DISCLAIMER: Chapter one.

Chapter rating: T

Beemariex: Rhae is the eldest of the twins.

NicoleR85: I hope that you continue to enjoy it! I can't wait to have the girls meet up!

Dancouga01-23: Because it's how this revision is going. If you don't like it then stop reading because it's not going to change. He won't be alive forever but he's also what makes Dany strong and could help her teach her dragons and not let them rule her. And your words are for the Dothraki, it's what they do.

Chapter Twenty-One: Help from Allies

(East)

Daenerys was laughing as she held her daughter close while sitting amongst her girls and guards. She was listening to the stories of her guards once again, watching her dragons gorge on the burned meat from Cohollo. Drogo had ordered that only his bloodriders and Daenerys' close guards retrieve her dragons' meat for them to eat. Daenerys had been horrified to learn that her husband was killing certain horses of the herds to feed her dragons.

"Horse meat is healthy and makes them stronger," Drogo said once as she watched him offer a burned piece to Drogon. The male hatchling had no issue with feeding from the man he was named after. Eagerly eating when offered the meat, his brothers shared the same happiness in eating.

But even now, she could see him nip or bite at others when they attempt to help feed them. It worried her, her sister's dragons were amongst an army, but they seem to be at ease around an army while her own snapped at anyone.

"Khaleesi," Cohollo entered as Daenerys perked up before shushing her dragons when they hissed and flashed their wings at the Dothrak guard who smiled. While she did not like it, her husband and his men found it amusing and a good thing, meaning they would not like strangers who come too close to their 'mother.' Irri claimed Rhaenyra was called Mother of Dragons as was Daenerys who realized the truth, both girls survived fires and birthed dragons. "Another Khalasaar is near, stay inside," he ordered as she frowned.

"What about all the other women and children of the Dothraki?" she demanded, worried her people would be in danger.

"Safe within their own tents," he confirmed before walking out to join his Khal. Drogon hissed and flashed his wings, spitting out smoke as she smiled, stroking his back.

"How I wish I had more books," Daenerys whispered as Irri eyed her leader before looking at Doreah and Jorah. He nodded and gently left without making a sound.

"Khaleesi." A guard came in and knelt with fresh bloody meat as she smiled, taking it. She took a few pieces out and laid them out for the three, the trio of hatchlings looked up to her.

"Dracarys," she commanded as the three looked confused for a moment before Drogon looked down at the mean before back at her. "Dracarys," she ordered, firmer this time. Hoping they'd catch on as she heard dragons were intelligent. Drogon eyed her for a moment before trying a spark and gave a second try, scorching it with his small black flames this time as he chittered happily, taking the piece as Viserion and Rhaegal came closer, sniffing the scorched marks with interest before the three looked back at her. Daenerys sighed softly and was about to order some meat cooked before the guard held a hand up, surprising her.

"Try again, Khaleesi. Do not let up," he encouraged her. She eyed him for a moment before nodding and taking a breath. Leveling the two with harsh stares as they backed up a moment. Her gaze made them bow down a bit.

"Dracarys." Her tone was cold and harsh, like Drogo's command to his Khalasar. It brought a proud smile to her guards and handmaids who watched as the two looked back at their own meat. Viserion's pale gold flames burned his meat as Rhaegal's orange-and-yellow flame joined. Daenerys beamed at their progress while the guard nodded, he assumed they were like stubborn horses and dogs, they would do what you want so long as you put the effort into it. Drogo had sworn to help control the dragons so that way they would not die out again, and also swore to help reunite the girls if he could. But Drogo knew that it would be a challenge for him to try though he swore to try.

XXI

(Riverlands→Crownlands)

Rhaenyra sighed silently as she worryingly looked up to spy her dragons though they were completely out of sight and it worried her.

"Worry not, Your Grace," Ser Barristan urged. "The dragons know to be safe," he reassured her as she smiled softly.

"Aye, I know that. Though it does not stop me from worrying about them," she chuckled as everyone joined.

"No matter how big they grow, they will always be your children, Your Grace," Ser Barristan said. Rhaenyra continued on to the ship in Gulltown harbor that Manderly men were holding for them.

