DISCLAIMER: Chapter one.

Chapter rating: M

Chapter Eighteen: Little Lion joins the Council

(Riverrun)

Rhaenyra woke to her husband's fingers running over her back as she lay on her stomach. Using Robb's arm instead of the pillow, she groaned softly. Shrieks and roars could be heard, it was obvious the girls were flying near their windows and door to the balcony, as the wood would shake when shadows passed over closely.

"Soon they will be big enough to hunt away from you for longer periods," Robb whispered as he kissed her shoulder making her moan.

"So long as they can protect themselves, I will not care," Rhaenyra murmured as he chuckled. Lips pressing against her forehead distracted her and made her look at him, his Tully blue eyes piercing her violet ones that he swore shifted when her emotions ran high. Angry and upset they darken and glow like a fire, happy and love they were light and bright, but again he swore they narrowed when she wanted sex. She would say his shift as well and he believes her with a chuckle before pressing in for another kiss.

"My Dragon Queen," he smirked as she grinned with a giggle.

"That would make you, what? My Wolf King?" she asked with a sly smirk while biting her lip as he hummed. Thumbs ran over her hips as she rocked them back and forth, groans started to leave his throat as she reached back and grabbed his hardening cock. Carefully easing herself back onto him she gasped softly, eyes rolling back while she continued to rock back and forth, fingers braced on his stomach. Groans left Robb as he aided her, his glazed eyes watched her move, the fluid motions of her hips, they spent their nights in Riverrun almost every night together. "If I did not know any better Husband I would say you are trying to impregnate me," she grinned as he huffed a laugh.

"A sight I cannot wait to see," he moaned as he grabbed her hips harder, not bringing pain but a pleasure to the Dragon Queen who growled softly. "You big with my child. My babe," Robb whispered against her bruised lips as she clenched her face feeling her build-up tighten. It seemed to invigorate him to thrust harder as she dug her nails into his shoulders. His lips latched onto her nipples as they were perky and swaying in front of him.

"Gods, I will always be large," she laughed as he chuckled deeply, tongue twirling around the breast as he also nipped it.

"A herd of children. With our looks and power," he smirked as she grinned before bouncing harder, it was only going to take a few more well-aimed hits before she seized, walls tightening to a point he could not move as he groaned. She collapsed onto him before he continued, desperate to reach his end as she whimpered, feeling a delicious tingle as he came. Breathing harshly, their sweat-covered bodies cooled with the open window, Rhaenyra panted as she could now hear the dragons once more over her own blood, but as her ear was pressed to Robb's chest she could hear his thundering heart.

"A herd of children," she beamed as he grinned, pressing another kiss to her lips.

XVIII

(East)

Dany was seen cradling her son to her chest as her daughter was cared for by Irri who has been her constant companion in caring for her month-old infants. Drogo has been a happy father to both babies, a strong father about his son, and a protective father over his daughter. And to Dany's horror, she had no female names picked yet. Not one. Drogo thought it was fine as they were not prepared for the girl. Rhaego was the treasured child of Drogo's Khalassar, the one who would take over if his father died once he was older. Their unnamed daughter would no doubt be married to one of his Bloodrider's sons or one of her guard's sons.

"Do you still not have a name for her?" Drogo asked as he entered to see her nursing their son while Irri played with their daughter. She nodded in respect to her Khal while picking the baby up, gently offering the cooing baby to her father who kissed Dany in greeting. Both babies were different, his daughter had a head of thick black hair with small spots of white, both the babies shared their mother's eyes. His son had white hair, tan skin instead of her pale color.

"I thought of one," Dany said as he perked up wanting to know. "Rhelli? Irri was telling me of a few names she knew from Dothraki," Dany revealed as he nodded. Approving the name.

"A good name for her," Drogo praised as Rhelli grabbed his finger in a tight grip. Most Khals would prefer boys but Drogo had no issue with a girl, she would be married to someone of a high position. Soon they will be marching on, continuing onto the next town so Dany could send her letter to her sister about the birth of her children.

"Will we be moving on soon?" Dany asked as Drogo nodded. He gently bounced Rhelli before laying her beside Rhaego who kicked his feet happily. Despite being twins they do not look near similar aside from their eye color and skin tone.

