.

After they had eaten and the tents were taken down. Drogo helped Rhaesa onto her horse. He rode on ahead of the Khalasar as was his customary habit while Rhaesa rode in the middle with Ser Barristan at her side and Rakharo behind her. After a while, Dany rode up alongside her sister. She noticed that Rhaesa was deep in thought.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Rhaesa smiled at Dany, "Yes, Dany, I was only thinking of something interesting that happened last night that I wanted to share with you."

"Oh? What happened?"

"First, I must ask you, have you noticed a change in the eggs?"

"Yes, I have, they seem to be rougher, with sharper edges, why?"

"Good, A few days ago, when I picked up one of the eggs, I accidentally cut myself. And my blood got all over the egg. What I didn't notice was that my blood dripped onto the other two eggs as well."

"What happened after that?" Daenerys asked.

"Nothing at first, then last night as I was bathing, I heard a tiny whisper. The whisper got louder until I heard a voice call me mother."

"Whose voice was it," Dany asks, hoping it was what she thought it was.

"It was the voice of one of the dragons in the egg."

Ser Barristan, who had been listening, eyes widen but said nothing.

"No."

Rhaesa nodded. She then went on to explain what she and her dragons talked about and how they were now bonded. A smile grew on Dany's face.

"Do you think that if I did the same thing, my eggs would be able to talk to me?" Daenerys asked in an excited tone.

"I don't know, but it's worth trying. Tonight when we make camp try it. But it will take a few days for the dragons to talk to you."

Daenerys was so excited at the thought that she couldn't wait to make camp. At sunset, Drogo called for the Khalaser to halt and make camp. Once the tents were set up, Rhaesa and Daenerys went into Dany's tent and placed her dragon eggs in the coals. Daenerys looks at her sister and sighs. She takes a knife and cuts her palm. Dany lets the blood pool in her hand then drips it onto each egg. The blood hisses when it lands on the eggs, and the girls watch in fascination as the eggs absorb the blood.

Rhaesa takes Dany's hand, "There's something else I want to show you."

Rhaesa places her finger on Dany's cut, and it starts to glow. Dany's eyes widen as she watches her cut begin to heal. When it's treated, Daenerys looks up at her sister in awe.

"I've never shown anyone my healing abilities except for Ser Barristan. Though Mother told me the day you were born that she knew I had these abilities."

Daenerys becomes sad at the mention of their mother, "You couldn't heal her, Rhae?"

"Yes, I could have, but she asked me not to. She was so close to death; it would have taken a great deal of effort on my part, and it would have weakened me greatly. She knew this and didn't want to risk me collapsing. Stannis was invading Dragonstone, and her priority was for Viserys and me to escape. Mother asked me to let her go."

Daenerys had tears running down her face, "I'm sorry I killed our mother."

Rhaesa hugged her sister, "You did nothing of the sort, who told you that?"

"Viserys."

"Of course he did. Dany, you didn't kill Mother, it was something that happened. She was under a great deal of stress. We were in danger; it was all too much for her Rhaegar's death, Elia, and the children's death. Never think that you killed Mother. I know that she wouldn't have traded her life for yours for anything in the world. Mother loved you very much."

Daenerys started crying and hugged her sister tighter, "Thank you, Rhae."

"You're welcome, Dany."

A few days went by, and Daenerys comes rushing into Rhaesa's tent with a massive smile on her face. She hugs her sister and laughs, "It worked, Rhae, the babies talked to me. They called me mother."

Rhaesa hugged her sister, "That's wonderful, Dany. Tell me, are they male or female?"

"They're female."

Rhaesa grinned at her sister, "This is incredible, mine are male. Do you know what this means?"

"We'll be able to have more dragons!" Daenerys squealed.

"Did you name them?"

"Yes, I named them Vhagar, Dreamfyre, and Meleys."

"Those are beautiful names. What else did they tell you?"

"The babies said they couldn't wait to meet me. How are we going to hatch them, Rhae?"

"Well, we've already given them blood, I think now all we have to do is give them time to develop and then fire. But we need to be careful; we don't want a repeat of Summerhall."

Daenerys nodded, somehow they would figure out a way to get the eggs hot enough for them to hatch. Something suddenly occurred to Dany, "We can't let Viserys know that the eggs are developing."

"No, we can't. He'll try to take the eggs," Rhaesa tells her sister.

Now that the girls had agreed that Viserys couldn't know anything, Daenerys went back to her tent to attend her eggs. After she left, Ser Barristan asked for permission to come into Rhaesa's tent.

"Is there something I can help you with, Ser Barristan?"

"Yes, Khaleesi, I couldn't help overhearing the other day you telling the princess about your dragon eggs. Is it true, can they talk to you?"

Rhaesa smiled at her dearest friend and guard, "Yes, it is, and now Dany's dragons can do the same with her."

"I'm assuming that means they will eventually hatch."

"Yes, they will, but I think it won't be for a while. The dragons are still developing."

Ser Barristan nods, "Khaleesi, is it wise to hatch them?"

"I don't see why not, the dragons recognize Dany and me as their mothers, and we can communicate with them. Something that I don't think our ancestors could do with their dragons. They will listen to their mothers."

"Then I will protect them with my life until they are old enough to protect themselves," Ser Barristan tells her.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan, it means a great deal to me that I have your support."

"You will always have it, Khaleesi."

With that, Ser Barristan left the tent. The weeks went by, and not only were dragons developing nicely in their eggs, but so was the baby in Rhaesa's womb. Rhaesa was already four months along, and her baby bump was more prominent. But even though Rhaesa's belly was more significant, she continued to spar with Ser Barristan and practice her archery. Drogo protested at first, but he saw how happy it made Rhaesa practicing her combat skill, and he saw how careful Ser Barristan was that Drogo decided to allow it.

As a show of good faith, Rhaesa decided to let Jorah, who had finally healed from his injuries, continue to instruct Dany. She did have a guard nearby just in case. When Rhaesa and Ser Barristan would finish with their sparring, they would go and watch Daenerys train with Jorah.

"She's improving," Ser Barristan said.

"Yes, she is."

"She'll never be good enough. Daenerys will always be worthless," Viserys said as he walked up and stood next to Rhaesa.

"Why do you always run her down?"

"Because it's her fault Mother is dead."

"Oh, gods, Viserys, no, it wasn't. Mother was delicate, and with everything that was going on, she couldn't handle the stress it was too much for her."

Viserys glared at Daenerys, "She should never have been born."

"Viserys, if you say that one more time, I will pummel you."

Viserys smirked, "You can't do anything to me, you're carrying that savage's spawn."

Ser Barristan stepped between the siblings, "She may not be able to Your Grace, but I will."

"You would assault your king."

"You're not my king, Your Grace and your not his either," Ser Barristan said, motioning with his head.

Viserys turned around and saw that Rakharo was now standing directly behind him with his sword drawn. "He wouldn't dare."

"I'm sure he would, Your Grace."

Viserys huffed and walked away like a petulant child.