The Dragon of Winter
Chapter two
Notes;
Hello and thankyou for those who read the first chapter. Ths is my first ever fanfiction so sorry if there's typos and stuff in the chapter. In this chapter Dany meets the Starks so that's something to look forward to :)
Home. I'm home.
No matter how many times Daenerys Targaryen told herself this she wasn't able to feel what she had once anticiapted. Ever since Dany could remember,Viserys had told her many stories about the greatness of Westeros, the infinite sun, the gallant knights and the fair maidens.
Daenerys had dreamed of the place she belonged, where her family had ruled for hundreds of years. The dreams are as frequent as her dragon dreams. Instead of the place from her dreams, Daenerys has been given a never ending piece of land where the roads are masked in mud and horse shit and after weeks of riding tied to a horse the only people she has seen are common folk as dirty as the roads. Daenerys has become grubby too, a thick layer of dirt covers her body and hair, as well as leaves and sticks from everytime Daenerys became exausted and dropped onto the filthy ground.
It is colder in Westeros too; although summer had reigned in the air for many years in Westeros it is nothing close to the baking heat of Essos.
Daenerys and the bear had had little conversation since they arrived, partially due to the fact that he was taking the Taragaryen to her doom in the place she would have called her home. The smalltalk they had had were mainly commands and orders, or the Targaryen asking to make water in the woods.
Jorah Mormont had not hurt her, but never had Dany felt so desolate or miserable, her whole life she had built up walls of the tales of Westeros, the glory, the exitement. And only now had she realised these walls were slowly crasing down ,crumbling. The commonfolk and high Lords and Ladies alike despise her family. If she was discovered, even by a glance, she would be hanged mecilessly, regardless of the fact that Daenerys was only a child.
"Eat, child." Jorah says after noticing Daenerys' untouched piece of bread .
"Why should I eat?" Dany demands with a cry,"You are taking me to my death! I will die eitherway, and I'm sure starving myself to death will save me alot of pain the usurper has got planned for me!"
"We are only in the Riverlands, close to the North..." Jorah answers," Kingslanding is a month's ride away." He meets Dany's violet eyes before saying,"so eat!"
Daenerys does so, mind awash with thoughts.
The North? The Riverlands? So that's why it's so cold here...
"Why sail to the Riverlands if there are ports all around Kingslanding?" Daenerys inquires.
"We are taking a much safer route, those ports all use the Kings' Road... robbers, thieves. Rapists."
Dany shivers at that; a man had tried to grab her in Pentos once, she had got away but the thought that a rapist had touched her gives her chills even now.
The two travel for what felt like weeks, both were exhausted, hungry and Daenerys' wrists shake in restless pain from having her small hands be tied to the reigns of her white mare. She thinks of Viserys, how furious he'd be when his pawn for his game had vanished with no trace. The one thing I don't miss is Viseys. Dany thinks. Over her time in Weteros her only entertainment is her mind, and with that she came to the realisation that Viserys was no brother to her; the times he had struck her, cursed her, touched her... Brother by blood, yes. But no brother in my heart. Dany has also discovered her need for a true family, brothers, sisters, a father and mother. A family that is not mad, not cruel, but loving. Daenerys finds comfort in her dragon eggs and she holds them whenever she gets the chance.
Snap.
In an instant Daenerys Taragryen flicks her head round into the direction of the noise and in the sudden motion her hood drops from her head.
"TARGARYEN!" A voice hollers from behind Jorah and Dany.
In a blur, Jorah jumps from his horse and draws his sword. Dany watches in a state of terror as ten armed men, dressed in tunics and with breastplates covering their chests emerge from the shubbery.
"I wonder how mch the King would pay for the exiled Targaryen?"One of them sneers as he draws a dagger from his others follow, all sharing the same expression of hatred on their faces.
"Untie me!" Daenerys hisses before Jorah does so. He pulls her close and murmurs into her ear,"Go!" The way we came... just go."
Without hesitation Daenerys takes off, not looking back. Jorah will win. He will kill them all.
He set me free.
Daenerys rides and rides and rides. She has no clue where she's going. Fire and Blood is all she knows.
Fire and Blood.
Winterfell
Two weeks later
Jon watches, a smile dawning on his face as Arya runs toward him, a stone in her small hand.
"I found it!"She exclaims,"Look! It's shaped like a wolf... a direwolf!" She smiles at Jon, gaptoothed and innocent.