"There are more lamb men we can conquer and enslave to sell. Do you have a letter for Ser Jorah to send off?" Drogo asked as Dany nodded. She retrieved the letter she had written that morning after watching her son and daughter sleep, their caregiver napping beside them as well. Irri had gone far and beyond to help Dany care for the babies, so whenever they rested from the march Irri slept sometimes while Jhiqui and Doreah tended to Dany with a few other women. But she was getting a better length of caring for the babies with Dany, both did not need long naps anymore. So Dany had written out a message for her sister since they were gone for longer periods of time. A Dothrak quickly took them and took off on a quick horse, knowing how to avoid other Khalassars if he needed to. A slave was watching as Dany left her tent for a moment but the woman knew Drogo was still in there with her handmaidens and the babies. Two of his men were stationed outside while Cohollo was on the inside, watching his heirs with a gentle smile. The slave was vengeful after watching her own children be slaughtered, her daughters raped before they and her sons were just killed, they didn't even save them for slaves like some others. Drogo had berated those Dothraki for allowing their bloodlust to consume their thinking. He needed slaves to sell, the other men did better than the following day of catching stragglers who had tried to flee. But now she saw the Khaleesi, no longer pregnant after giving birth to twins, strong and healthy babes. Anger and revenge were now driving the woman to do something rash and vicious as she plotted when a Dothrak pushed her down and mounted her. Others just walked around with no pause, not even others of her former village. They were broken, but she was not as she dug her nails into the ground.

XVIII

(Riverrun)

Rhaenyra walked around the lakeside as Ellaria joined her, Tyene and Raynor following them with her handmaidens. The Dornish paramour found humor in the young Queen's annoyance at their need to follow her.

"As Queen, you should be followed by handmaidens and guards, be happy you are only with your maidens period, Your Grace," Raynor commented as Rhaenyra growled softly. Everyone laughed as Roslin looked a bit uncomfortable about how open everyone was at laughing at their new queen.

"Is everything alright, Lady Frey?" Ellaria questioned outright as she stopped walking, everyone did so as well while Rhaenyra walked to the waterline.

"Yes, My Lady." The younger shook her head, nervous suddenly.

"Does their relaxed nature around me surprise you, Lady Frey?" Rhaenyra asked as Roslin shook her head once more.

"No, Your Grace. I learn every day how to please you and learn how I should act around you," Roslin spoke as her answer seemed to irritate the Queen as Baela shook her head.

"Your Grace!" A call made everyone turn as Rhaenyra pulled Ellaria through, their arms linked together. "You have a few messages," a Stark guard said as he continued closer.

"Would one of you please go and retrieve them, I am not feeling the best to continuously move around, I will just sit out here," Rhaenyra said as Baela nodded.

"Of course, Your Grace. Lady Frey, follow me." Baela pulled the stuttering girl along as she had no idea why she had to go.

"Would you like to sit, Your Grace?" Ellaria suggested as Rhaenyra smiled.

"No, I am so sorry I feel fine, I just lied to get Roslin away from me. I know she means well but she's trying too hard. No matter how many times we tell her not to," Rhaenyra winced as Ellaria nodded in understanding with a soft 'ah' as her daughter and stepdaughter smiled.

"Well then she should learn," Ellaria said, Valaena scoffed.

"I mean no disrespect, My Lady, but we have told her. She continues to try and wedge herself… between us," Valaena spoke slowly.

"What, Valaena do you suspect something?" Rhaenyra asked, worried as Valaena stopped talking, she was looking at the ground.

"Val?" Lynarra asked as the Valyrian hissed.

"Hush!" she ordered quietly as the women became nervous with Raynor reaching for his sword. Nymeria and Tyene picked their daggers or whip. Rhaenyra pulled Ellaria to the middle at Lynarra's order. Shrieks and deafening roars came from nowhere as they slammed to the ground, Rhaenys was at the edge of the water, her tail and feet resting in the shallows. Each dragon roared at the tree line as they stood higher, towering over their mother now. They've doubled in size since arriving at Riverrun, gorging on lake and land animals. Rhaenyra placed her hand against Rhaella's side as she growled, showing her teeth as drool escaped.

"I mean Your Grace no ill will. Please, call them off," the voice requested as Ellaria looked surprised.

