The Witch Queen of Essos
Tyene: Of all the fight scenes you're planning out...why am I not in more of them!?
Wanda: Soon.
Tyene: That's your response for everything! I'm warning you-
Wanda: (gulps, summons gunblade for self defence.) I do not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones!
Chapter 3: Burned and Unburned
"Yara, can I have this, please?" Daenerys said hopefully, thrusting an amber and ruby necklace into her maid's hands. "It's the only one, I promise."
Yara clearly attempted to resist the young girl's pleading look, but she didn't last long. The young Targaryen princess was a beautiful child, and when she made pleading eyes at someone she became difficult to resist – only Ginny and Lyanna could, and then only out of practice. "Very well, but only this young lady. We don't want you becoming spoiled."
Daenerys beamed as Yara handed her the necklace. She slipped it on around her neck and spun in a circle, gleefully basking in its beauty. Several passing men stopped to stare at her, prompting Yara to step up to the girl's side so the embalm of Targaryen could be seen clearly on her cloak.
Everyone understood the warning; watch your step around this child or risk your head.
However, despite her care and caution Yara didn't notice she and the silver haired princess were being discreetly shadowed. They were men from Meereen, the great slave city, commissioned to find young women for two of the lords who had killed their last 'investment'.
Originally, they intended to simply make off with some half decent looking beggar girls, dress them up in noble's robes and be done with it. But one of the youngest men spied Daenerys in the crowd and knew he must have her – the price for such beauty would surely be extravagant.
They assumed that Rhaegar, the fallen prince and her brother, was no longer who he used to be and wouldn't dare attempt to retrieve her from one of Essos's biggest cities.
Yara stepped inside the fruit shop and was pulled into a discussion regarding prices. Feeling rather bored, Daenerys strayed from the maid's side and stepped over to the entrance of the shop, having been captivated by a drawing hanging from the walls. It showed an image of old Valyria, sky filled with dragons. Out of all the stories her aunt Lyanna told her, Dany's favorite had always been the dragons – especially the tale of Aegon and his sister-wives original takeover of Westeros, nearly three hundred years prior.
Daenerys was about to turn towards Yara, trying to think of how she might convince the woman to buy this as well, when a hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Suddenly she was surrounded by three men who dragged her outside.
Frightened but not witless, Daenerys kicked a flower pot into the wall, causing a big enough noise to catch Yara's attention. Whatever was happening, despite her fear, she knew she wouldn't be alone for long.
-The Witch Queen of Essos-
Daenerys was chained at the hands and the feet and tossed roughly into the back of a carriage, which immediately started moving. Dazed from lack of air and the force of her fall, Dany remained where she was for a moment, heart pounding.
Where am I? What is this? She thought fearfully.
There was a clinking sound near her, then a hand shaking her shoulder. "Hey. Hey, get up. Are you alright?"
Dany blinked and pushed herself into a sitting position. She wasn't alone; there were a number of ragged, filthy girls also chained and miserable. They were all pressed against the wall, staring fearfully at the door. All except for one.
It was a girl about her age. Thick black hair fell around her face like a ragged curtain; her skin was dark similar to those who lived further into the country. Her eyes were silver, and despite her severe expression there were noticeable laugh lines on her forehead.
"What..?" Daenerys started, though her voice faltered a bit as she gestured around the tight enclosure.
"Congratulations, you're going to fetch a huge price when we get to Meereen." The girl said lowly.
Daenerys paled, "What?" She repeated. Ginny had warned her that the streets were dangerous and never let her go to the market alone, but she had only taken it semi-seriously. After all, she was a Targaryen. Her aunt was a Stark and her older sister figure was a witch of incredible power. She had never felt unsafe in her life.
"You're lucky. With the way you look, you're probably headed for the lords. At least you won't be put to work in mines or something equally deadly." The girl said.
Daenerys shook her head. "No. My family will come for me." She said.
"No one can rescue us now." One of the other girls said fearfully.
