An: A special thanks to Ramzes for bothering to read my story, having her read it is a honour I must admit. Here is chapter 2... Oh and this chapter and the rest of the story is on 3rd POV, chapter 1 is a prologue hence why no action was in it... It was just an introduction so you don't get confused... And a big hug to the amazing Ameryll Cullen who is also an amazing author and for reviewing! :) and of course another big hug to EvansNoodle13 for also reviewing, it does mean a lot after all...
Daenyre's POV:
Daenyre Blackfyre was wrought to bid her farewell to what was her home for the last years.
Yet she had to face the fact that she had to say goodbye to Serra and Diana, her true mother and sister.
As for Queen Rhaella, she knew that she loved her once, for she protected her from Aerys' rages, so much in fact, that she was not allowed to see King Scab for the last winter and spring. Why? She still could not tell.
If she was going to play the part of Queen-in-waiting she could at least look the part, her slender body was wrapped in Turquoise Pentosi silk, so fine that she felt that it would crumble in her arms if she ever dained to touch it.
The hue so rich that it reflected some of the turquoise in her dark purple eyes, a snake-like creature emblazoned in silver was stitched across the skirts of her dress and its head reached up to her shoulders. Her hair was loose about her shoulders, weaved with the finest silver silken threads that could be found, making her hair appear even more silver than it was.
She found it passing strange that she were to greet the Golden Company in what looked like a dress embroidered in the Velaryon Sigil but she accepted the gift from Serra with two grateful kisses on her cheeks. It was a gown fashioned after hers, when she was once the most woman in all of Lys. And Daenyre would wear it with pride.
She was going to take her matters in her own hands and negotiate just like her father did, just like Rhaenyra Targaryen once did with her vassals when she aided them to support her however she did not want her result to match hers.
if she were free to choose a crown it would be Rhaenyra's crown adorned with sparkling alternating Emeralds, Rubies, Sapphires and the like. The blood-coloured gems Aegon I's crown would be laying atop her king's head whoever he may be.
She proceeded to feed Rhaenyras and safely tucked her in her huge chest of clothes, all she now needed were sellswords and allies and then she will be going home.
Daenyre was not sure if she really wanted vengeance but she did want to win with Fire and Blood just to prove anyone that she is just as worthy of a dragon as any other Targaryen... The usurpers took that away from her just as they made away with her father's head. A part of her couldn't wait until she could make do with their worthless heads.
'Serra, I must ask you a favour' Daenyre broke off
'What would you like Child?' Asked Saerra her voice graceful and generous.
'I would like to use the main room as a meeting place for the Golden company' implied Daenyre
'Yes you may' Serra said
'Thank you, for all when I ascend my throne everything that I owe you will be thrice paid back in golden dragons, I never forget my friends' swore Daenyre
'You do not need to make any promises now child, there is a long road to go and you know little of ruling still' replied Serra
'I know' agreed Daenyre quietly 'I know'
And so Daenyre and Saerra arranged the table, Daenyre waited and waited the more she waited the more nervous she grew, tension was building up in her abdomen and she wondered how what song will she sing to her royal cousins, when she will meet them in open battle soon enough.
Prince Viserys her childhood friend had a reputation for begging and madness throughout the free cities now, all of them that she has been to, nine of them at that. Now housed in a Magister's manse, he frightened many of his servants it was to be said, but few took him serious as they maliciously whispered 'Beggar King', behind his back in Valyrian.
Viserys was one of her first infatuations as a girl she knew him very well however she hasn't seen him for her half their life, he had a sister, brought forth before Daenyre herself at Dragonstone.
One with a name similar to her own name, Daena? Or was it Naerys? She did not have to know the child's name to remember how she has arrived into this world, the storm outside was raging it clashed all of Aerys' ships together and turned them to smithereens she was stormborn and upon her birth Rhaella had died.
She was there right next to Viserys when that happened Viserys was devastated and so were the midwives all of them comforted Viserys but none her when she was just as devastated by her death as any daughter would be. And that was the last time she'd ever see Viserys, he would find a way to disappear with the Darry's help but no one would help her disappear.
When she entered Serra's room everyone from the Golden Company was already there, with glinting eyes waiting to be persuaded, or so she thought.
