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?!”
Daenerys grunted and pushed her brother’s hand away with a glare. “Don’t touch my hair. You’re going to mess it up,” she said stubbornly. “You don’t know how to braid hair. You’ll make it look bad. Mommy is going to do it because she actually knows what she’s doing and thinks my clothes are pretty. Unlike you.”
Viserys huffed, offended by his sisters words. “Fine. But you know if mother wasn’t here I’d have to do everything shes doing for you.” He didn’t think his braiding skills was that bad and he was still learning how to do more complex braids. “Be that way Daenerys.” He turned to leave, going to do some slight exploring before he returned to where their mother was at.
“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”
Robb needed all the men he could get. The army shrank withe very battle despite the fact he kept winning.
He couldn’t be… It wasn’t possible. “Get out.” Catelyn dismissed the guards when he man moved aside his cloak. The Northern lords had lost enough to that family without this revelation. The Starks had lost the most- Rickard and Brandon- but there wasn’t a family who’d not lost someone in Robert’s Rebellion.
“Rhaegar.” the word fell from her lips unwillingly.
No other man in the Seven Kingdom’s had a breast plate like that. “You’re dead. Robert killed you on the Trident.”
“I thought so too. But after a red priest brought me back…Giving me what they call the ‘last kiss’” He told Catelyn honestly as soon as the guards left them alone.
“I was dead and now i’m alive and the world has moved on and I haven’t…” Rhaegar knew he must have sounded mad and he was still surprised that she believed him to be honest. He stayed his place, un moving as to not make the Lady angry or anything. “Lady Stark. Shall we sit?” He didn’t want her to faint or anything that was for certain. “I know this is a lot to take in. I didn’t believe I was alive for the first few months.”
“No! I don’t have to do anythin’ I don’t want to. This place is stupid. I don’t want to live here anymore!”
“You-” Jory groaned getting irritated already by the boys behavior. “You are ward under Lord Eddard Stark and let me tell you something Theon” Jory got on the boys level deciding being brutally honest was better than not “You are better off here. You could have been killed had you been older, like your brothers. Dead. You have it better than some Wards in your situation, Lord Eddard is kind to you.”
Jory stood up, putting the training sword in Theons hand “Maybe if you learn how to use a sword you’ll find yourself alive unlike your brothers.”
My dumbass a few days ago: let’s make more muses and threads even tho i have like 8 drafts and school coming up
Yeah. Sounds great!
Me now: Fuck my life
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.
“In the privacy of just us, yes. But, I suppose I should look presentable if i’m too leave this room” Rhaegar gave a soft sigh as his mind was soon filled with thoughts he knew he would have to act on sooner than later. “Lyanna, you should write to your family” Rhaegar knew they had left abruptly, he was sure there must have been rumors going about already about the two of them. He just hoped that there was enough time to get things set in motion, namely getting rid of his father on the throne.
“Let them know that you are safe and well and I shall write to Tywin Lannister if it’s not too late to gain his support” He kissed her cheek and smiled lovingly at her, embracing her for a moment wishing they could just live out their days here but he also knew the longer his father sat on the throne and went further into madness the worse it would be for everyone.
Rhaegar has taken over as the top muse today so replies will be from him mostly unless any of the other muses are really feeling it
Goldnwulf 