Daenerys swallowed her fear and gave her fellow abducted girls a resolute look. "We are not folk they know. I am Daenerys Targaryen. My family has ruled for hundreds of years, since the times when dragons flew in the sky. My protector sets cities ablaze with a single word. When I call they will come to rescue me, and I promise you, anyone who moves to harm you will die screaming."
-The Witch Queen of Essos-
"Lady Griffin d'Or! Lady Targaryen! Oh Seven Hells, it's terrible!"
Viserys, Rhaenys and Jon were fencing when Yara came running in a panic. It was their favorite physical activity, with a friendly three way rivalry running between the cousins. Rhaenys was probably the most well versed warrior though Viserys could overpower her in a straight up fight. Jon and Aegon were equally matched. Lillian hadn't learned how to use the sword yet, but she was eager to learn - to the point of watching her family as they trained.
Their current dynamic was that Viserys favored brute force, Rhaenys was the pragmatist, Jon was the strategist, and Aegon was the leader – though currently, he was reading from a book complaining it was too hot to fence. As a unit, the four of them worked extremely well with Daenerys watching their weak spots.
Yara Stone was their head taker, with the younger two Anna and Sara usually deferring to her judgement. She was rarely fazed, not even by the worst tantrums, so hearing her scream in panic was a sign something was very wrong.
When they realized she was alone, they all dropped their weapons and hurried back inside the house. Aegon, who had been reading a book on the porch, needed a shake to realize something was wrong, so he scrambled in after them.
"Where's my sister!?" Viserys demanded, looking around wildly. Yara was alone. "Where's Dany!?"
"She got away from me, I only looked away for a moment, she's gone, they took her-!" Yara's voice was so high pitched and panicked her words bordered on illegible; Ginny grabbed her by the shoulders and ordered her to speak more clearly.
"Slavers." Yara sobbed. "I just turned my back for a moment, and they grabbed her."
Lyanna let out a rush of words in old Valyrian that would make a sellsword blush while Ginny's face darkened dramatically.
"Where are they going!?" Ginny demanded.
"Meereen. It's the richest and most powerful city in Essos." Yara said dispiritedly.
"We have to get her back!" Rhaenys said furiously. While technically Viserys was the eldest, Rhaenys tended to act as a big sister figure to the Targaryen siblings. She would be the first to jump to their defense when something happened.
Ginny remained silent for a moment before calmly walking towards the door. She took a chain off the hook on the wall before flicking a hand. Her ruby handled sword appeared in a flash.
"I'm going to contact Rhaegar." She said. Her voice was deceptively flat and calm. "Then I'm going to Maureen."
"And I am bringing all the Seven Hells with me."
**Back with Daenerys**
The other slave girls, clearly staking their last hopes on her, crowded around Daenerys as they continued on the way to Maureen. Daenerys attempted to comfort them by telling them fairytales that Ginny had given her and offering her rations to the younger ones.
The girl who had first spoken to her introduced herself as Emily of House Black. Supposedly her father could transform into a massive wolf at will, so the slavers had taken her to act as 'entertainment' for the court.
"He'll come looking for me," Emily said with some confidence, though Dany could see in her eyes that she was afraid he had lost track of her over the expanding distance.
They weren't allowed out of the carriage until they arrived in Maureen that night. The slavers roughly dragged them from the cage and stripped several of them down before putting them on a humiliating display in town square.
"I'll take this one." Dany choked down a yelp when a lord, massive and leering, grabbed her chained hands and hauled her forward. "She'll make a good bedwarmer."
Daenerys glared at him in response. I am a dragon. The dragon is never afraid. "You're going to regret taking me." She whispered.
Aunt Lyanna, aunt Ginny...come and rescue me soon.
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Daenerys considered it a small miracle that she and Emily were 'owned' by the same man.
Once he left the room, Emily immediately scrambled over to Daenerys's side. She struggled for a moment until she pulled out a small stick she had tied to her ankle. Dany let out a small gasp; it looked just like a stick that Ginny occasionally used to show her magic.
"Alohamora," Emily chanted. Dany's suspicions were confirmed when her shackles loosened and came unlocked.
"You're a witch?" Dany asked softly.