"Your Grace!" They cried out as all knelt and a woman came to her, curtsying with a young woman and boy at her side.

"Your Grace, you and your dragons are welcome sights," the women beamed, taking the queen's offered hands. "We wish you luck on your sail to Dragonstone. My son raced like the tides to give me the message and to have a ship ready for you. Though I assumed your dragons were coming, they are quite larger than expected," Lady Manderly commented as Rhaenyra chuckled.

"Aye. I never realized how true Lord Stark's words about growth spurts in animals were until the wolves and dragons came. Just a year ago they were the size of cats," Rhaenyra said simply as Leona Woolfield, Wylis Manderly's wife, gave a soft scoff.

"Seven Hells." With a small laugh that her queen shared.

"Aye, how true that is," she smiled as a young girl approached.

"Your Grace?" she asked.

"Yes?" Rhaenyra asked with a smile.

"My name is Wylla Manderly, and if it would please Your Grace, I would very much like to be in your service when you return from Dragonstone?" Wylla asked softly as her mother and grandmother both smiled.

"I would like that very much, Wylla. What about your sister? Would you be interested or not?" Rhaenyra questioned as Wynafryd stuttered before smiling and nodded.

"I would love to, Your Grace," she smiled a blush crossing her pale features as her mother beamed.

"I will have them all ready when you return, Your Grace," Leona beamed as her sister-in-law smiled when she came out.

"Your Grace," the bastard girl greeted her queen.

"Lady Wynda," Rhaenyra nodded her head.

"Would you mind if I accompany you? I would feel horrible if I could not join and help protect my queen," she wished. Rhaenyra nodded with a small hum as Lynara chuckled.

"Joining this household will not be easy, Lady. Dealing with dragons is a bit different than wolves," she warned as she grinned.

"A challenge I welcome," the woman confirmed.

"Girls, be sure to have both a set of warmer clothing and cooler clothing, Winterfell is a coin flip about her weather preferences," Rhaenyra told the girls who nodded with small giggles.

"And be sure to have a simple headpiece, like your mother's beaded-jeweled band," Valaena suggested, slipping into her former royal household status as the chief of handmaids to Rhaella. Leona nodded, she knew what to pack for the girls.

"We will have everything ready for your return," the woman confirmed as the girls giggled while running off after saying farewell to their queen.

XXI

"That is good, that you are accepting other girls to be your ladies-in-waiting," Valaena said as she covered her pale skin from the sun. She, like Baela, burned easily. Rhaenyra was grateful that her skin was not easily burned. They were under the sun constantly now with the ship heading towards Dragonstone, her dragons were flying all around and were not hesitant about grabbing fish they knew were under the water. Ser Barristan noticed how they never left the ship their mother was on. Rhaella flew directly above her ship, almost shadowing it under her growing frame. Alysanne and Rhaenys seemed to like the freedom of flying, Rhaenyra worried they'd be exhausted but the captain swore to keep a good speed so they could reach the island and ensure the dragons would not be worn out. Though Tyene saw no exhaustion in the dragons as they flew around the boats, shrieking and roaring in delight. It seemed to her that they were happy about being free to fly how they want and seemed to glide quite well.

"Your dragons know how to glide well. As to not wear their wings out," a guard spoke to Rhaenyra who would watch them with a soft look. "It is good that they know this, they survive long flights to and from places," the man confirmed before resuming his duties to help on the ship. Rhaenyra hated feeling confined on the ship as she walked around, being followed by Ser Barristan and Valaena while Lynara and Raynor talked with the ship crew.

"I now understand how my ancestors' dragons felt being chained. I grew up in the North and this feels uncomfortable for me," she complained as Valaena smiled.

"Do not worry. We will reach Dragonstone soon," the woman reassured her as Ser Barristan confirmed it. Both having been there before with previous Kings and Queens.

"Tell me all you truly know about Stannis," Rhaenyra ordered as she turned to them. Ser Barristan paused before nodding as he straightened. They started to talk, telling her all that she should know the possibility of her dragons being wanted or used as a bargaining chip. Rhaenyra refused to allow that as she would make a point to tell others when they brought it up.