"Ser Barristan the Bold," she answered as the cloaked man came out when Rhaenyra soothed her dragons, braving against the growling dragons who backed away while he removed his hood. Rhaenyra could see the sword on his back and knew the hilt within seconds.

"Is that..." She pointed, a sick feeling settling in her stomach at his look.

"Yes," he answered, pulling it from his back. Freeing it from the cloth and pulling it from the scabbard to see the stains that the executioner didn't clean off. Rhaenyra felt her stomach roll at it, it was disgraced and Robb would never use it now. "They have dishonored your husband's family blade. A great weapon but now it holds a dark stain," the knight said as Rhaenyra nodded sadly.

"Why are you here?" Rhaenyra asked as he sheathed it, kneeling to her as she approached.

"When King Robert died, King Joffrey dismissed me from his service," he started as her eyes widened. "So I left, I decided that if I would not serve a just ruler. I will protect my former King's only living blood," he decided, looking to her as her dragons growled for a moment longer.

"Come," she urged before shoving through her dragons, beckoning the knight to follow as her group turned with her. He did so with some caution as the dragons' heads were over him, he heard rumors and assumed they were smaller. The red one growled if he walked too close to Rhaenyra, hissing softly if he stared too long. "Do not mind them, they do that to intimidate others," Rhaenyra soothed as he smirked.

"It does well. They will grow to become bigger," he remembered going with Rhaegar down to see the dragon skulls, from smallest to largest. He even did it with young Rhaenys who sat on her father's arm, her favorite had been Balerion who she named her black kitten after.

Robb, who had woken to his wife missing and no flying dragons, was looking for her. He froze at seeing her with Ser Barristan. "Robb," she greeted as he approached her with caution.

"Rhaenyra, what is going on?" he asked using her full name which wasn't usual. He was agitated with her.

"Ser Barristan has been dismissed from the Kingsguard. It appears that the fool of a King has no mind for the oaths, no one taught him that," she growled as he tensed. Grey Wind who reached Robb's waist came up to the knight, sniffing his hand, and stared at him for the moment. "But he also has delivered something, My Love," she spoke softly as he narrowed his eyes confused at her words. Turning to the knight, she nodded as he gave a single nod before producing the covered sword for Robb to look in shock at seeing his father's sword.

"I am sorry I could not retrieve your sisters, Your Grace. I would have fought to bring them with me too," Barristan spoke as he carefully offered the sword to the Northern King. Robb still dazed, carefully took the blade and closed his eyes, gripping it tightly as many looked down in sorrow.

"What do you want?" he asked as the old man shook his head.

"Nothing. But to serve the right ruler," he answered, eyes going to Rhaenyra who stood straighter, waiting for a response.

"To serve my wife?" Robb asked, she already had a protector, Raynor. "I gave my oath to serve the Targaryen family and could not do that. So as Robert had been my King, my vows have now allowed me to come to beg the forgiveness of Queen Rhaenyra, to serve House Stark and House Targaryen," he claimed as Robb stared him down for what felt like forever. But it was only moments as he nodded.

"Who do you pledge to?" he asked as Barristan paused.

"If it would not offend Your Grace, I would pledge my sword to Your Queen," he claimed as Robb smirked, giving a nod as he retrieved his sword from Theon, who quickly offered it.

"I would not be offended, I would be honored that a man of your status would want to defend my wife," he smiled, being honest as Ser Barristan saw it. "Do you remember?" he asked Rhaenyra who paused.

"I think so," she mused as the dragons came from the open windows. Softly taking her husband's sword, Ser Barristan knelt in front of her as she turned to him, gripping the metal oddly in her grasp. Facing him she raised it, touching his shoulder.

"In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just," switching to his right shoulder. "In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the young and innocent." She returned to his left shoulder. "In the name of the Maid, I charge you to protect all women," she finished, Ser Barristan bowed his head to her.

"I offer my services, Queen Rhaenyra. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New," Ser Barristan swore as she smiled.

"And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear by the Old Gods and the New. Arise," she ordered as he did so.

"I promise to protect you from all harm, Your Grace, I will shield you and defend your honor. To my last breath." Rhaenyra knew why he added this. She and Robb would be his final rulers.