'My Lords, I Daenyre of the House Blackfyre ask you to consider joining me in my quest for the iron throne, I have known that the remaining Targaryen's lineage are not certain and that Daeron II was the son of Naerys and Aemon Targaryen, bastards born of a feeble queen and a white knight sworn of celibacy. Whilst I am the descendant of Daemon Targaryen the true son of Aegon IV and Princess Daena Targaryen daughter of Aegon III. Who has also been legitimized; as your founder lord Bittersteel and my father Maelys has told your leader and forefathers. Even so they have no army and the position of the iron throne has been weakened by the warring between the Starks and the Lannisters and the realm is ripe for the taking, I swear to you that anything that I might ask of you will be repaid thrice over when I take the throne.' she recited perfectly like a songbird.
'What makes you so sure that we would win?' Taunted The leader Ser Myles Toyne
'The last Dragon' she said
At that the whole room fell in silence, even the tapestries of woman adorning the walls seemed to gasp at the affirmation.
'May we see the last dragon then?' Asked Lysono Maar, he was the most womanish man that Daenyre ever met, with lips even fuller than hers and hair decorated with amethysts and pears as if he was going to his own coronation.
'You may, but only two of you'
The captain and Lysono meekly entered a chamber, a mighty chamber at that, only the best for the last Blackfyre. The walls draped with silk and admist it all a large black box the size of a human.
When Daenyre rose forward and unclapsed the handles a brilliant beast flew out shrieking it's amethyst scales flamboyantly flashing against the light of the setting sun, it's eyes, were pools of molten sapphire.
Mere moments later, the sellswords came back into the room with Daenyre behind them. Both equally shocked
'T'is a true dragon milords' he said
'You have fought against the Targaryens by my family once, you shall again!' Daenyre said
'Aye!', the Golden Company replied
'We will ask you some questions Daenyre firstly to validate your identity and your knowledge for some of our more skeptical friends refuse to believe that you are real, after all half the whores in Lys and Volantis have Valyrian coloring some even brighter than yours, some cant believe that you nor your dragon exist, we will question, if it pleases you to answer. After we have drawn our conclusions we will say, after all our words are golden and we are the most expensive and trustworthy company in the free cities and Essos no doubt'
Daenyre smiled and added 'yes you may for the people who shall fight for me should know what they are fighting for'
After hours of dealing, validating and financial questioning and planning the commander let out a laugh, a laugh of approval she was pleased to observe.
'We fight for the Blacks!' Loudly announced Blackheart
'Aye!' Approved the rest
'Milords, may I ask you something per chance?' Asked Daenyre while they were busily shuffling out of the main room of the Brothel
'Aye' said a few glad to speak to their queen.
'How will I know you will not forsaken me and fight for the red dragons or the other westerosi?'
'Our word is golden milady and aside from the fact that we have fought for your father for years accepting both victory and defeat we have stood up the offer of a red dragon before' said Black Balaq
'Whom?'
'Viserys Targaryen, the beggar king' he chuckled.
Just then a smile crept on Daenyre's lips.
Daenerys' POV:
Daenerys calmly gazed across Pentos and into the sea that lay across her and her brother's throne. It was not home, home was farther in the east; in Braavos where the house with the red door and the lemon tree still stood.
Who would trade such sweet things for a metal chair, the monstrosity that lay in King's Landing.
'Daenerys!' Called Viserys
Daenerys stood a second and then turned and entered her bedroom in a quick pace for Viserys to not think his order spurned
Isn't he a gracious host?' Viserys said slyly smiling
'Why, whom am I to marry now brother?' Meekly replied Daenerys
'Khal Drogo, a savage no doubt but I need my army sister'
Daenerys nodded meekly, when will this stop? When will she stop nodding and being shy?
'You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?' He threatened
'No' she replied
'We will have you bathed and cleaned now, Illyrio has also provided a with golden jewelry to bring out the subtly gold hints in your hair and the gown to bring out the violet in your eyes' Viserys added 'stand straight, you have a woman's body now for goodness sake you have little enough as it is' he complained, Viserys pulled the string that held the dress together and the dress gently fell to the floor, he paced up to the door only to stop and affirm; 'when they write the history of my reign sweet sister, they will say it began today'.
Daenerys sighed and lightly stepped in the bath, he felt the heat blister against her skin, her skin slipping off, she liked it, she felt clean.