Stannis stood there seeing a ship in the distance and froze once he saw figures above the ship. Ser Davos quickly joined and stuttered at seeing the same thing.

"Seven save us," he muttered before running off as Stannis continued to stare, hearing the dragons in the distance. He looked away, returning his gaze back to the approaching dragons and ship, and he walked back to the castle to receive her in the room of the Painted Table. The one her ancestor Aegon the Conqueror created.

XXI

Rhaenyra moaned softly in discomfort as she leaned against the railing, feeling her stomach roll with the waves as Rhaella flew lower, shrieking and roaring. The girls were more active now that they were approaching land.

"Your Grace?" Valaena asked worriedly as Lynara went for a bucket.

"I'm fine," Rhaenyra waved them off, praying they got to land soon.

"Land, Your Grace!" The Crow's words were like praise to Rhaenyra's ears. "Dragonstone," he confirmed as the dragons cried out. The guards dove to the ground to protect their heads. Rhaenyra turned to see a giant castle that made her insides crawl, it made her frown as this was her birthplace and once her home. The salty air of Dragonstone carried an odd smell of smoke and brimstone. She heard rumors about her ancestors who grew up on this island loved the smell, while she preferred the smell of snow and ice, the crisp smell of the coldness is what she missed. She saw the dragons statues, the motifs that surrounded the large monstrosity her Valyrian ancestors created from their 'unique designs.' Rhaenyra never understood her Valyrian family designs or certain things they did, very few of her people's heritage made sense to her Northern-raised mind. Ned joked once that if Targaryens had kept their reign and Daenerys had been raised by King's Landing, the two would no doubt be a unique split of twins.

"Gods," Tyene started seeing the design. "I feel as though we are to be eaten by a dragon if we enter the castle," she chuckled softly as Rhaenyra smiled.

"Aye. My husband and his siblings would not like this place," Rhaenyra commented softly as Lynara gave a soft 'ha.'

"You forget, Your Grace, that Arya and Bran would love this castle," Valaena corrected with a loving smile, looking at the place she once called home.

"We are being watched by statue dragons, and are about to enter a dragon mouth, if I was drunk I would assume they were real," Rhaenyra spoke as she entered the small rowboat that would take her to shore with her girls as other boats entered the water too.

Ser Davos froze at seeing the dragons flying around, shrieking and calling out to their mother and each other. The knight noticed them circling before flying over Dragonstone beaches. He and his men approached only to be snarled and spat at by the large red dragon who flashed her frills and bore her teeth in warning when she slammed into the sand, panting. Ser Davos watched as Ser Barristan and a northern woman, dressed like a guard, exited the small boat first before the woman helped her queen out, bracing her as the current came in. It startled the knight to see a blue large tail somewhat blocking the current for her mother so it would not knock her down. Rhaenyra held onto Dacey's arm, the woman anchoring the queen to her side with Raynor and Ser Barristan helping her. The girls were quickly helped out as well with Valaena pausing just for a moment when her eyes landed on the castle that she once stayed at so many years ago, a guard quickly urged her to continue on with Lynara pulling her hand to help. Once all the passengers had come up the two dragons who remained on the beach growled or snarled warnings. Many of the Dragonstone men stared at the Targaryen woman who had a hood covering her hair and face a bit. It was only when her dragons flapped their giant wings, knocking her hood down as she watched them fly around with Rhaenys joining after watching from the sky. The men all quickly knelt as Ser Davos did the same. No one expected to see a dragon, much less a Targaryen this way. Many had expected Rhaenyra to be killed or left in her castle she was once at. Ser Davos lifted his head and wished to never forget this sight, Rhaenyra Targaryen stood there, dressed in a black cloat, hair pinned by her bronze crown and with dragons flying in the background.

"Your Grace," he greeted, standing at her urging. "Welcome-welcome to Dragonstone. Or! Rather welcome back. As this was once your home," he stuttered as she continued to watch him. No emotions going through her face. It made him a bit nervous to not gain an emotion from her.

