Author's note:

Normal = Dothraki

Italic = Valyrian

Bold Italic = Common Tongue

Daenerys was braiding Drogo's black hair as she hummed a lullaby under her breathe. She now didn't mind the heat around her like Viserys does. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she leaned her body onto his back.

"What is this iron chair you go on about?" His rough hands caress her skin as she smiled on his neck.

"Throne. My family conquered the land to the west because our home was destroyed." She replied.

"And? A true khal doesn't need a chair to sit on to the the world." Drogo muttered.

Daenerys wrinkled her nose as she tied the braid, "My father ruled before I was born."

A loud roar interrupted Drogo as he turned to her. A chill went down her spine as her nails scratched his biceps as Daenerys looked out the opening of the tent. The khalasar outside was screaming as a large shadow flew over them. Daenerys stood up to walk to the opening with Drogo behind her protectively.

She gasped as a beautiful large creature with red scales landed on a clear area of the camp. A dragon. A real dragon. She thought as her breath was caught in her throat. The large dragon lowered itself so it's rider could slide of its back. Drogo's bloodriders withdrawn their swords and Jorah watched the rider warily. Daenerys watched as the rider slide the hood from their head.

Long silver hair flowed over her shoulders to her lower back as the woman with a beautiful features stepped closer to them. The bloodrider blocked her path with his sword underneath her chin.

"Step aside, fool. Do you want to be burned alive?" Her voice was sharp but Daenerys could understand her.

"Drogo," Daenerys stated. "Let her pass."

"Why?"

"She is of familiar ancestors as I."

"Let the woman pass."

He stepped aside as the woman neared them. The woman wore light colored robes and light brown pants with her sword was held at her waist. Her silver hair was longer than hers and her eyes were iris with a dark blue outline around the pupils.

"Do you speak Valyrian, young lady?" She asked. "I'm Rhaehrys Taenlarys , one of the Dragonlords of Old Valyria."

"Y-Yes, I can."

Her smile made Rhaehrys's face even more lovely, "I just come to check in on you because Aegor; my dragon, was concerned that a corrupted source was near you."

"What is she saying?" Drogo rested a hand on Daenerys's back.

"This is Rhaehrys Taenlarys. She's a dragonlord and her dragon was concerned for me because of… Viserys." She answered her husband. Drogo studied the woman before them looking serene with his bloodriders surrounding Rhaehrys.

"Viserys? That is the corrupted Valyrian? You should maybe take care of him, young dragon." Rhaehrys tilted her head. Her silver locks fell to the side as she tapped her fingers. A spark of azure magic flickered around her hand.

"B-but he is the dragon."

"No, he isn't. You have the magic of Valyria inside you and so do two others. Dragons and its rider are one and the same. I'm sure you have dragon eggs not this Viserys?"

"I do."

"Than you have nothing to fear from him. You have the power not him."

Daenerys looked down taking the comfort of the weight of Drogo's hand on her back, "She says that I have nothing to fear from my brother."

Daenerys watched as Drogo studied Rhaehrys who unflinchingly stared back. Dragonlords conquered the east from the Ghis and the Rhoynar.

"Translate for me, moon of my life." Drogo asked her. "Dragonlord, you may have a tent to stay in until you leave I won't guarantee your safety from my khalasar."

Daenerys translated Drogo's words to Rhaehrys who merely hummed; "Young Dragon, would you like for me to teach you Valyrian magic?"

"Magic?"

"How did you expect dragonlords tame the dragons?" Rhaehrys beamed as she opened her hand so an azure flame appeared on top of her palm.

"Witch! Let me kill her, Khal." Qotho stepped forward. "A witch is not trusted among the Dothraki!"

"She isn't a witch," Daenerys snapped. "She's a dragonlord."

"What's difference?" Qotho questioned. "Dragons have been dead for a century."

Daenerys glared, "And what is that standing behind her, Qotho? A large lizard? Lady Rhaehrys, come with me."

"Alright," She stepped around Qotho to where she stood with Irri, Doreah and Jhiqui. "You want to learn magic right away?"

Daenerys flushed at her eagerness but Rhaehrys merely waved her hand and her dragon took flight. She watched stunned as the creature flown away behind her was her three handmaidens in the same position of awe as her.

"I-Is that wrong of me?"

"No, you want to learn of your heritage." Rhaehrys shrugged. "Would you like this Viserys to learn as well?"

