A little plot bunny I have had running around my head for ages now. This story will be slightly AU with major characters meeting and changing the course of history. I hope you'll all stick around to see what this could become! Reviews are much appreciated and any inconsistencies with canon are my fault entirely.

He sat outside the chambers with the heir to the throne next to him. Ser Willem Darry, the last loyal member of the Kingsguard, listened as the queen's screams rattled through the halls. The storm outside was ferocious and the knight could barely fathom the idea that the thunder that roared was softer than the cries of Her Grace. The boy next to him fidgeted with his fingers, turning over and over one of his father's rings. The news from King's Landing had come swiftly on the words of the Spider: the Usurper was planning a siege on Dragonstone. If the old knight hadn't known any better, he would have thought that this news was what sent Rhaella Targaryen into labor. But now, he sits with Viserys, for the birthing chamber was not for a man.

"I hope it's a girl," The knight heard Viserys whisper to himself, "Mother always wanted a girl."

Darry smiled softly, perhaps the boy could be saved from his family's madness. He remembered the old saying of how with every Targaryen a coin is flipped. It was obvious that Aerys' coin had landed on the wrong side while Rhaella's on the right. Rhaegar however? It was said to be poor to speak ill of the dead, but the knight couldn't help but truly believe that Rhaegar's coin had still been spinning when he had reached manhood, a coin refusing to land. He would have been a great king, but for what he did with the Stark girl? Nay, that was the very madness that would have lead the kingdom to ruin. Viserys, the young boy that he was, was prone to fits of rage especially after Aerys had attempted to take him under his wing. With a strong hand and a king heart, the boy could be trained to be something great. Perhaps even a better king than Rhaegar would ever have been.

"Would you not wish a brother, your grace?" the knight questioned, fearing the answer he might receive. But Viserys shook his head, "No, mother deserves to be happy." Darry would have let the matter lie except for the next thing that came out of the young boy's mouth, said in nothing but a whisper. "I heard the servants talking, about how father used to treat mother. H-How could someone be so cruel? They couldn't have been telling the truth, could they Ser Willem?" The old knight narrowed his eyes at the ground, his hands folding into one another as he tried to formulate a valid response.

"You being quiet tells me all I need to know then."

"Perhaps it would be a conversation for you and your mother, your grace. It is not of the Kingsguard to speak ill of the king."

"But I am your king now, aren't I?" the boy questioned, "Mother crowned me herself, you were there! I am the king, not that man that killed Rhaegar."

The boy was smart, he'd give him that. "My apologies, your grace, for it-"

Cries of a babe filled the corridor before Willem Darry finished his sentence. He shot up, his hand instinctively grasping his hilt. A new Targaryen had been born to the world.

"Your grace, please!" The maester cried, "It is not safe for you to hold the child."

"That is my child, maester, and you will let me hold her."

Rhaella could feel herself getting weaker and weaker by each passing breath. No, she couldn't die, she couldn't leave her children in the world. A Targaryen alone in the world was a terrible thing. Oh Viserys, he was still so young, so malleable. If placed in the wrong hands, she could see the boy turning out to be just like his father. Aerys, she had tried to love him once, back when he had great ideas that never came to fruition. But like those very ideas she couldn't bear to look at him any longer than she had to. Their children, born of rape, she despised the man and would until her very last day. Her brother, her husband, her king. Could the same be said of Viserys and this newborn girl? The maester finally gave into Rhaella's demands and placed the babe in her arms. The queen choked back a sob as she was reminded of Shaena, their first daughter whom had been born stillborn. She would have been Rhaegar's bride no doubt, even with the age difference. Eight years, the same as between Viserys and her new child.

Pain ripped through the queen and she let out another scream, the child in her arms crying as well. The maester took the child and yelled orders at his assistants, the room was turning dark.

No, you cannot die.

Many women died in childbirth, her own dear friend Joanna Lannister had died in childbirth, but she was determined not to be one of them. Rhaella felt the Stranger's cold hands grasp around her neck, pulling her down; but Rhaella was a dragon, and she would defeat a god if she must. The Targaryens were worshiped as gods once, if she remembered the stories correctly, and if they were worshiped as the Seven were then she could defeat him. With all her strength, Rhaella kept her eyes open and focused on the new babe. She willed herself to live, and after what seemed hours to fighting and stress the maester sighed in relief.

"Your grace," he mustered through his own sweat and short breath, "it's a miracle, the bleeding has subsided, you should live."

The queen laughed, she could kiss the maester if she truly wanted to. Her eyes slowly shut in relief, ready to sleep. But she knew that this exile would be short lived, they had to act. But for now, sleep would be the first thing on her agenda.