Jon notices Sansa watching from further away, a masked look of disgust on her face,"Arya! That stone is dirty and you've ruined your dress!" She promenades over, ever graceful.
Arya kicks some brown puddle water onto Sansa's pretty dress and watches in enjoyment as Sansa squeals,"ARYA!" Robb chuckles, he pulls Jon over, still laughing.
"I saw Theon in the kitchens, fucking some scullery maid." Robb muses. Jon never took a liking to his father's ward, Theon had earned a reputation in Jon's mind as an arrogant, self centered prick. Robb had always liked the Ironborn boy, and he sees him as a brother of a sort. I have no idea why.
"Want to join me on a ride?" Robb inquires his half brother, who obliged instantly. Jon loves his rides with Robb.
The two ready their horses, Robb mounting a mighty grey stallion while Jon picks a shy, but also strong black mare. Robb commands for the watchmen to open the gates and the brothers ride out into the frosted northern forest.
Daenerys
I am the blood of the dragon. I am the blood of the dragon. I am the blood of the dragon.
She repeats it to herself for than she can count while the bitter winds of the North nip every inch of her body. She has no thought on how long she has ridden, or where she is going.
Fire and blood.
Her only source of comfort are her eggs from Pentos. Pentos... a life time away...
Her horse can feel the icy cold too, until the mare throws he Targaryen off its back and gallops the other way.
"No!" Daenerys croaks, reaching her skinny arm out as if she can grab the horse and pull it back to her. She cries out a last ,"Help me..." Before she blacks out amisdt the frost advancing over her.
Jon
"I found Arya in my room playing with my sword, pretending my bedpost was some kind of target." Jon muses.
"Mother wants her to be more like Sa-" Robb is cut of mid sentence by Jon who has a wild look of sadness and curiosity on his face.
"Look! A hand. Over there under the bushes!" Jon points.
Robb crouches down. He lifts the blanket of leaves an after seeing the girl who lays there unconscious he looks at Jon in fear and amazement,"Her hair..."
Jon peers over to see a girl, no more that four and ten, lying motionless amongst the frost. The most striking part of her though, was her silver, blonde hair.
"She can't be..." Jon began, already knowing the answer. Robb nods and the brothers stare in wonder at the girl. In an instant her eyes flick open, revealing colours only seen in dreams. She was undoubtably the most beautiful woman Jon has ever seen. Her beauty is almost unatural; her purple eyes, white delicate skin, plump lips and pink cheeks.
She is supposed to be the enemy, but she looks like anything but...
Daenerys
"Who are you?" One of the men steps forward, hand on his sword. His hair, with a mass of curls is a deep auburn, his eyes blue. His face is pale and defined, every feature stands out. Handsome. On his face he wears a look of impassiveness, his eyes are icy yet Daenerys can detect fear in them.
In her thoughts Daenerys forgets a question was asked.
"Who are you?" He repeats again in a toneless voice.
This time Daenerys answers, trying to show no fear toward the two strangers," I'm Daenerys of House Targaryen, I was captured in Pentos and brought here..." She trails off. She watches as their eyes go wide.
"We have to take her to father..." The first man says, this time showing feelings of urgency.
The second man turns to face Daenerys and now she can see him clearly; his face, whiter than snow was less defined than the first man, yet there was something about him... someyhing so comley about him that caused the fire inside Daenerys which was beginning to smoulder to be relit. His eyes are a deep brown, wild and stormy, his hair came in masses upon masses of black curls... beautiful.
Both the men wear thick cloaks and furs, and the first one carries a shield in his left hand, a wolf carved into the steel.
A direwolf! Starks...
Daenerys knows that the wolves of the North were the usurper's allies, and Eddard Stark one of his closest and most trusted friends.
Regardless, Daenerys felt no fear, and she was clueless why...
Jon
The girl... the Targaryen girl did not look afraid, she did not speak, only once when she asked for the sack that still lay under the shrubbery. Jon obliged after all inside was three large stone eggs. The Targaryen deserves some comfort... Jon had thought. She had climbed onto Jon's horse, still fearless as Robb tied her hands to the saddle. Jon had always wanted to meet a Targaryen, in the books they were exotic, fierce people. Mad too... But not this girl, and on the ride to Winterfell he couldn't put a finger on why.
Daenerys