The sky was blue.

That's what she saw as she ran toward the stream. She was wily enough that the low hanging trees were no obstacle, and she ducked her head in anticipation of them.

Spring had been steadily growing for a year now, and summer was nearly born. She was almost two, though she ran with the agility of an older child.

It was occasionally challenging for her parents to keep up with her, so they seldom let her run unattended.

But today they were allowing it, and she didn't know why, nor did she care. She was running…

The princess Rhaella Johanna Targaryen Lannister looked exactly like her mother, with curlier white blonde hair and a deeper voice, like her father.

She was adored by everyone who met her.

And Westeros was at peace.

She had heard that she had been the key to lasting peace. She didn't think much of that. Keys were made to open locked things.

Down she went to the brook lapping the stones in the water. She made it there, and slowly began to walk along the slick rocks, careful not to fall…

The sun was bright that day, but as she walked along, the foliage became deeper, and she had to squint to see where she was going. A very small opening along the bank presented itself, and the child bent her head to see inside. No one larger than she could have ever spied the hollow.

There was nothing save some very damp leaves, so she began to tug at them to clear them and see better, and perhaps make herself a crown with them.

After a few minutes, Rhaella found that the leaves were twined around something…she pulled harder, and the vines gave…

Harder still, and she pulled them off, falling back into the water.

Rhaella was delighted, and thought that she had enough leaves to make her and her mommy a crown!

But then, something caught her eye.

There was a glint of gold inside the hollow…she wondered at it, then crawled over.

Rhaella reached inside, and felt a smooth surface, cool, and round…she put the leaves down and reached in for the thing.

And when she pulled it out, she discovered that it was an egg.

Golden, purple, and rosy red colors were painted on it, and she fell instantly in love.

Rhaella forgot all about the crown and held her egg, nearly half her size, brought it up the bank.

She clambered up the hill to where her parents, the King and the Queen sat, picnicking in the warm sun.

She was thrilled, and knew that they would be, too.

"Mommy! Daddy!" she called.

Her mother turned and smiled at her, "What is it Rhaella?" there was a pause. "What have you got there?" and she stood.

"A dragon egg!"

A/N: So that's it! Thank you all for reading, following, commenting, etc.

I will now work on "The Lock," a Jonsa companion piece to this. It probably won't be as long, and likely much more dark and angsty.
This was so much fun! I hope to read more Tyrion x Dany stories...there are precious few (this might be the only one, I dunno). Maybe I'll do another one soonish...they are a lot of fun!