"No, this was just the island I was born on, Ser Davos. My home is in Winterfell, where I wish to be right now instead of in the middle of a war," she spoke, her northern accent coming through as Davos continued to stare, mesmerized by her.

"I wish we too were not in a war time. But many of us are happy you chose to come meet with His Grace," Davos commented as he urged her to follow him while his guards waited for the rest of the group. The Martell men were uncomfortable but followed at Tyene's urging. The group of Northernmen and Dornish made their way after Ser Davos who held smalltalk with the young queen. Asking how her march is going and if there were any problems that Stannis might be able to help with.

"I am not sure, Ser. He might be able to be a guiding voice for me. As my maester is not with us," she mused as he listened with a small nod.

"You are much younger than King Stannis, but even he relies on his maesters too. They are quite useful other than just healing," he laughed as they shared a small laugh. "His Grace will see you in the Room of the Painted Table," Davos claimed while the young woman nodded. Rhaenyra followed as a maid approached, offering to take the queen's cloak.

"You and Valaena are needed for the meeting, I am not. Guide me to the queen's chambers and I will direct her things," Lynara ordered the woman who paused before nodding at Rhaenyra's ice-filled eyes, piercing her own as Lynara removed the queen's cloak and took her gloves as well, ordering the men to follow. They did so with no pause as one carefully brushed past Ser Davos with a respectful 'excuse me' to the knight and his queen who nodded.

"Let us continue, Ser Davos," Rhaenyra urged as the man nodded. He entered the room with Valaena, Roslin, Dacey, Ser Barristan, and Raynor. Where all the men had stopped with Melisandre standing beside Selyse.

Stannis Baratheon had been sitting in his chair, bored of hearing endless arguments before perking up when Ser Davos entered. He had not seen Rhaenyra since she was a small child, and now she was a grown woman who was now crowned a queen. And the noise he heard, her dragons had long grown past the last dragon's size.

"King Stannis," she greeted, inclining her head softly.

"It is customary to curtsy," a man growled.

"And it is customary to stay silent unless introduced to the Queen. Or do you southerners not have these customs any more?" Rhaenyra snarled, her tone ice and dark as the man froze.

"You will apologize to the queen, now," Stannis ordered. His hard eyes on the lord who stuttered before standing and giving a deep sigh. Bowing to the young woman whose eyes did not change but turned to the King as he inclined his own head to her.

"Queen Rhaenyra. Welcome to Dragonstone," he greeted as a man stood and offered his chair to the woman as others brought chairs for the ladies-in-waiting as they sat with Dacey standing next to Valaena.

"Thank you for accepting my request to talk," Rhaenyra started as she sat with Ser Barristan right behind her.

"Uh, this is for ourselves and the King and Queen. You may wait outside-"

"Do not think to talk to my household as though they are of your own household," Rhaenyra ordered, becoming agitated before a menacing roar came through. Rhaella had slammed against the outside of the Chamber of the Painted Table, her tail flying in and smacking a few people. Many flew from the table as pawns and maps were scattered as well from the gust of her giant wings. Rhaella snarled at anyone who drew a weapon and caused Rhaenyra's servants to produce their own swords while Rhaella reared her head back.

"Stop! Enough!" Stannis ordered his men. "If you fools think I am going to stop her, you truly are indeed fools. You insult her, treat her like a child, and when her dragon defends her, you have the audacity to draw your weapons like idiots!" Stannis snarled. Disgust in his face. "Get out!" he roared, standing as Rhaella hissed and snarled at men who came too close to Ser Barristan and Dacey, both of whom kept their weapons out and aimed at the men. Staying inbetween Rhaenyra and the men.

"Put your weapons away," Rhaenyra ordered as her people did so. She stood and pushed her dragon's face away. "And you, away." She pointed outside as Rhaella trilled softly, calmer a bit as Stannis watched the dragon pull her head out of the window, carefully. Joining her sisters Rhaenys and Alysanne who were hanging off the rocks almost like bats using their wing talons and back feet to latch onto the rock before flying off with their sister in the lead.