"Yes." Emily echoed. They both spoke softly to avoid alerting the guards outside of the fancy room they had been abandoned in. "My father had magic, and he passed it down to me."
"My aunt uses magic." Daenerys said. "She said she was something otherworldly."
Emily looked curiously at her. "What is her name?"
"Ginny. Ginerva Griffin d'Or."
"Hm...I feel as if I've heard that name before." Emily said, blinking. "I think from one of my father's stories." She smiled a bit, "Maybe when they get here, we can find out."
Dany nodded, before looking appraising around the room. Emily cast the unlocking spell on her own chains before saying, "We should get out of this room; if we aren't careful we could be in for a bit of rape." She kicked at her chains when she said that.
Daenerys nodded and took a moment to spit on her cuffs before the two of them slipped out of the room through the window.
Emily was very good at what she called 'parkour'; she scaled the walls and roofs as if she were a squirrel, while still turning around to help Dany whenever she slipped, which was admittedly often.
They had been creeping around, searching for exits to the city, they were spotted by some soldiers. In an attempt to evade their pursuers, the two girls ran down to a storage locker and barred themselves inside, tricking their enemies into thinking they had fallen from the stone railings.
While Emily cursed herself for being 'sloppy', Daenerys looked around the room. There was a lot of gold and silver here, along with other jewels and chests. There was one set against the back wall that she felt strangely drawn to...
Walking to the back, she tugged at the case and finally managed to open it. She gasped.
There were six petrified dragon eggs inside. She recognized them instantly; how could she not? Dragons were her house's creature, their legacy and history. Tenderly she rested her hands on one and picked it up.
"What are those?" Emily asked as she came over to join her friend. Before Dany could respond, Emily blinked and picked up a letter that had been pasted against the roof of the chest.
"Fire and blood run through their veins...if you wish to revive them, be warned...only death can pay for life." She read aloud. "Holy mother of hell...They're dragon eggs. And this...this must be the secret to bringing them back..." She looked around the room again. "But if they had dragon eggs, why are they walled up in here?"
"Dragons are not slaves." Dany answered her, her voice becoming dark and contemplative. "Dragons are my family's kindred. Fire cannot kill a dragon..." An idea began to rapidly gain ground in her mind. "Emily, help me carry these."
"All of them? But why-!?"
Emily's question was cut off by a thundering crash. It was the loudest noise either of them had heard, like a thunderstorm and an earthquake occurring simultaneously. The shock waves nearly threw them against the ground.
"What was that!?" Emily asked.
Daenerys simply smiled. "That's my family." She said quietly. Turning towards her friend, she continued, "I have a plan – follow me!"
**With Ginny, Rhaegar and Emily's Dad, at the Walls of Meereen**
"Sirius!?"
"Ginny!?"
While she remembered that Sirius had fallen through the veil as well, Ginny had honestly thought he was dead. Seeing him had been just as much of a shock as him seeing her. He was taller, sturdier, and had a hardened look to him even more than when he had escaped from Azkaban and had been locked up in his old house.
Ginny gave the older man a hug, much to the bemusement of the sellsword army accompanying their new commander. Rhaegar had established a rapport in the Golden Company very quickly, his natural charisma making him an excellent leader among them.
"It's good to see you." Sirius said sincerely. "Though very surprising."
"It's a long story." Ginny answered. "I'll tell you once I've rescued Daenerys."
"Mind if I chip in? They've got my little girl." Sirius said, casting a dark look at the city.
"Of course." Ginny responded, calmly walking out to the head of the Golden Army to stand slightly in front of Rhaegar. The eldest Targaryen instantly understood what she was planning and gestured for his companions to hold fast. "I've made a decision. I'm not just here to save Dany."
"I'm going to liberate every slave in this city. And then I am going to fucking scorch the slave trade off the face of this world."
She pointed one finger at the wall. "Bombarda Maxima!"
The entire front wall exploded in every direction.
End Chapter
So...surprise! Sirius! I thought it would only make sense for him to show up here if the veil was a gateway between the HP Earth and Westeros. So next time, Ginny makes good on her threat and Dany gets herself some pets.
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