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"Dyeana!" She yells the name through the halls, hearing a giggle and laughs coming from around the corner. "Dyanna, come here! No more games!"

All she could hear were laughs. The woman suddenly hears something shift and she smiles, before peeking her head and yelling "Got you!" before grabbing the girl and tickling her sides. The young girl laughs and squirms against her before turning, smiling.

Her light blonde hair falls into her eyes, and she feels herself smile.

"Can we always play?"

"We will as long as you allow it." She hugs her and the girl smiles, before suddenly running off. She rolls her eyes. "Come back here!"

Daenerys opens her eyes, sighing softly. She had been having those dreams consistently for the past year, every couple of nights or so. As much as she believed in prophecy or magic or anything like that, these dreams were almost becoming a nuisance.

She wanted to know if this girl she kept seeing was real. Her hair was like hers but her eyes…were from someone else.

A part of her made Daenerys think that maybe this was the long lost child she had that disappeared. Maybe it was her, coming to the dragon queen in her sleep, to somehow speak to her. Maybe it was her spirit if that was even still a thing anymore.

But she was something.

"My lady?"

Daenerys turns her head and looks towards the door. It was Elaena. She had been a former child bride at one of the many bad practices they had before she came here. She said she ran from the brothel to serve her for saving them. "Yes?"

"Daemon is out practicing his early morning routines and your breakfast is ready. Thought you should know." Daenerys smiles at the young girl and nods.

"Thank you, sweetling. I'll be out in a bit." The girl nods and leaves, closing the door behind her. Usually, with how high in power Daenerys was, there would be some sort of handmaiden, but that was the last thing she wanted. To be consumed by power once more. It was better to have the few people she did around her.

She gets up and walks towards the window of her room, before stepping out into the balcony. Her eyes follow Drogon in the North of the city, before a clear pathway of three, smaller dragons followed after him.

Much had changed these past five years.

From the moment Daenerys held Daemon in her arms, she knew that he was special. How special he would be, though, she had no idea. He had grown twice as much as expected and was the most intelligent child she had ever met.

When she asked Kinvara one day, confused as to how her son suddenly woke up with clothes far too small for him, she explained in full detail.

"I can not confirm nor deny what he is planning," she states. "I can only say this – your son is meant for great things. The reason he may be growing quicker is that whatever your son is going to be needed for is approaching far quicker than any of us could have predicted. He needs to grow faster, and we just need to stay by his side and help him through it."

Daenerys wasn't one to question destiny – hell, most of her life up until now she had done because she believed in destiny. But forgive her if she was still confused as to how quickly her son aged.

Even so, Daemon was a smart boy. A quick learner. He was able to pick up the use of a sword and learn how as soon as he could hold one. And each day he grew more and more.

Of course, he was starting to look more and more like his father. His face would shift into his smile and his hair had gotten darker, but he still stayed with her, guided her and gave her new hope that someday maybe she wouldn't have to worry about having someone to follow in her stance. He was honorable, at least for the time being. And she planned to keep it that way.

Ever since she did arrive back in Meereen, things have been different. Although she hadn't wanted to rule again, most of the commoners saw her still as Mhysa. Many of the old men who had ruled this city before with their rich families had fled to Astapor, one of the areas that had been rebuilt once she had left for Westeros and taken over.

After hearing of that, Daenerys had sent men over there to keep them in line and take out the leaders who were putting people back in chains again. It was the least she could do for her old friend – make sure the people who were there stayed out of chains.

Kinvara had revealed to her that no matter what she did, where she went or who she appointed, Daenerys was always meant to rule, and would have to accept her fate. At this point, there wasn't much else Dany could do except accept her fate. So, she did, and appointed herself Queen of Meereen again, only this time with newfound vigor.

She wasn't going to prove her worth and learn how to rule – she was going to rule for the better and change Meereen in the process.

And for the last five years, she had been.

She had kept the people the same, but had men rebuild their homes, their shops and the areas surrounding them to protect them from outside invaders. She had the pyramids renovated and renewed so the ones loyal to her had a place to stay, as well as an area for the homeless to rest until they get back on their feet and found somewhere else.

She had made sure to keep the lore in her own pyramid – The Great Pyramid – but made sure that it was secure, protected and as good as it could be for as old as the structure was. She may not have Kings Landing, but she had her home here. And that was enough.

Another improvement she had done was the fighting pits. She had taken most of them down for the sake of not wanting the civilians to kill each other. Instead, she had invested them into one singular stadium on the outskirts of the city. If people wanted to learn how to fight for money, they may go there, those of any age or custom. One of her biggest mistakes as a ruler before was closing the pits. Now, she wished to improve them.

