“As I would worry for you, brother,” Dany replied, enjoying the soft brush of his hand on her back. “But the frightened girl you knew died on the Dothraki Sea. The Unsullied have been mine for two years. In Essos, they are withoutpeer. Each is worth five Westerosi soldiers and for every soldier, there are nine farmers pulled from their fields to defend their bannerlords. Five thousand is twice more than she needs, but I can spare them for now,” Daenerys explained patiently. Her brother had no experience leading an army, but she had done so successfully across Essos for two years, as easily from horseback as dragon. By asking Viserys to sit in on the meeting, she was giving him a chance to learn and perhaps, to see if he could follow her lead.
“You must trust me in this, Viserys. I will not sit back while my people are fighting for me and I know I can remove Euron before our fleet can be threatened, so I will,” she told him in a light tone. The Unsullied were specialists and she had plans for the remaining Unsullied to lead the siege of King’s Landing, though this Dany did not tell him. “I have not forgotten that it was you who taught me of this land, but their way is not myway,” Dany added as he rose from the bed first. She drew on her robe and rose, making no response about the evening. Once Viserys left her chambers, servants brought hot water for her bath and she washed the evidence of their mating from her body before dressing in her Dothraki leathers. Her hair was braided with tiny, silver bells and Daenerys had a brief word with Missandei before going out to Drogon.
The flight over the sea was a quiet one until the fleet was spotted, then she urged Drogon down with Rhaegal following. The dragons split off and came at the fleet from both sides, weaving around one another and ships were already turning to ash when the first flurry of arrows rose from the others. The smoke and flames obscured her vision and the first sting of pain on her left arm came out of nowhere. Drogon soared above the smoke and Dany saw the tear in her leather tunic with the cut beneath while her dragon roared furiously. Below, she saw a man, a big man wearing a crown, standing boldly on the bow of his ship with a longbow in hand. Euron. Rhaegal was banking, all but three ships now aflame, when another arrow whippedpast her head and she understood, he was listening for her bells. Shouting, Dany and Drogon dove right for the man, who took aim again fearlessly. The loosened arrow hit her in the shoulder and then Euron was gone in a cut off scream and a bath of dragonfire.
‘Home,’ Daenerys thought, her grip on Drogon’s spikes tight as he banked hard with Rhaegal close beside. The island was barely in sight when Viserion came out to ‘greet’ them and she was surprised to see her brother on his dragon. She hadn’t had much time to teach Viserys what she knew about dragonflight, but right now, Drogon was racing back to the island. He came down hard and his massive muzzle swept back with low chuffs as Daenerys climbed gingerly down his wing unaware of any discord between Viserion and her brother. She heard his joke before turning, her face slightly paler than normal with the fleck end of the arrow sticking out of her left shoulder, and the leather of her tunic was darker around the spot. “Drogon ate them all,” Dany teased weakly reaching out to her brother as her step faltered. “Vis, I think… Maester.”
He hadn’t noticed her wound at first and he cursed himself for not doing so as he heard her words and catching her before she stumbled any further and he scooped her up in his arms and rushed as fast as he could inside the keep yelling for the maester and brought her where he was directed to by the older man and refused to leave his sister’s side.
The maester eventually giving up and he saw her advisors looking on in worry and the moment purple hued eyes spotted one of them entering the room and he lashed out like a wild dog protective over a kill, teeth bared and eyes wild.
“Get. Out. All. Of. You.”
Viserys stood up as the smaller of her advisors Tyrion stepped forward. The courageous fool he was and Viserys nearly went into attack mode before he heard Dany’s faint mummers and he stopped short, the Lannister trying to speak sense into which would only sink in later after Dany was taken care of by the maester. “You idiot. Going out there alone…you may not be the same girl in Pentos but that doesn’t mean your not invincible.” He huffed, burying his hands in his face and than wiped away the tears, smoothing his hair back as the Maester spoke to him about her condition and he went out of the room, where everyone had been waiting in the hallway.
