RANAENYRA GALTHEOS

"What was Father like, Daeraron?"
"You know what our Father is like, Ranaenyra; he was a well-respected man of Meereen"
I shook my head, I don't think that my brother understands what I really mean. "No, Daeraron; what I mean is—What was our REAL Father like?"
"That doesn't matter right now, does it? What matters is that we harvest these crops for the people of Meereen; the less-fortunate people."
Daeraron took some wheat out from the field, his freshly-cut silver hair flicked across his forehead, his purple eyes gleaming in the heat of the boiling Sun. He took a carrot from his pocket, throwing it over to me, signalling an 'Eat it' look on his face. I took a bite in the carrot, my long-silver hair getting in the way. I was much younger than Daeraron, he was in his thirties, although to avoid him getting embarrassed I'd best not say his age, but I'm fourteen years old. My brother has done a fantastic job at bringing me up, ever since The Breaker of Chains released many people from slavery, having my Father crucified in the boiling hot Sun.

"How did we escape from the Battle of Trident?"
"YOU didn't escape from the Battle of Trident, Ranaenyra. I did though. I helped Mother escape too, she had a long pregnancy which ranged for the duration of twenty-odd months."
"TWENTY MONTHS?!" I questioned, expecting Daeraron to give me a sarcastic response.
"Yes, twenty months. She was only two months pregnant when we fled the city, watched King Robert's rebellion explode in the Seven Kingdoms. I couldn't let you die, and most certainly not her."
"Did she die in child-birth?" I asked. Daeraron stared at me, not giving me an answer.
Daeraron clicked his fingers at me, "Get harvesting, Rananyra; you're lucky you're not in the long-line of Meereen; one of the slaves."
I rolled my eyes, standing up, "I feel like a slave."
"Enough of that." He stroked my hair with his fingers as he shook his head, "You really do need a haircut, you know?"
I laughed slightly, taking his hand away from my hair.
"MASTER GALTHEOS!" A voice called from a distance. We both turned to the direction of the voice, seeing an Unsullied rushing towards us. As he approached us, Daeraron shook his head; holding his hand out.
"What are you doing here, Unsullied? We did not call for assistance."
"The Breaker of Chains sent me here, Sir." The Unsullied stuttered.
"You speak the common tongue?" Daeraron asked him, knowing the answer already.
"Yes. Yes, I speak the common tongue." Daeraron stared at the Unsullied with a slight-smile on his face. "I got sent here to send you to The Great Pyramid of Meereen. Daenerys Targaryen asks for your presence."
Daeraron nodded, "Right. Well, would you mind taking care of my sister? Bring her back before Sundown."
"But, Daeraron; you never told me about Father, I—"
"Look, if you're so desperate to know, then—Then I'll tell you back at our Pyramid, shall I?" Daeraron said to me, giving me a slight smile. I nodded as he gave me a warm-kiss on my forehead. He began to make his way back to Meereen.

The Unsullied harvested the crops as I sat on the rocks, reading a book I found in a chest in Meereen. I looked up, seeing The Unsullied grunting as threw the harvested crops into a nearby basket.
"Would you like me to help you?" I asked him.
"No, my Lady." The Unsullied replied, continuing to drop the crops into a basket.
"What's your name?" I asked him, "At least tell me that."
"My name is 'Mud Fly'" The Unsullied replied, not looking at me.
I sniggered a little, trying to hide a smile. I found all of The Unsullied names quite amusing, although I know that I shouldn't. "That's a nice name." I lied, continuing to hide a laugh, and a smile.
"My Father was murdered, right in front of me." He explained.
I felt guilty about laughing now, "Why?"
"Because he was a bad man."
"Of course he isn't a bad man, he just—"
"He was a bad man."
"Look, what's your real name? It's just—I can't call you 'Mud Fly', that's not your real name." I said.
"My real name is 'Mud Fly', my Lady."
I shook my head, standing up; I stared at him madly.
"No, I want your REAL name. What is your real name?! WHAT IS IT?!" I demanded an answer. He was staring at me strangely, horror filled his eyes. "What are you looking at me like that for?" I asked.
"I'm not looking at YOU, my Lady. I'm looking at the creature behind you." He explained.
I slowly turned around, seeing what Mud Fly was really looking at.