While in another room Viserys asked Illyrio;
'She will never make it as a Dothraki, she is to weak, to fibble; porcelain' Viserys raged
'She has Dragon's blood Viserys, of old Valyria no doubt, no doubt she may not be able bodied to produce sons and endure the ways of the Dothraki but Daenerys' strength shines in her mind and character'
'Then who am I to take to wife?' Viserys complained
'A wife of your own Kingdoms, someone to show the people you are not some foreign conqueror like Aegon the Dragon was' Illyrio reasoned
'No one would have me, I am an exile. The usurper would behead any house attempting to ally with me, isn't this what you've told me? I would sooner find a wife here than wait until I retake the throne. Regardless the dragon can have two wives, perchance I'll have one here and one across the Narrow sea eh?' Smiled Viserys, his attention diverting from the fate of his sister.
'Indeed' agreed Illyrio, keeping the Martell offer a secret from Viserys, if he knew that a Dornish princess was waiting for him across the Narrow Sea he would've left Pentos as as soon as he could and would forget Illyrio.
Viserys was a man that had too many promises broken, Illyrio deemed him one of those Westerosi fools the ones that did not take their oaths seriously "words are wind" they say, Viserys gave him no reason to think him any different. 'Mayhaps, you may find one of your people here in Essos, perhaps some exiled noblewoman or a daughter of a family of Westerosi descent. Someone you may have known in your times as prince?'
'I do not know of any, Valyrian or not. Whom am I to take to wife, I ask again Daenyre a bastard born of the realm's most hated houses, pretty enough as she was, she was most likely butchered in Dragonstone. When I sent Darry to come back to her she disappeared.' Viserys answered with the clear rational voice of a king, but Illyrio couldn't help but notice a tinge of regret in his voice when he talked of leaving the girl behind.
The self-proclaimed dragon was no player, he wore his heart on his face. 'Rhaenys was murdered by the lions, the rest of the details you must remember yourself.' He continued 'Daenerys is to be married to the Dothraki... The bloodlines should be pure and the only allies we now have are Dorne' Viserys insisted trying to sound diplomatic, taking a sip of wine he added 'and I am not even sure of their loyalty, I've been told they want to avenge Elia but I've had no proof that there is any weight to their words.
But oh they have, they have offered their future princess Arianne to be your wife, your Darry fool signed that pact, I will have none of this uncertainty about where you allegiances lie. After I have invested so much in you, I will not risk losing it all when you name the girl's father hand and her uncle master of coin
'You will be getting your army, for Khal Drogo promised you one' said Illyrio 'Don't worry for one because the Dothraki are the only ones we need.
'Unless he gives me my army in a fortnight, Khal Drogo will lose my trust and wake the dragon'
'Patience your grace' there will always be enough time to have the iron throne' Illyrio promised
Illyrio knew why he should help the last dragon; he would not only be master of coin but his trading would be improved and he would be extremely rich. Despite the fact that Viserys grew on him and Illyrio now considered him his son, that played little in the grand scheme of things.
'Smiles and empty promises don't boost my trades' Illyrio thought sullenly
Viserys sighed and chugged more wine because Illyrio's train of thought was taking to long to process and he was getting bored. Viserys needed to learn to be patient if he was ever going to retake his throne.
Illyrio then heard the thunder of hundreds of horses outside and nudged Viserys to stand up, he finally got angry and stood up, relieved that Viserys did not spill wine on his Grey doublet he went and collected Daenerys.
Daenerys was ready and beautiful as ever with her long silvery-gold Targaryen hair loose with the temples braided and tied at the back, similar to Viserys' own. Her plum dress was made out of the finest sheer silk; pentosi silk so fine that one could almost see through it which made it all the more useful, the golden necklace graced her long slim neck, set with the finest amethysts and diamonds money could buy and bracelets perfectly complimenting the colour of her dress.
The servants patiently led Her, Viserys and Illyrio out, Viserys' lips then curved onto a smirk and whispered in Daenerys' ear. Upon seeing the beast of a man that was her intended.
'You see how long his braid is Dany? When the Dothraki lose a battle their braids are cut off so the whole world can see, Khal Drogo has never lost a battle he is like Aegon the Dragonlord and Daeron the young dragon come again'
Dany was already scared but her brothers words have petrified her and she felt paralyzed while she approached the Dothraki Khal, she wanted to back away but she couldn't she was blood of the dragon, dragons are not afraid of horses. Dragons are not afraid of anything!