Does she? Lady Rhaehrys is offering to teach her and Viserys magic of Old Valyria. Daenerys nodded her head at Rhaehrys, "Can you get Viserys for me?"

"Yes, Khaleesi." Doreah bowed and hurried away to find Viserys.

Daenerys waited with the dragonlord in one of the meeting tents for Doreah to bring Viserys. Drogo told her that he is wary of the so called dragonlord. Said dragonlord was putting a light colored egg like her dragon eggs into the fire pit. Not minding the heat from the flame as Rhaehrys sat down on the ground. Rhaehrys gestured Daenerys to come over to her.

"Come, Young Dragon."

Daenerys sat down willingly as she watched the Valyrian tapped her fingers on her thigh impatiently.

"If your brother does not come then I will teach you and only you as he watches."

"Daenerys! You don't send a servant to fetch me!" Viserys stomped into the tent angrily.

"Great, you're here. Sit your ass down and shut up." Rhaehrys commanded sharply glaring at Viserys.

"I am the dragon! You don't demand anything from me!" Viserys snarled at the female next to her. Rhaehrys gracefully stood up gazing at Viserys neutrally as she covered his cheeks with her hands to pull him down so they were at eye level.

Rhaehrys leaned into Viserys's space as she stated calmly, "I just did, cunt." And headbutted Viserys so hard it broke his nose. Daenerys covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her snort of laughter as her older brother collapsed to the ground. "I'll say it once and only once. Sit your ass down."

Daenerys watched as Viserys sat down far away from Rhaehrys as possible but still in hearing range pouting. Rhaehyrs stood in front of the fire pit breathing in the smoke from the flame. Daenerys sucked in her breathe as the fire turned color from red orange to the azure.

"I want you two to focus within yourselves," Rhaehyrs stated as she walked around the blue fire. "The fire of Valyria is within your heart. Draw it out for yourself and only yourself."

Closing her eyes, Daenerys inhaled deeply as she focused within herself. Daenerys blinked shocked to see a red door in front of her. Her soul yearned her to open it just to see what was inside. Reaching out she grasped the door handle and pulled it open. What she saw before her was a garden with a woman sitting on a bench near the fountain. Her mind whispered that this was her mother.

"Mother?" Daenerys breathed out slowly. Rhaella looked up from the fountain to smile at Daenerys.

"Daenerys Stormborn," Rhaella hummed as she patted the spot beside her. Daenerys numbly sat beside her mother. "I gave birth to you as a storm raged on the Targaryen fleet."

"That's what Viserys told me when I asked him about you, Father and Rhaegar."

"What did he say?"

"That Father was a good king and Rhaegar knew the best way to kill."

Rhaella smiled sadly as she held Daenerys's hand, "Aerys was a good king for a time but after Duskendall… he changed into a bitter paranoid monster. Viserys is more Aerys's son than he is mine. Rhaegar never liked killing. He loved the people and the people loved him. He only became a warrior because it was needed for him to be one."

"W-What about Lyanna Stark? She drawn his eyes from his wife!"

"I personally never knew the Starks but one thing I noticed when I was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms about the Starks is that they are honest and good people. Lady Lyanna was a young child about your age when Rhaegar laid his eyes on her. Rhaegar made his decision and stayed true to himself. Lady Rhaehrys is right about the power inside you. You have to will it to be true or fire will not be called to you."

Daenerys looked down on her lap, "Power…"

"I believe in you, my precious daughter."

Snapping her eyes open, Daenerys looked at the fire in front of her. "Bend to my will."

Rhaehrys smiled proudly at the fire turned into a light shade of purple, "Well done, Young Dragon."

"Daenerys!" Viserys glared at her. "How dare you! You have woken the dragon!"

Viserys lunged at her with his hand reaching out to strangle her but he choked to a stop. Daenerys crawled backwards from her older brother as Rhaehrys sighed causing Daenerys to gaze at her. The dragonlord had her hand open towards Viserys like Rhaehrys was choking him.

"Such a pain," the dragonlord tilted her head as she looked upon Viserys dropping to his knees grasping for his throat. "Unfortunately, your life is not mine to take."

Viserys fallen forward as Rhaehrys released him as she walked by to exit the tent. Viserys glowered at Daenerys as he quickly got to his feet.

"This is not over."

A sudden confidence caused Daenerys to proclaim, "It's not over by far."