XVIII

(King's Landing)

Tyrion whistled as he waddled in with a grin as he saw the befuddled looks on the council's face when he entered. His sister looked like she swallowed a lemon and glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked firmly, a snarl starting to form.

"It's been a remarkable journey." Tyrion grabbed a glass when he sat down. "I pissed off the edge of the Wall, I slept in a sky cell. I fought with the hill tribes. So many adventures, so much to be thankful for," he smiled as Varys looked between them becoming nervous.

"What are you doing here? This is the small council," Cersei repeated angrily.

"Yes. Well, I do believe the Hand of the King is welcomed at all small council meetings," he smirked as she froze, as did all the others.

"Our father is Hand of the King," Cersei emphasized with a frown.

"Father sends his regards," Tyrion spoke as he produced his letter, with his father's seal and special gold wax.

"What regards?" she snarled shooting up from the King's chair that she occupied while he took the Hand's. Lord Varys had examined it before it was taken quite roughly. "My lord father has sent my brother to sit in his place in this council. He asks that we accept Tyrion as the Hand of the King, until such time as he himself can join us," she snarled out as everyone tensed. "I sent for Father and an army and he sends me you," she spat as he grinned.

"You are right. Father sent me, he is fighting a war. A war started by our King," Tyrion started before pausing as his sister's face morphed into their House animal at the mention of her son. "My Lords if you would be kind enough to permit me a moment with my sister in private?" he asked as they all nodded and stood.

"Of course. Call if we shall be needed My Lord, Your Grace," Varys spoke as he left first, Pycelle, Slynt, and Littlefinger were last to leave at slower rates.

"How did you convince Father?" she asked as he scoffed.

"If I could convince Father of anything then I would be the emperor of the world by now," Tyrion joked as she glared.

"I am Joffrey's Regent, I sent him a royal command," she snarled as Tyrion just looked at her.

"You gave him a command and he ignored you," Tyrion mocked her. "He is fighting a war because of what your son did," he growled out as Cersei bit her lip with a grimace.

"He was instructed to pardon Stark, to allow him to take the black. The man would have been out of our way forever, and we might have made peace with that son of his, but Joff took it upon himself to give the people a better show. What was I to do? He called for Lord Eddard's head in front of half the city. Janos Slynt and Ser Ilyn went ahead and shortened the man without a word from me!" Her hand tightened into a fist. "And the High Septon claims we profaned Baelor's Sept with blood, after lying to him about our intent."

"He has a point," claimed Tyrion. "So this Lord Slynt, he was part of it, was he? Tell me, whose fine idea was it to grant him Harrenhal and name him to the council? Clearly, he's an imbecile." The dwarf commented while Cersei sighed softly.

"Littlefinger made the arrangements. We needed Slynt's gold cloaks. Eddard Stark was plotting with Renly and he'd written to Lord Stannis, offering him the throne. We might have lost it all," she sighed as he growled.

"We're at war with his son. If yours had kept Lord Stark's head then we would not be in this situation," Tyrion pointed out as Cersei frowned. "Along with those fine points, whose idea was it to dismiss Ser Barristan Selmy from the Kingsguard? Was it Joffrey's?" Tyrion asked as she sighed.

"We offered the old fool land and a castle to go with it-"

"You've disgraced a war hero!" Tyrion interrupted before continuing as she almost spoke again. "And the 'old fool' you call him took out Lord Slynt's guards as he left through the Mud Gate, like picking off flies," Tyrion snarled as Cersei flinched at his tone.

"Janos is not as smart as some might think. He posts very little men," she mumbled the last part as they sat in chairs facing one another. "And he's stolen the Stark sword Ice from our armory where we kept it," she bit out as he scoffed.

"Ser Barristan was the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard. He and Jaime are the only survivors of Aerys Targaryen's seven. The smallfolk talk of him in the same way they talk of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. What do you imagine they'll think when they see Barristan the Bold riding beside Robb Stark?" he asked as Cersei frowned with confusion.

"Why would he join the Stark boy?" she asked not understanding fully he was a northerner, Barristan a southerner.

"So far the Stark boy has not lost a battle and because that is where Rhaenyra Targaryen is," Tyrion pointed out as Cersei frowned.