"Beautiful creatures," he praised as she nodded.

"Aye, they and their tempers grow everyday but they still retain their beauty. I am sorry for that," she apologized to Stannis who waved her off.

"It is not your place to apologize. You did nothing wrong but defend yourself. They thought you would bow or bend to their will, they heard your sister did to her husband," Stannis brought up as she frowned.

"She adapted, yes. But Daenerys was too soft for Dothraki, she needed to gain a 'second skin' I once heard Ned comment when he learned of her marriage to the Dothraki horselord," Rhaenyra commented as a woman approached, offering drinks as Valaena stepped forward. She took a sip before Rhaenyra and gave it to her queen who eyed with a sharp look. "That is insulting," she warned as Valeana glared back.

"Not for your protection," Stannis denied, he understood the Velaryon woman's words and meaning. Rhaenyra had come this far with becoming queen and regaining her heritage of dragon rearing and ruling alongside her husband. The woman who shared her blood would take no chance of her becoming poisoned and dying, at least not before giving Robb an heir. "Now, I know you wish to discuss terms, but that can wait. You have just arrived, we can meet tomorrow after breaking our fast," he surmised as she smirked softly.

"Robb did write up some things he wished for us all to agree on, I can leave this with you," Rhaenyra spoke gently as she stood and offered her parchment that he took and started to unravel so he could read it.

"I will review this, and give my opinion. If you don't mind," he looked at her as she shook her head.

"No, please. It is why we are here," Rhaenyra told him, nodding her head before leaving as he nodded to her. She left as one of his guards led her to her chambers.

"Your Grace," the guard bowed before leaving, telling Ser Barristan that two guards would join in guarding the Targaryen Queen. As they are so close to King's Landing.

Rhaenyra sat in her chair as Valaena opened the large windows as she heard her dragons crying out, Rhaenyra did not feel comfortable knowing her dragons would have to find a place to bed down, quite possibly away from her.

"It is barely past midday and you are already cooped up in a room," Tyene commented with a soft look of upset when Rhaenyra looked at her.

"I was going to walk around. Truly see the splendor that was what Valyrians brought from Old Valyria," Rhaenyra spoke as she stood. The men all bowed and left to give her privacy as Dacey stood ready to protect her. She did not feel comfortable with how many men crawled over this island and with it so close to King's Landing. Ser Barristan told her it would change, she would calm down and know when the queen was in true danger. Dacey respected Ser Barristan, almost as much as she respected members of her family such as her mother. But the knight could tell how nervous she was about messing up and losing the queen who she was charged with to watch over.

"Dacey?" Rhaenyra called with worry as she approached her friend, she was dressed in a lighter dress to combat the heat that the dark blue color still represented House Stark and her silver dragon necklace that Leoona had given the queen as a present for her. The Targaryen sigil laid perfectly against her pale skin and above the collar of her dress.

"I am fine, Your Grace. There are just too many people I do not trust and please forgive me, My Lady. But your house is among them," Dacey apologized to Valaena, who nodded as well.

"I understand that, child. I do. I do not trust my own family," she revealed as the women looked at her, Roslin a bit fearful.

"Should we fear for the queen's safety?" she questioned only to be shushed by Lynara.

"Hush, now, Roslin. Everything will be fine. They would not dare do a thing to the queen not with her dragons present and Dornish men who are just as deadly as the North's top fighters," Lynara soothed the girl who nodded.

"Worry not, Roslin. Stannis would not allow me to be hurt, I can tell. He wishes for this to pass but also vies for all seven kingdoms," Rhaenyra said, she knew he did not like giving two kingdoms away to a new King and former Princess. But with three dragons it might gain her what she wants from him, with some conditions she had no doubt.

"Then how will you convince him to give you the two you want?" Ser Barristan asked, entering the room with the men when Dacey called to them.

"If a new queen were to come to you with three creatures that have been extinct for a century and a half, would you say no? Regardless of how big they are?" she questioned as each paused.

"I can only say yes, as my people have fought your ancestors off before," Tyene grinned as her friend giggled.

