targaryen, daenerys

[daenerys targaryen]

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Dany was born during her father, the mad king’s, rule. Born during one of the worst storms in recent memory, she earned the nickname Daenerys Stormborn. Her mother died giving birth to her, soon after her oldest brother Rhaegar died at the hands of Robert Baratheon. After her father’s murder she was whisked away on a ship with her surviving brother Visserys to the free cities. There she grew up under her older brothers cruel hand. He struck her when he wanted, touched her when he wanted and eventually sold her as it pleased him. Dany was meek, shy and detached. She felt like she was so worthless, living in her brothers shadow and at his whim. Yet she looked up to him, when the dragon was not angered he told her stories of home. Of their reign of old valyria. So she grew, going from host to host as her brother plotted rule. When she was fifteen she had the news thrusted upon her that she would soon be wed. Khal Drogo was terrifying. She felt so small and helpless, and she knew the abuse that layed before her. If Visserys could over power and beat her with his slight frame, surely this man could crush her with one blow. She let herself be taken. Be sold. The wedding was horribly gruesome but she gained a valuable gift that day. Three dragon eggs. She obsessed over them, often times just starring at them. But they were the only things that belonged to her. Even her body was not her own. The eggs gave her a thirst- a thirst for life and for freedom. She was given a bad hand but life was no house of cards! She learned how to be a better lover, and soon began to fall for her Khal. She went from a slave to a Khaleesi. From a girl to a woman. She soon saw a side of Drogo she refused to see. He was strong, brave, untamable and wild. Like a dragon. Like the dragon riders of old, she embraced his vigor and ferociousness. Growing into her role as a queen, she became herself. Within five moons she was with child. Fully embraced after the Dothraki baby shower, she heard the future of her son, Rhaego. Life was getting to be hopeful and full. Brimming with hope and the plans to conquer and regain her home, she enjoyed life. An attempt on her life caused Drogo to swear revenge and overtake Westeros. Then she saved a witch. Drogo got wounded, she called on the witch to repay her debt and was betrayed. Her naivety had been the death of her lover. In one night she lost her child and had Drogo’s body ruined to the poin the was just a shell. She knew that her husband was screaming on the inside. It was her fault he was like this! She couldn’t ask Jorah to slay him, or even her loyal Dothraki. She smothered him herself. That was the moment she knew that all of the hope was a lie. She was nothing. A Queen without a people. A mother with no children. A wife with no husband. She laid the dragon eggs on Drogo’s pyre and ordered the witch tied to it. Instinct took over, it was like she was making a next just to rest. Part of her knew she would survive. It was this overwhelming urge to walk into those flames… And she was unburnt. Her clothes flew away like ash and she stood, watching her husband burn as she wept. Then the eggs began to hatch. Three perfect babies slipped into the world through tragedy, much like her. A feisty red winged infant was the first to hatch and onyx black. She saw the thirst for thrill and the love for her that echoed in her husbands eyes. Drogon was her first born. Then crawled out, an obviously intelligent and full of spunk cream colored dragon with horns and wings that shines like gold. She saw slight madness and energetic hope with a quick mind, and her heart broke because this dragon, was like her brother. Visserion, the dragon with a golden crown, crawled into her arms much like a child and slept. The last didn’t hatch, but burst from his egg and crawled straight to her. He was a leader, she could tell. Also he seemed to be the softest. The slight cooes he made reminded her of the cooes she would never here…Rhaego, her human son had perished…. But her new youngest child she named Rhaegal, and his winged bronze scaled beauty mesmerized her. Imprinted on her, her new children climbed on her and began to coo and sleep like nursing newborns. Power coursed through Dany as she held her new children. She had lost three loves, and been given them in return. In a new form, a form that was magical and free. She was the blood of the dragon. This life was hers! She smiled, as the mix of power collided with affection and she became a mother, a master and a queen once more. [/style][style= width: 188px; height: 100px; background-color: #D1D1D1; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 09px; color: #656565; border-top: #D1D1D1 2px solid; border-bottom: #D1D1D1 2px solid; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; overflow: auto;]Dany smiled kindly at a newly free Dothraki woman who looked a little unsettled. Drogon was on one shoulder, Rhaegal on the other, though he was laying like a cat curled on a window base. Viserion was nested her her hair sleeping so hard he purred. “They are your princes. They will serve you and make your enemies die in fire and blood.” She said softly and the same look of power she herself felt watching them hatch came across the woman’s face. Empowerment, that was what these dragons meant to her people. Jorah spoke up, “Khaleesi, we need to meet this merchant. He is waiting.” Dany nodded, thankful for Jorah and his steady hand. She sometimes still felt like a child, but she knew she was not and could not be. She was a Khaleesi, a mother and soon to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She smirked as she walked, turning the corner by a tent and saw the fat merchants jaw drop. “Praise the Gods there….there are dragons…” Dany’s stomach turned as he smirked. “And the price for one?” Dany’s narrowed her eyes as she raised a hand, Drogon leaping to her wrist and hissing as Viserion growled and Rhaegar lifted his head and snarled, they were very in tune with their mother. Plus sudden motions made them cranky. “Speak of that crime again and I will feed them your tounge.” She said and saw the beads of sweat form on the fat mans face and Jorah fought a chuckle. “I will be Queen of the Seven before long. I am asking you to plegde yourself to my cause. I know you are wealthy. Lend that to me and you will be rewarded. I need to feed my people, rally my forces and purchase weapons and ships.” She said sternly and saw the man shake his head. Men clung to their wealth so hard… “I will burn my enemies to the ground and leave their lands smoldering in ash. Are you my enemy, or my ally? There is no middle.” She stated and smirked as Drogon threw his head back in a small roar, perfectly timed. Would she admit he didn’t like men starring at her? No, she would let this pig think she had full control. Jorah patted her back as the merchant untied his purse.

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