"What good is a little girl?" she asked, scoffing softly.

"She is the last surviving child of the Targaryens in Westeros and is the Mother of Dragons if the rumors are to be believed," he commented as her eyes narrowed.

"They are just stories, Tyrion," she dismissed, she refused to believe dragons existed. The only thing left of them was beneath their feet in the dungeons.

"But that is one of the reasons Father sent me," Tyrion interjected. "I am here to bring your son to heel and to put a stop to all this nonsense. What I worry about is that Rhaenyra might go to Stannis or Renly to make a deal," he mumbled suddenly as she perked up.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, wanting to know. If Tyrion suspected something it usually meant a great deal.

"The stories were that Stannis brought Rhaenyra to..."

"King's Landing, yes he did. Cared for her himself," Cersei shrugged, not understanding.

"What if she played on that little part? If Robb and she were King and Queen of the North..."

"He'd be King of the South? Why? He wants all 7 kingdoms." She was sure that's what the Baratheon man wanted. Both of them.

"No. I was told he used to visit the young girl when she was in White Harbor, he'd once given her a knife I believe," he mumbled as she narrowed her eyes.

"How do you know all this?" she asked, curious how this escaped her knowledge as she had her spies on that girl since she was a babe except recently. Every one of them has gone silent save a few she had on the road.

"Because I asked her. I was curious about her life growing up, I learned that she went to the Wall, traveled to close northern castles until she grew up," he informed her as she pursed her lips before they curled into a smile. "What?" Tyrion frowned.

"How much did you learn about her?" Cersei asked suddenly as Tyrion froze, he had learned a bit from the Wall, not her uncle though who clamped shut when he learned who he spoke to, and some of the northern people who were too drunk to realize. Though he knew some were tight-lipped when something was mentioned and not allowed themselves to speak.

"From what I could get out, the people love her. I even heard a peasant comment how she'd rather risk a Targaryen as Queen than your son as King," Tyrion spoke as her face drew into a snarl.

"She needs to be eliminated," Cersei decided as Tyrion spoke quickly.

"NO! If you do that it'll cause an all-out war with everyone! The Dornish have sided with the Stark army. You do realize if Robb asked, Prince Oberyn could have his brother send more men in this direction, the only kingdom to resist Aegon who had bigger dragons." Tyrion believed the rumors, it was sad, he wanted to believe in them.

"They are only rumors, and as you've said we're already at war," she emphasized. "If she dies, someone will be blamed," she spoke smoothly as he narrowed his eyes.

"She is a Targaryen, the only problem she poses is to you and your children who sit on that throne," he pointed out. "There won't be another blame because Stannis and Renly both have not even attempted anything. The only thing I got out when she was attacked before was that it was a blonde woman who snuck past the guards," Tyrion trailed off slowly as he thought. Blondes were more common in their home, not even the Stormlands held many fair-haired children.

"Anyone can be bought," Cersei deflected as Tyrion looked at her sharply.

"Yes, anyone," he agreed as she hummed while he stood. "I am here only to advise the King," he soothed looking back at her when he turned to leave.

"Only to advise?" she asked as he nodded.

"Yes. That is the Hand's job," he nodded before walking away. "The King just might get his Uncle back if he does. We at least have the Stark girls and Lady to trade for him," he offered as hope as Cersei froze.

"One and the wolf," she ground out as he skidded to a stop.

"One? We had three! The only adult lost his head and I only saw Sansa with her direwolf!" Tyrion snarled as Cersei sighed.

"Arya. The little animal escaped when Ser Meryn went to retrieve her, her dancing master interfered, and she fled. Hasn't been seen since, she is likely dead," Cersei spoke, silently hoping she was.

"You better hope not as Robb will be wanting both his sisters," he spoke out as she scoffed.

"She is still engaged to Joffrey until she flowers, he'll put a child in her then. I have been letting the people think that we have Arya," she deflected as he sighed before returning his original direction. "If you find out anything..."

"I will inform you immediately," he spoke before exiting while Bronn grinned. Being completely bored out there with the stick-in-the-mud type guard.

"Ready?" he asked, stepping aside as Tyrion walked in front of him.

"Always," the Imp grinned and together they walked off to examine the city and learn what they could.