And it had been working well. Many of the citizens had come to her and thanked her for cleaning up their part of the kingdom from the people who fought. Future fighters said they now had a home because they had enrolled in the fighting pits. It seemed that most were thankful for the change.

One of her greatest accomplishments thus far has been trading, though. It had brought the economy of Meereen to a high which it had never seen. With some of her advisors at her side, she had practically eliminated the slave trade part of the economy and instead replaced it with trade from other cities and ports with silver, gold and copper swords, jewelry and valuables, as well as farming in the southern areas. All of which found and run by someone that she had long thought gone – Daario Naharis.

When she had left for Westeros years ago, she left Meereen in the care of Daario and the people he surrounded himself with. She saw the assignment fair considering that she broke his heart, but once she was killed, the last thing she thought she would see was Daario.

But the word of her resurrection – 'the Mhysa's gift' as they called it – had spread across Essos like wildfire. She was honestly surprised it hadn't reached Westeros and she wasn't dead where she stood. But either way, Daario – who had been vacationing with the women of Lys as a way to 'mend his broken heart at the hearing of her death' – had raced back to Meereen.

Once she had heard of his escapades, he had sworn to her the only reason he left was that he thought it was pointless to stay if she would never return. She had said that unless he proved himself worthy to her again after leaving, she wouldn't let him return. Even if she had died, he had sworn an oath and broken it. If she forgave him that quickly, then it would have been for nothing.

And he had proved himself, multiple times over. He helped with trading, dealing with criminals, everything that he could so he could make himself worthy. And over time she had accepted him back.

Honestly, the one thing she did praise him for was teaching Daemon the ways of the sword. Daenerys was keen, clever, and could keep her wits end, but a fighter she was not. Flying on Drogon was what she was used to, but fighting combat was something she was never taught. Daemon, on the other hand, had wanted to start training. Daario, being one of the only men she kept decently close to her in her life, had volunteered to train. And he had done well.

Now, he helped her whenever she needed it, and she was thankful for it. Although a part of her wondered if he still thought that because he helped her, they would return to what they were before she was captured by the Dothraki.

She didn't think she could ever love again, really. The more she had thought about it these last five years, the more she realized that she had loved Jon. Khal Drogo had been her first, a rough man that had devoted his Khalasar to her and trying to get to Westeros. But Jon had been something different. Something real.

But it was gone. Just like that.

He had bent to her, swore to protect her, to help her take the Throne as her own, but then had killed her. But now, years later, she hardly remembered what had happened. Yes, she still dreamt of Kings Landing, of the horrors that had endured that day, but the more time that went on, the more she realized that what happened…wasn't like her.

Daenerys knew who she was. She knew that she had killed and conquered cities and areas to get her way to the Throne, but it had only been for that reason and nothing else. To get an army, to get allies, anything so she could win, gain a pathway. But the burning of innocents? She had said ages ago that she wasn't there to be the queen of the ashes, but yet…

When she had finally forced herself to address what she had done, she had asked Kinvara what she had said in her speech to her Dothraki and Unsullied had been. She had said that she had freed the people of 'Kings Landing' from a tyrant and that they were liberators, and that they wouldn't stop until everyone in the world was 'liberated.'

The more she thought about the speech, the more it sounded like domination, which was what she never wanted. She wanted to be Queen, to earn what she had been working towards for so long, that she was birthed into, but taking Qarth, onto the Jade Sea…that sounded more like Queen of the world than just Westeros.

It just didn't make sense.

It angered her the more she thought about it each time, which was probably why she didn't think about it that much.

"I need to break my fast," she mutters to herself, shaking her head before walking back towards her chest to get dressed.

Once she leaves the room and heads down to the main eating area, her hair braided, she heads outside to see Daemon practicing his form. She watches from afar, smiling a bit. He was improving every day.

"Want to try it?"

Daenerys jumps and turns when she sees Daario. He was smiling impishly at her as if his scare was funny. She rolls her eyes and turns back to face her son. "I'm just watching my son. Nothing more."

"Oh, come on, my queen. You can't tell me that after all this time you're not interested once in picking up the sword?" He swings his sword in a circle to show off but she only shakes her head.

"I'll stick to my dragon, thank you."

Daario shakes his head and walks towards Daemon. "You and your dragons."

Her dragons. Well, one of which was hers. The other three were completely Daemon's.

When Daemon was born, Kinvara had said that Drogon, who had been resting on the outside of Meereen, had laid eggs, which they found and placed in Daemon's crib. Daenerys had always known that dragons could be both male and female, but the news had shocked her none the less. As soon as she awoke, the eggs had hatched.

There were three, all of which had their own personalities and wits. She hadn't named them until Daemon was of his own mind and could name them himself. As much as she tried to stray from the traditional Targaryen ways, all newborn dragons should be named by their rider.

