So basically Daenerys is living a secret life after she was resurrected by Kinvara in Essos. It's a peaceful and blessed life. This is just a prompt for now. If enough people like the idea and want more, I will continue to write. :)
The Secret Silver Maiden
The silver lady stood in the kitchen of her homely cottage peacefully cutting up potatoes and carrots to add to tonight's dinner that was going to be a lovely stew. The stew was boiling over a fire and sent such a flattering and delicious aroma. She glanced out the window looking at her three beautiful children playing in the garden.
The twins… aged ten… both with black waves of hair. A girl with her mother's unique violet eyes and the boy… with dark and stern grey eyes that matched his fathers. Both children were extremely beautiful and handsome and were named the beauties of the village.
Her youngest child, who had a different father from the twins. A boy aged six… he had his mother's silver hair that was more of a smokey colour that Dany liked to keep cut short and exact matching violet eyes that he shared with her and his sister. He had golden skin and although he was beautiful… he was often teased and called a ghost by the other children in the village for having silver hair and darker pigment.
Dany pouted, feeling an overwhelming sense of protection for her youngest son who had the sweetest heart of all her kids. Her three children played together in the garden while her husband was out working to earn money and help the village.
She smiled as she peeled the skin off of the potatoes and carrots. This was a life that she had dreamed of. A peaceful one with a family.
In a small village located not too far from Pentos, Dany called home. No one knew of her mysterious and most secret past… for the beautiful silver maiden was once known by many names and titles… the most common one… Queen Daenerys Targaryen… the Mother of Dragons.
Here she was known only as Dany of House Laurell. She had adopted her husband's house and surname so as to not be recognised. She couldn't go around as who she once was.
Dany rarely ever left the house. Normally she would send the children to go into town to buy things that they needed. She felt too at risk to go herself by the mere fact that she would be recognised… All it would take is one person to question her signature silver hair and violet eyes and she would be done for… and she feared that so would her family.
She had been living in hiding for almost ten years… and not a soul knew that she was alive… her own children and husband had no idea of her true identity… The world thinks that Daenerys Targaryen is dead… and she intends to keep it that way.
Dany glanced up out of the window and saw that her two oldest were sparring together using sticks as swords. She smiled seeing that both of them were naturally gifted at sword work… of course they were.
Her youngest was closely watching and cheering them on.
Lyanna (Lya), Eddard (Ed) and Jai were the pride and joy of her life. They were all that she lived for and kept her breathing. Her children.
Lya was feisty and stubborn and was certainly not that of a princess or a lady. She was determined to be better than her older brother physically and mentally. She was the sweetest and most humble child with the biggest heart, she quite reminded Dany of herself in her younger days.
Ed reminded Dany of a little "man". He was so very mature, protective and a gentleman. Though he was competitive with Lya, he was extremely protective of his family and though he looked exactly like his father… he had the fire and temperament of a Targaryen.
She looked on as Ed whacked Lya hard on the arm so that she winced. Lya got her payback by whacking him in the leg. Her children would always return to the house covered in dirt, cuts and bruises… that was what Dany wanted. For them to grow up adventurous and playful. To have fun and be brave. Her children would be raised among the commoners where they could have a normal and safe life and never be in harm's way as the children of the "Mad Queen".