She’d done her duty to her brother, the one who had raised her, teaching her his version of history and fear, by marrying Khal Drogo. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Daenerys dared not defy Viserys, no matter how terrified she was of the Dothraki leader, she was far more afraid of her brother. Dany didn’t even consider herself a broodmare. The Dothraki valued their horses far more than their women, but they showed her a begrudging respect and Ser Jorah was there to help her understand their customs. Slowly she learned the language and how to gain Khal Drogo’s love, easing some of her daily suffering, but the more confident Daenerys grew, the more unhinged her brother became. She tried to help him, to offer him acts of kindness, but he attacked her brutally, forcing Dany to defend herself against him for the first time.
Daenerys felt something twist inside her that day, because despite his cruelty and abuse she loved him – he was her brother, but she couldn’t have known what was yet to come. Watching Viserys die, helpless to stop it, powerless to undo the horrible fate he had brought on himself, had cut something out of her heart. She was alone in the world now. The last Targaryen. Her worth defined by the child in her womb. But little did she know that her trials were not over. The magi poisoned Drogo and killed the life growing within her in the same stroke. Laying on the furs in her tent, her body aching and bleeding, Daenerys had thought her life over while the Dothraki built Khal Drogo’s pyre. She dozed, having another vivid dream and when awoken, she was filled with a fiery determination. Taking her dragon eggs, Dany set them around the pyre, around her dead husband, and signaled for the torches while Ser Jorah tried to talk her out of what she planned, her Knight’s eyes filled with dread.
The fire was roaring with a deathly laughter of its own, stretching for the night sky, when Daenerys slipped past Jorah and stepped into the flickering heat. It lapped at her body, the tatters of her dress fluttering away as she stood by the pyre engulfed in heat though it touched her not. There was only the licking flames and the night sky above, the crackling of wood and then she heard it, like stone shifting on stone, and moments later, the first tiny claw touched her skin. The three baby dragons curled against her body as she lay down to sleep, comforted by the fire and the breathing babies. She awoke in smoke and the last of the flames, rising from the ashes, the dust slipping from her body and the image Daenerys saw before her had her heart skipping a beat. Was she still asleep and having another vision of Rhaegar?
Standing, Daenerys cared not that she was covered only in soot and baby dragons, taking a step closer to the man she’d seen many times in her visions. Irri ran over with the Hrakkar pet, draping it over her shoulders, but Dany only cared for the man kneeling before her. Reaching out, Daenerys fingers skimmed on his cheek. Those eyes. “Rhaegar,” she whispered, her fingers lifting to touch his hair, combing into the soft silver locks so like her own. “If I am still dreaming, I will kill the man who wakes me.”
Behind him, Ser Jorah had risen from where he had knelt with the Dothraki, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he came forward, stopping a few feet away as he watched the interaction. “Khaleesi? You know this man?”
“Know?” Daenerys gave a huffing laugh, her gaze never wavering from her brother. On one shoulder, Drogon chuffed and preened, on the other Rhaegal chirped and stretched his nose toward his namesake. Viserion rested on her arm and nuzzled there. “No, but I have dreamed of him all my life. Rise, my brother.”
They both were in a state of disbelief it seemed, both trying to take over the idea that they weren’t the last ones. That they had a family once again. He leaned into her touches, however light they were and he eyed the knight who seemed too protective over his sister for Rhaears liking and as her dragons made sounds Rhaegar’s eyes focused back on Daenerys spoke and he rose to his feet, noting how much taller he was than her, almost a full foot taller.
“You dreamed of me?” He asked, tilting his head to one side before he took in her appearance and stepped closer to place a hand on her cheek. “You’re real…You’re here. I never thought I’d see any of my family….Is Viserys..” Rhaegar felt tears brimming in his eyes at the thought of what his little brother must have gone through not only with their father but the aftermath of it all. “I want to apologize, I want to be there for him. I-I wasn’t able to be there for him before…Not in any way I could thanks to Father.” Rhaegar told Daenerys as he looked around before he placed his hand on her shoulder bringing her closer to him. “And you. I wasn’t there for you either. But look at you. A Khalessi of a Khalassar, you’ve brought dragons back into this world even” Rhaegar side, a combination of nerves and relief.
“Wait..why were you in the fire? How-How are you still alive?!”
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