The first one, a bright red beast with a hankering for goat, was named Visenya, after one of her ancestors. The second one, a black one who tended to sleep more than fly, Daemon decided to name after one of the stories Daenerys had told him – Jorharion, after Jorah.

She missed her friend. Dearly. He had died doing what he had done for years, protecting his Queen. So Daemon naming him after her friend had meant so much.

The last one, though, Daemon had said he wanted Daenerys to name. She had insisted that he do so, but he had said 'without what you did, I wouldn't have one dragon.' So, she had named it. And although she felt that it was ridiculous, she named the blue dragon after the man that haunted her dreams constantly.

Jonarys.

If anyone who had been close to her, if an Unsullied heard her, they would think she was absolutely insane. He had killed her. Why in the seven hells would she name a dragon after him?

It was much like how she explained naming a dragon after her brother. He had been a bad man, but he had made her stronger, into the woman she was then. Jon had turned her into the woman she was now. And in all honesty, she was happy where she was now.

"….mother?"

She blinks and looks over at Daemon, who's head was tilted at her. Daario's brow raises. "You okay there, dragon?"

"Sorry…lost in my own thoughts." Daenerys turns to Daario. "Daario, can you leave my son and I? I have to speak to him about something important. The dragon pits need attending to."

Alright, that was a bit harsh, but her mind had been swimming with dreams lately, and the last thing she wanted was for Daario to hear about them.

But he bends his head and nods. "Anything for you, my queen." He throws her a look as he leaves but closes the door to the garden behind him. Daemon sits down on one of the benches as she comes over to him.

"What's wrong, mother?"

Daenerys sighs and pulls the young boy into her arms. "I just love you. You know that?" She pulls back and kisses his forehead. "I was watching you from before. Your forms improved. You're going to be just as good as…"

Her words trail off. His head tilts. "Who?"

She sighs and strokes his cheek. "As…your father." Her heart still didn't feel completely healed from Jon and what he did, but the least she could do is acknowledge the fact that Jon was his father. "He was an amazing swordsman."

"Will I ever meet him?"

"I don't think so," she whispers before looking down at her chest slightly. Even now, years later, she could feel the wound move with her. It was as if every time she breathed in, she could feel the pain of the dagger going through her heart. If she ever saw Jon again, she didn't know how she would react.

She looks down at him and then takes his hands in hers.

"Daemon, I'm going to talk to you about something personal, okay? And I need you to tell me if you've seen something like this too."

"Okay."

"I've been having dreams." At that moment, one of his dragons – the smallest of the three, Visenya – descends and lands in the garden. Daenerys smiles softly as it goes to sleep, resting its head on the ground. "She's grown a lot."

"She likes to sleep the most," Daemon states. "Despite that, she hunts the most too."

"Contradictions sometimes make the best people." She sighs and bites her lip. "Have you heard of a name called 'Dyeana' in your dreams?"

Daemon's brow raises. "I have. She looks like you."

She knew it wasn't just her.

"What do you see in those dreams?" she asks gently.

Daemon bites his lip. "Um…I really don't know. I train with her a lot in them with the sword. And she had this weird sigil on her…I think it's a wolf?"

"A direwolf," Daenerys whispers.

"Yeah, I think that might be it. And it's always in the cold, like in that place you told me about…Winterfell? Yeah, that sounds familiar."

Daenerys stands, starting to pace around the garden. Visenya lifts up her head to look at her quizzically before resting again. Daemon stands.

"What's wrong? Why do you seem worried?"

"Daemon." She turns to him. "These dreams…how often have they been happening?"

"Every couple of days or so." She turns back to him, and at that moment, she sees the concerned look of Jon, staring at her. Daenerys shakes her head and sighs, finally sitting down next to him. "Mother, you're scaring me."

Daenerys takes his hand in hers and shakes her head. "Don't be scared. I'm just realizing I might have to face my past sooner than I thought." She looks over at him. "Daemon, I've told you about Jon Snow, right? Your father?" He nods softly. "These dreams…I have a feeling they might be more connected to him than I originally thought."

"I thought you told me that you didn't know where he was?"

"I don't…I truly don't. But that's not what I'm talking about." She brings a hand up to his cheek, stroking softly.

Daenerys wasn't a very secretive person. She told her son practically everything. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing, and the last thing she wanted was to keep herself alienated from her son. But if these dreams meant something, and her son was having them too, that meant that there was something out there for both of them.

There just had to be.

"I'm going to tell you something I've kept from you for a while, and you need to promise me you will not get angry at me."

Daemon nods. "I promise."

"Alright." She takes a deep breath. "I've told you about your father, but there's someone else I never told you about. Daemon…you're a part of a set. Twins."

His brow raises. "…what?"