I'd never seen something so beautiful but yet so dangerous. The rumours were true about Dragon's, about Drogon. His scales were black, and his eyes were hypnotising. His eyes were red pits. He was analysing the area, analysing me. I began to step towards the wonderful creature.
"Lady Galtheos? Lady Galtheos, where are you going?" Mud Fly called for me, but I ignored him.
I approached Drogon, he felt like a prey, I shook my head as I held my hand out; pressing it against his scaley nose; he hissed a little before settling, I stroked his scales, shaking my head.
"I won't hurt you." I told him, smiling. "I won't hurt you."
"Lady Galtheos, I—"
"Have you heard what it's like to ride a Dragon?" I asked Mud Fly, turning to him; he seemed alarmed.
"No, I—Only certain people can ride Dragon's." Mud Fly explained.
I shook my head, "Not this one."
I grabbed hold of Drogon's scales, pulling myself up onto his back. Mud Fly watched as I climbed onto Drogon's back, hearing footsteps and voices in the distance rushing towards the Farm.

"RANAENYRA!" A voice called from a distance. "RANAENYRA!" Again. My mind went black as I looked down at Drogon's scales, stroking them smoothly.
I looked up, noticing that the person rushing towards me was Daeraron, "RANAENYRA, GET OFF—"
Before I could respond, or even react, it seemed that Drogon did before me; throwing me in the air as I let out a scream, falling onto the ground. Drogon's wings began to move; lifting him off from the ground as he let out a loud-earth tremoring roar. Daeraron rushed to my aid, putting his arm around me.
"Daeraron, I—"
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Daeraron shouted, forcing me up onto my feet. I was startled, almost stumbling back down. "WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD, YOU STUPID—"
"I'M SORRY!" I cried, "He was—He was fine, he was—"
"He's not CALM, Ranaenyra!" He argued, shaking his head at me as tears filled his eye from the horror of which had happened, "HE'S A DRAGON!"
With this, Drogon breathed in with his nostrils; opening his mouth, letting out flesh-burning flames onto the Farm.

Daeraron was leading me towards Meereen, in fact he was carrying me. I looked down at my silky dress, seeing tears in it from the fall of when Drogon flipped me off from his back. I looked down at my arms, seeing them covered in burns. I felt tears down my cheeks, I couldn't stop them from falling from my eyes.
"D—Daeraron?" I asked, looking up at Daeraron as he stopped by a rock, I saw Meereen only meters away. I looked around. Where was Mud Fly? "Where's Mud Fly?" Daeraron looked over to where the Farm was, I heard Drogon's roars from behind the rock. "DAERARON, WHERE'S MUD—"
"HE'S FIGHTING DROGON OFF, RANAENYRA!" Daeraron shouted, I'd never seen him so angry. So angry with me anyway.
"I'm sorry, Daeraron, I—I didn't know that you shouldn't ride a Dragon, I—" I began to cry, although I was already crying unknowingly.
Mud Fly appeared out of nowhere, hiding behind the rock. He was panting, breathing heavily; trying to get his breath back. Daeraron looked down at Mud Fly, "Take her back to Meereen, alright? Just—Just make sure that she's safe." He demanded. Mud Fly nodded as Daeraron rushed away from the rock towards Drogon.
"Daeraron?"
Mud Fly grabbed hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet; I was unable to stand, immediately falling back to the ground. Mud Fly watched as Daeraron approached Drogon. "COME ON THEN, BEAST!" I heard him shout.
Mud Fly grabbed hold of me, holding me in his arms. As Mud Fly carried me over towards Meereen, rushing over to the city, I watched as Drogon breathed smoke into his nostrils once more as Daeraron stood before him. I began to blackout as I saw my brother burn to nothing.