“She’s going to be fine but she’ll need rest and she may be in and out of it….you can go see her… I’m so-” Tyrion cut him off as he noted how Viserys was mainly looking at him as he apologized “Don’t worry, I’ve had worse in my life. You’re fine.” Viserys gave a nod and went to their smith though he didn’t know how well he did at working on armour he still asked for him to make his sister for armour that would fit her style and to get in touch with milissandi as she’d know her style and size better, but left instructions for it to be left on her bed when completed in the coming days.
Eventually he made his way back to Dany after checking on Drogon and Rhaegal, Drogon more so had been harder to do so with but he managed it with more fuss than he thought for. The dragons seemed fine, nothing life threatening at least. Everything seemed to blur together and he had no idea what had happened at what exact moment but he did remember the moment Daenerys’s eyes opened up again and he gave her the brightest and biggest smile since they had been children. “You heard the maester right? You are grounded for at least two days. More if I and anyone else has any say. Olenna suggested a week.” He informed her sternly. “You leave me to do the fighting alright?” He kissed her hand, relieved she was alive.
“Viserys, do you like the dress Mommy made for me?” the young princess asked her brother excitedly. The siblings and their mother had reached Dorne from Dragonstone and Daenerys had never seen a more beautiful place in her life.
Viserys looked at the incoming blur that was Daenerys as he tried not to jump having not expected her to come up to him so excited. “Are you sure you didn’t make it? Mom can do way better. You shouldn’t be allowed to hold a needle” He told her as he turned his attention to the Dornish landscape. It had been a long trip from Dragonstone and Viserys was afraid that every day his mother and their own lives would be taken from them despite his mothers reassurance that everything would be okay once they were able to reach Dorne. “We’re to meet with the Dornish Prince’s and Princess’s don’t you have anything better to wear?”
She had been raised by Viserys to acknowledge him as her rightful King and as she had gotten older, her brother had talked obsessively about how Targaryen’s had to keep their blood pure and that was why they took siblings to wed. Daenerys had not been stupid, fearing the day when his fists were not going to be the only part of her brother she had to endure. She had only been spared that by Magister Illyrio’s wise choice to post guards outside her door on the eve of her ‘wedding’ (sale) to Khal Drogo. It might surprise her guest to know that she had spent so much of her childhood on the streets. There had been no generous family to raise her as their own.
“The Usurper would never have been given the chance to murder my brother had not my father broken so poorly with his Lords. I was raised by my brother, my poor deluded brother, but I am not he. I know the ills our father perpetrated. The throne is my right because I intend to take it,” Daenerys explained as they walked through the corridor and down the steps to the ground outside. Viserion and Rhaegal were sunning themselves on the rocks. Drogon was closer but he roused and began approaching. “He is. They all are,” she replies with a low smile. Drogon stopped, his molten red gaze narrowing at Dany’s companion and he loosened a near-deafening roar.
It’s not her massive black dragon, however, that she was watching, having noted the verdant green was awake and coming up behind Drogon. Where the black and red dragon had stopped, the green and bronze continued forward, pausing before Daenerys. He and Viserion are not quite as big as Drogon, but they are still fearsomely massive. To her great shock, Rhaegal took another step forward, chuffing at her companion, at first it is a low chuff and then the green roared. “Do not move,” Daenerys exclaimed loudly, but she need not have. This Aegon had not lowered his hand and the green moved just close enough to press his nose to it. She turned to Aegon with wide eyes and parted lips. “You… you’re… you’re my nephew,” Daenerys stammered, tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
Aegon’s eyes raised to meet the green dragons as it ventured fourth sliding past it’s brother to nudge the man’s hand with it’s nose. Aegon pressed his hand to the dragons scales memorized by the feeling, knowing he had felt this similar scaley texture before and gave a smile.
“Yes, yes I am Daenerys.” Aegon spoke, noticing how her eyes welled up. “This is Rhaegal correct?” He asked as he patted the dragons maw, testing how much further the dragon would allow him to touch. “Are…are you going to be okay?” He asked looking over at the woman. Unsure if he should offer her some sort of comfort and took note of her already striking features being played up even more by the sinking sun.
“So, will you have your Nephew at your side?” He asked as he dropped his hand from the dragon only to extend it outwards to Daenerys. Truth be told he was just as emotional about being accepted for who he was and he couldn’t help but give a nervous and excited laugh.
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