"You were born with a sister. Her name, I do not know. I never had the chance to name her. But when I awoke, she suddenly disappeared from her crib. Kinvara had a bunch of people try and find her, to see where she might have gone, but they were unsuccessful. But after these dreams…this might be her. She might have reappeared somewhere. She might be coming home."

Daemon's brow was furrowed before he suddenly stood. Daenerys watched her son pace, much like she did, before turning to her.

"Are you angry?"

"No. Not at all." He swallows and glances outside. "I…I don't think she's coming home, mother."

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"In your dreams, what do you see? With her?"

"I…I see myself playing with her. What do you see?"

"There's something else, mother. There's a danger coming. Each time I see her in my dreams, we're fighting, training for something in the snow. It's a serious threat…I don't know what it is but I…I have a feeling we have to go there."

Daenery's brow raises. "Go to Westeros? You are mad."

Daemon looks at her quietly. "Mother, you want to see this girl too."

"I don't want to risk my life! Our lives!" She suddenly stands and looks down at her son. "Daemon, you know as well as I what they think of Targaryens in the west. If they saw even a flash of my hair, they would send an arrow straight for my head. If they found out you were my son, they would do the same to you. There's no chance in the history of our world that we are going to go there."

She was breathing heavily. The very idea of returning to the continent that killed her and ended her reign, terrified her. And seeing her son, so young, so willing to go there and find a girl that they didn't even know was real, terrified her even more.

Daemon stands and takes her hand in his, causing her to look down at him.

"Didn't you say she had your hair?" Daenerys nods quietly. "Then wouldn't that put her in danger as much as yourself if she's real?" She looks at Daemon, seeing his serious expression. "You said yourself a Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing…but what if she is alone? What if these dreams are a sign that she needs us? Or we need her?"

Daenerys runs her hands through her hair, messing up the braids that she had done earlier. "You are far too smart for your age," she mutters, looking down at him. "You know that? Kinvara is right about you."

Daemon shrugs and walks over to Visenya, scratching underneath her chin. The dragon grunts in its sleep. "I'm just repeating the things you have said to people. If you put out the advice but don't even take it yourself, then how can someone rule?"

Daenerys looks over at her son as suddenly three large shadows appeared over them. She looks up and sees Jorharion and Jonarys flying over them, followed by a very large Drogon, all three going towards the pits. Her son was right.

They were Targaryens, and if this girl was real, she needed to be with them…even if there was a chance Jon was there. But that was something she needed to face eventually.

"You're correct." Daemon's brow raises.

"You…you think I'm right?"

Daenerys stands and walks over to him. "Why are you surprised? I said you were smart." She kneels in front of him and rests her hands on his shoulders. "This may lead us to nowhere. For all we know, these dreams could just be strange coincidences or nothing at all, but they seem far too real for it to not mean anything...so I think traveling to Westeros is what we need to do."

She stands and walks over to the edge of the garden, watching as the dragons settled over in one of the pits. Her mind starts to whirl with ways of keeping them protected.

"The dragons stay here. If we travel with them, we will be seen." She turns to Daemon. "The two of us will go together. There's no way I am staying here and sending you there alone to bring someone back. You are fine. I must stay hidden…if we bring many men, someone will know something is different with us. If we bring only a couple of our best men and make our journey short, we can make it back here without someone tracking us."

"Where will we sail into?"

She sighs. "Since your visions have been in the cold, near Winterfell…we must sail into White Harbor. It's the largest city in the North and the only port to the sea. We might find something there. As long as we remain low, we will be fine."

Daemon nods and walks over to her. "Do you trust me?"

Her brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

"A lot of your guards don't think I can go on journeys with them yet because I'm young. If you bring me…you trust I won't screw it up?"

Daenerys smiles gently at her son. "Daemon, I trust you with my life. You don't ever have to worry about me or some guards thinking otherwise." She pulls him for a hug and kisses his forehead. At that moment, the door to the garden opens from the pyramid, and Kinvara steps out.

"My Queen," the young woman says, bowing her head. "I'm sorry for the intrusion."

"It's alright," Daenerys states, stepping away. "What is it, Kinvara?"

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with your son. Is it true? You're traveling to White Harbor?"

"We shall in a few day's time."

Kinvara nods, walking over to her. "Then the prophecy is coming true." She looks towards the dragon queen. "The Targaryens are going to reunite."

Daenerys sighs. "Something like that."

Kinvara smiles gently and then places a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Let me come." Her brow raises. "If you do happen to run into this girl, she might need convincing. I could help."

Daenerys nods softly. "Alright. We're trying to bring as few people as possible so we aren't seen."

"Oh, don't worry, my queen." She looks back out into the city, smiling softly. "I'm quite good at hiding."

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So now Dany and her son are heading to White Harbor. I wonder what could happen next? *fakes confused expression*

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