Chapter 1
Daenerys' sleep the night before her wedding was fraught with nightmares. She saw a dragon rise from a pit of fire, and grow to cover the world. She saw a man in the shape of a shadow, casting a foul poison over the land. And she saw herself, degraded, ruined, a shell of her former self. She saw all of this, and slept uneasily.
She heard a door open with a soft glide. Leaping upwards, she tried to scramble out of her bed. It was a man, whose face she could not see. Already the sun was casting a soft glow inside her room, and she could make out some of his features. "Viserys? Is it time for the wedding?" She saw a soft, sweet smile appear on the man's face. He was dressed in a suit of armour, made of some sort of black scales. Over this he wore a red cloak, and on his side was a great sword. "No Daenerys, I am not your brother. I am older, and wiser, and your only hope." Daenerys glanced towards the bell next to her table. The man simple gave her a piercing look. "No one would hear it. Listen, my daughter, you must hear this. You are the only hope for our House and for the World. I thought I was the Prince, but I was wrong, I was only the progenitor."
"What do you mean? Who are you?" Daenerys cried with a worried look on her face. "I am Aegon the Conqueror, of House Targaryen, your ancestor. And you are the Prince that was Promised." Daenerys was perplexed by this stranger who claimed to be her ancestor. "I am not a Prince. I am a woman."
"You are a dragon, and that is what is required."
"One day Daenerys, you shall know of what I speak of. A Doom is coming, and you cannot avoid it. It will affect every man and woman living, and dead. You are the blood of the dragon, my blood, and you will know what is required of you. You will see me once more, and you will know then what I speak of." This man who claimed to be her ancestor leaned into her, giving her a kiss that touched her to her core. In this kiss she saw herself mounted on a dragon, leading an army into battle. She saw a man of ice, with a touch that burned. She looked death in the face.
She woke to see her brothers face close to hers. "Wake up Dany, today my reign begins. You will marry the Khal, I shall take my army." Moving towards the bath being heated by Magister Illyrios servants, she muttered to Viserys that she had had the strangest dream. But her brother was wrapped in his dreams of an Iron Throne.