Rhaegar had heard word of his brother Viserys Targaryen and his life in Essos, raising his sister all alone as he himself had been brought back from the brink of death by a Red Priestess who had nursed him to full health herself. He’d been told that he had in fact died but he remembered nothing of any kind of after life. There had been breath and life in him and the next, nothing.

He traveled for a while, picking up on trails of his siblings after hearing about how Robert Baratheon seized the throne despite there being a legal and rightful heir to the throne, a child no less one he thought they would have used to their advantage as they had used his father’s illness. Jaime Lannister had killed his own father and while he had been sad to hear it, he knew that even if he himself had claimed the throne his father would have been dealt with in a similar fashion wither by his own hands or not.

Both Elia and Lyanna were dead, their children were dead as well. So much death and heartbreak and he was the cause of all of it. He had found his way to Pentos and came across an Illyrio Mopatis who had taken in his siblings and told him of their whereabouts and what he had heard about them since and once again heartache and guilt found it’s way to fill Rhaegar’s heart.

He traveled for months to get to Pentos and would have to make his way to where she’d last been seen which was Vaes Dothrak and once he did he was able to pick up on a lead to where they might have been, least a very basic understanding as he tried to pick up some of the Dothraki language. He could see a fire ahead of him thats when Rhaegar saw what looked like a funeral pyre and he watched as some Dothraki left and he felt compelled to stay as he heard one of the Dothraki mention Khal Drogo. So this was it! This was his sisters Khalassar, at last!

He found no sight of a woman matching his family apperance until he saw a man who looked to be Westerosi and sure enough he was. This Ser Jorah didn’t seem to like him very much but Rhaegar felt the feeling was mutaul and stated he was a sellsword from Lys looking to join with a great Khalassar and as he was interagated by the knight the fire had died down and in the ashes was a young woman and three baby dragons.

Rhaegar felt his heart stop as he looked at her, she looked so much like their mother that he stumbled close to her eventually falling to his knees looking at her with an expression of bewilderment and awe that she had survived being in the fire. “Daenerys…” He whispered, still shocked that he wasn’t alone in the world, that there was another Targaryen and that maybe there was a chance they could reclaim what was theirs.

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