"True you are. Save Dorne, no one else defeated the dragons," Rhaenyra commented as they all agreed.

"If he is smart, then he will agree to her request," Valaena spoke before silencing herself and turned her head in the direction of the door. "Someone is coming," she warned as Rhaenyra started to leave the room to be met face-to-face with Melisandre. The Red Woman took the biggest risk by grabbing Rhaenyra by her chin suddenly to look her in the eye. It not only startled the young queen but her guards acted within seconds as Ser Barristan almost took the Red Preistess' hand as shot back in shock at being attacked by the knight's sword when he stood between them as Valaena hissed in Valyrian.

"Gaomagon daor mirre ilagon iā ondos va īlva dāria!" (Do not ever lay a hand on our queen!) She snarled, blue eyes shining with inner fire as Dacey and Raynor produced their swords. The Dornish shouts seemed to have attracted the Baratheon men as Stannis came and it was Rhaenyra's high whistle that stopped all the shouting.

"Lady Melisandre startled me by suddenly grabbing my face. It caused my guards to go into alarm," Rhaenyra told Stannis who nodded in understanding.

"Your Grace," Wynda Manderly approached with a frown and some other Dornish guards who had heard their kinsmen shout.

"Everything is fine, please everyone just calm down," Rhaenyra requested feeling antsy suddenly as a terrifying shriek and slam that did in fact shake the windows a bit made a few jump as Rhaenyra looked to see an irritated Rhaella lower her face to eye the Red Priestess who froze at seeing the dragons. Baring her teeth at the woman in warning Rhaenyra sent the dragon off with a word of Valyrian.

"You speak to them in Valyrian?" Melisandre questioned in wonder.

"She speaks in both Common Tongue and High Valyrian," Dacey corrected the woman with a glare in her eyes. "I mean no offense, You Grace. But could you possibly not allow your priestess to just come up to our queen and touch her suddenly. People have been burned and nearly killed by her dragons doing just that," Dacey said, remembering when a drunk man was stupid to assume to young woman was her cousin when he grabbed her face just like the priestess only Rhaenys lit him on fire before another put him out with a bucket of water, Robb confined the man for touching the queen without permission.

"Of course, Melissandre." He tilted his head as she nodded and curtsied to the queen with a small apology.

"Forgive me, Your Grace," the Red Priestess whispered, quickly moving away and following her queen who nodded softly to the Targaryen woman.

"Let us continue on," Rhaenyra urged as her guards nodded.

"You handled that well," Lynara commented softly.

"Better than Val," Rhaenyra spoke up with a small laugh as everyone else joined.

"She irritates me," Valaena snarled softly as her queen eyed her.

"Aye. We saw that," Rhaenyra stopped, turning to face her surprised lady-in-waiting. "But as you told me. Hold it at arm's length and guard your features, I am trying to show that the Red Priestess does not brother me when, in fact, she does. I only ask you to do the same," Rhaenyra said. Valaena stared at her in shock, seeing the girl's mother in her as she spoke.

"Very well, Your Grace. I apologize." Valaena smiled at her queen as she could not hide her growing respect for the girl she raised. Happy that her Valyrian heritage rang out bright and true for the girl. Rhaenyra nodded and walked off as her retinue followed after her, many were happy with how she was changing as Tyene and Roslin walked alongside her, keeping her company. Though once outside, their small group was disrupted by the young Princess Shireen and her fool following after. It would also seem that her mother had some guards attached to her daughter. Shireen seemed out of place with her guards and a bit out of step with them, showing they were new to the girl.

"Hello Queen Rhaenyra," Shireen greeted as she curtsied to the elder's happiness.

"Princess Shireen," Rhaenyra responded, curtsying as well, keeping her fingers together as she smiled at the young girl.

"I was very interested in meeting you, Your Grace," Shireen smiled as the elder hummed. "Would you mind if I accompanied you around Dragonstone?" Shireen asked softly.