XVIII

Sansa walked with Lady in the gardens as the giant wolf paused when she spied Petyr Baelish approaching. He froze at seeing Lady who started to show her teeth in warning.

"Easy, Lady," Sansa soothed as Leo frowned, he trusted the direwolf's judgment.

"Lady Sansa!" Tyrion's voice made the trio look as Lady's tail gave a tiny wag at seeing Tyrion before turning and huffing as the dwarf offered meat. She seemed to like the small Lannister. "The only wolf to like me!" he cheered, giving her a small pat on the head as she sniffed him a bit more.

"Giant beast," Bronn commented which made her look at him and back up for a moment, head down. "Now I'm getting nervous," he added, about to back up.

"If I might advise you on her behavior, Ser. Do not back up or show nerves, treat her like an uncooperative hound that has potential. My father had plenty of them." Leo's advice made Bronn nod as he steeled his position.

"Right, thanks Lad," Bronn thanked the young soldier who nodded.

"My brother and I hunt with her if you are interested, it's how we learned her body signals. But she is fast to learn from," Leo encouraged as Bronn laughed softly.

"I actually might want to see that." Tyrion smiled as he stood alongside Sansa.

"My Lady, I have a thought. I overheard your maid, Rury, who you were close to I heard, was taken out. For mysterious reasons, Lord Varys has a handful of new ones he'd like to offer you to pick out. Though I feel like it would be Lady picking her out," he teased as Sansa smiled softly.

"Thank you, My Lord. I would appreciate the new faces." Sansa knew Tyrion was a nice man, despite being a Lannister, Rhaenyra's words from letters when she talked with the man. She did not trust the new ladies-in-waiting Cersei offered, she knew they were spies for the Queen. The few girls she befriended in her service had warned her when something would happen but now they were gone and replaced by fake girls.

"I believe many are foreign so if you wished to learn new languages, you can," Tyrion encouraged as she nodded before curtsying as Leo bowed as he started to leave. The duo walked off as Petyr Baelish had disappeared during the conversation.

"Where did he go?" Sansa questioned while Leo looked around with caution.

"I am not sure, My Lady," Leo whispered back. "We should head back, I am not feeling secure without my brother to help protect you," he claimed as she nodded and followed him back, calling Lady in High Valyrian. Something Leo noticed is that Lady obeyed Valyrian commands as did Sansa's mare in the stables. Very few knew that as the stablemaster refused to tell, he liked hearing Sansa speak it when she tended to her horse alongside her maids who would giggle with her and try to repeat it. A few weeks later, Sansa sat in her window reading a book in Valyrian before a knock brought her from her thoughts. Her maids quickly stopped what they were doing, surprised by the sudden visit.

"My Lady?" Varys called as her maid answered it. She allowed him and five women in, they were all foreign as Tyrion had warned. Lady perked up as she stood, greeting the bald man with her usual nudge to his sleeve and boot, his heavy fragrance making the she-wolf sneeze softly as she started to inspect the curious women who have never seen a wolf of her size. "Be careful ladies, she is a direwolf but rarely are they fully tamed," he warned quickly as they nodded. One was brave enough to kneel at the she-wolf's level to not show dominance or challenge her. Lady softly nudged her cheek in curiosity, smelling something she recognized before her tail wagged a moment before huffing as she pawed at the woman. "Lady Sansa as Lady is deciding for you," he chuckled as she smiled back. "I have collected a small group of women who had a history of being maid-servants to queens or empresses," Varys spoke while Sansa nodded with a small smile, thanking him in High Valyrian as another maid quickly spoke it, having not been investigated by the she-wolf yet.

"Sȳrje, kirimvose, āeksio Vāris. Ladies, please excuse us while we do this," (Very well, thank you, Lord Varys.) Sansa requested of her handmaidens who frowned before leaving at Varys' order. Leo remained there with Lady who continued her interest in smells. Sansa liked how she saw Lady's tail wag. Each time she smelled the women, they all smiled and fell in love with Lady's beautiful coat and sweet personality. "Please, sit," Sansa offered among the chairs where she and her ladies sat sewing earlier. "Have you all worked for higher ladies recently?" Sansa started her questioning as the woman who Tyrion put into her new cycle pet Lady. The direwolf seemed to choose her favorite, her tail did not wag for the current girls but for each of the new ones here she seemed to like them. A discreet look to Leo when looking at one of the women made her decision as he nodded with a bare movement and Sansa smiled while listening to their stories.