"I would love the company, please. You could show me around your home," Rhaenyra encouraged while Valaena eyed her and gave Lynara a small smile. The other calmed her by wrapping an arm around her back and they followed the girls. Shireen slowly took the offered hand from Rhaenyra who missed the present of a small child at her side, years of having Robb's siblings at her side made her realize the positives of many children, it made women wish to have many children to fill the missing void of mulitple bodies in a family. Shireen talked about everything she knew and eventually they came across the open grass fields.

"The smell of the volcanoes always permeates throughout Dragonstone and on severe days it was reported you could smell it in King's Landing," Shireen spoke as Rhaenyra continued to listen, not bothered by her talking about everything the child found interesting. Though the sudden shrieks and deep roars of the dragons made the Dragonstone men tense and about to grab their weapons as Shireen clung to Rhaenyra.

"Stand down or they will see you as a threat to the Queen and child," Ser Barristan commanded, his tone sharp and demanding. The men paused and hesitated before Rhaella roared, spit flying and teeth flashing as the men backed away. The she-dragon obviously gained what she wanted with a happy purr as she lowered her giant head to the startled child. Shireen stared in shock at the glowing orange-red eyes of the Queen's favorite, Rhaenyra encouraged Shireen to approach the dragon by softly pushing her closer along with soft words.

"It is alright," Rhaenyra urged as a guard was about to speak before Rhaenys hissed, it startled the red dragon for a moment before Rhaenyra regained her dragon's attention. "Reach your hand out," the young queen instructed Shireen, who looked to her for a moment and did as ordered. They were completely unaware of Stannis watching intently with Ser Davos and Melisandre also watching them.

Speaking softly in Valyrian as Rhaella came closer to the girl's hand, Rhaenyra watched with a proud look as her dragon allowed the child to touch her nose. Shireen gasped softly at being able to pet the dragon, she grinned softly while Rhaella's gaze softened at being with the child. Trilling softly as she came closer, wanting her mother's attention as well. Shireen giggled gently while she continued to pet the dragon's scales. Her hand was tiny compared to the dragon's head, as she could easily fit in the dragon's mouth if they turned on humans. Rhaenyra joined in petting her dragon's face to the amazement of the present group.

"She's so warm," Shireen spoke in awe. Creatures that she's grown up dreaming about, studying their statues, and even some old nests that a guard once showed her and her maester who wished to have seen it in its splendor. "Would they reside in the dragon dens?" she wondered as Rhaella moved away, deciding she had enough human contact. Trilling softly as she backed up a moment, spreading her giant wings and pushed off. Rhaenyra braced Shireen against her, cradling her head so she wouldn't accidentally get toppled by the gust as Ser Barristan and a Baratheon guard braced them.

"I do not think so," Rhaenyra dismissed. "If they did, which is highly unlikely, would still carry the scent of the now deceased dragons. But also the girls were raised in open fields and slopes, they will no doubt choose this until they decide to nest themselves," Rhaenyra finished as Shireen looked interested.

"How would they nest? When they bed down to lay eggs?" she wondered before frowning. "But you would need a male dragon for that," Shireen claimed sadly.

"From what Prince Rhaegar read, some believe the dragons can be like frogs. Change their gender and reproduce when needed, but others do believe that they are two separate genders like wolves and need a pair to breed," Ser Barristan claimed while Shireen grinned.

"I truly hope they can have eggs," Shireen claimed while Rhaenyra chuckled. They resumed their walk down the slopes.

"They are not even 2 summers old," Rhaenyra claimed. "I doubt they will even think about it with how they act a bit like Arya," she claimed, making the northerners, and those who met the young Stark girl, laugh.

"I have heard the stories," Shireen smiled as Rhaenyra talked about her youngest good sister and Sansa, telling how different they were, truly like Summer and Winter. Arya was a true northerner, from what Raynor said. Sansa was gentler, belonging to the summer breeze rather than the harsh and fast winter winds. Ser Barristan was the one to use that comparison, having spent time with the girls and with Lady. So they spent many hours talking and walking around Dragonstone, Ser Barristan eyed all these men and listened to how they treated his queen. He swore to her husband to bring her back alive and protected, and the knight was going to ensure he kept this promise.

XXI

End of the chapter! Please enjoy!

~Rusty14~