XVIII

(Essos)

Dany laughed as she watched Rakharo try to handle a sleeping Rhelli while Irri retrieved food for Dany from the cart, Drogo praised his son with his small group of men who cheered the baby on. It brought a smile to Dany as she continued to watch over her large family. Soon it was time for them to rest for the night. Dany smiled as she watched Jhiqui and Irri take the babies to the tent while she walked to the tent in the horse area that held some extra things for the horses. Some even followed her inside as well as she laid her pack on a bale of hay, petting a mare who trotted close with her foal. Her guard followed her in and conversed with her as he helped pull out her eggs.

"Why do you carry these, Khaleesi? They are stone," the guard questioned as Doreah entered.

"I do not know, I just like having them close. They once belonged to my family a long time ago," Dany spoke before hearing Doreah.

"Khaleesi? Khal Drogo has requested you," she delivered in Common as the young mother turned.

"Very well, I am on my way," Dany answered as her maiden nodded, turning as she left as the Khaleesi sighed softly. "We must go," she suggested as he nodded, the guard grabbed an egg only to be hit from behind by a slave as she glared at Dany. The white-haired woman backed up suddenly with alarm, fearful for her guard. "Who-who are you?" Dany was truly fearful as this woman had surprised the guard and subdued him. Her golden egg rolled a bit near a startled horse who reared, knocking a torch that started a spark. Spiking Dany's fear higher at the danger spreading.

"My children are dead because of you. My husband, a simple sheepherder, was ridden down by your husband for fun, and then he decided to keep the women and children as slaves," the woman snarled while holding a knife when Dany tried to run as Doreah screamed going to get help. The fire cut Dany's escape off when she tried, a few stallions got caught as they reared fearfully, kicking out as the slave lunged at Dany. Her knife caught Dany's arm as the guard groaned, the smell of smoke woke him, completely bewildered. He stood with a shaky posture before attacking the woman as she shrieked. Dany gasped before the fire caught the hay as a horse fell, its cries had died out as a snap confused her.

"Khaleesi… run!" the Dothrak called as he struggled with the woman as she stabbed him before the fire encased the tent coverings. Shouts from outside as Dany could hear. For moments she thought she could hear her babies cry out, but another noise quickly made her look as the woman screamed. Her dress had caught fire and was burning her alive.

'My eggs!' Dany thought desperately. She wanted to keep the Targaryen history and they'd be destroyed if kept in the fire. Cracking caught her attention as she turned, seeing something roll to her feet. Confused, she knelt and picked up something that felt heavy and hard in her fingers. 'Couldn't be,' Dany thought as she stood. She jumped when her dress caught fire but did not feel the heat as more cries came from the pile behind her. Looking to see the burned horse, three figures emerge from it. Surprising her before the roof caved in, she dove covering the charred body while debris rained on them.

Drogo stood vigilant as his Ko followed suit. His wife's servants and guards stood with him as they all waited to go through the burned pieces. Hopeful to find something of their beautiful Khaleesi to bury. Drogo remained silent throughout the fire while his Dothraki mourned for him, Irri had felt the sorrow harder as Rakharo stood beside her, keeping his tears down at the loss of his sweet leader.

"Khal," Rakharo called softly and pointed with a confused look. A shaky gasp left Irri as Drogo looked on, a look never seen on his face. He slowly approached as his men started to fall, one by one, they knelt. Some fully to the ground, others on one knee, staring in awe. Ser Jorah among them as he looked on to see his Khaleesi standing there, naked as the day she was born, with her arms full, of baby dragons. Daenerys Targaryen stood there among her people as they surrounded her in a circle, bowing as the charred remains of the horse tent glowed from the breeze keeping it lit. Drogo stopped to stand beside her as he looked at her, he understood now, Khal Drogo understood his wife's need to be with her sister now. For this was the biggest sign for the Dothraki to follow more dragons across the poison water.

XVIII

End of the chapter! Sorry, I didn't know how else to have Dany's dragons be born. And I hope you all enjoyed it!

~Rusty14~