Viserys was growing ever impatient as his mother refused to let him in. The maester had brought Ser Willem aside and explained everything in gruesome detail. It was one of the many times in his life that the Kingsguard was thankful he was not a maester.

"What if it's a boy? What if she wants him to be king instead of me!?"

Paranoia, no, it must not happen.

"Your grace, your mother is very weak right now. She almost didn't survive the birth. I am sure her grace does not wish for you to see what a mess it is in there. Surely, I don't. This seemed to satisfy the prince for a few moments until he saw yet another servant walk into the room and bar the door behind them. The knight rolled his eyes at the boy who started to fume once more, and instead of scolding him like a father would he pressed his hand on his shoulder.

"You're worried for your mother, that is an admirable trait, your grace. Always keep that in mind, especially when you take the throne."

The young prince smiled up at the knight, "Thank you Ser Willem, I'll remember your words often."

Gah, it hurt the man's heart hearing the boy try to sound wiser than his years. Perhaps the death of his father would be a good thing for the lad. It was good for the kingdom; however, the succession was not what it needed to be. Robert Baratheon, bah, the usurper would one day find himself trapped with the traitorous Lannisters with nothing but a cry for help. He would gladly become a kingslayer just to put Viserys back on the throne.

Finally, after what seemed like ages the door creaked open and the maester bowed his head.

"Your grace, Ser Willem, the queen would like to see you both."

Viserys all but bounded into the room to see his mother, Ser Willem however followed at a more respectful pace and distance. A smile was brought to his face when the queen hugged her now eldest child and wiped away his tears. Should he be intruding on this moment? Nay, she had requested him here as well.

"I thought I was going to lose you." Viserys whispered to his mother through the tears, but Rhaella ran her fingers through his long silver-blonde locks and hummed softly. A wetnurse carried the new child and handed it to Rhaella.

"Viserys my sweet, I wish for you to meet your sister."

A smile broke out on Viserys' face, a girl! While it was now only Viserys who would be able to further the Targaryen name, at least there was another heir to the throne should something happen to him. "What is her name?" the knight asked, knowing he was intruding on a tender moment.

"Daenerys, her name is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen."

Ser Willem stood guard outside the chambers holding the Targaryen family just as he did every night, but this night was different. He could hear the terrifying storm outside, he could see the damage done. The fleet was destroyed save for two ships, and in his mind the knight knew that this would be the perfect opportunity for the usurper to strike. But after Rhaella's rocky childbirth could she be moved? Robert Baratheon would no doubt kill her and the children, but moving her too soon might also be the end of the queen.

As his thoughts lingered on the queen it was to his surprise that the woman opened the door and was standing next to him; clearly disobeying the maester's orders to stay in bed and immobile.

"Your grace, surely the maester-"

"The maester can scold me like a child on the morrow, we must discuss our plan here Ser Willem."

The knight kneeled before her, "I am yours to command."

"Enough of that, Ser, I have the utmost trust in you." The queen motioned for him to stand and the knight did so. "I see the damage to the fleet, we have barely any ships, and Baratheon will no doubt be on our doorstep within a moon's turn. I ask for your council, what should we do?"

Darry thought for a moment and looked to the seas, as rough as they were they could risk a voyage.

"I say we flee, Pentos would treat you and the children fine. The Spider has connections there, he would make sure you were safe."

"I do not wish to be safe, Ser Willem," the queen replied, "I wish to grant my son his throne back."

The knight's eyes narrowed, "You already have a plan then, your grace?"

Rhaella nodded, "It is a fool's notion, and I could be placing the lives of my children in more risk than they are in if we stay here. I will not flee to Pentos like a coward, but I will stay in Westeros and fight for what is ours, for what is Viserys'."

"Stay in Westeros?!" The knight gapped at the suggestion, "Your grace will all due respect that is madness!"

The Targaryen queen chuckled softly as the flash of lightning crossed her face, "I am a Targaryen, Ser Willem, shouldn't I be mad in a time like this?"

"Where will you go? The Tyrells will not harbor you and neither will the Velaryons. They all swore their oaths to the Usurper, the Targaryens are not welcome in their own country."

Rhaella sighed and leaned against the wall, feeling sleep cross across her eyes. She knew that this was risky, hell it was almost suicide, but she had to try. If there was a small chance that she could reclaim their throne for her son it would have to be this. She would be throwing her children to the mercy of a wolf.

"If my sources are correct, Robert Baratheon has alienated himself from and has lost his most trusted ally. We'll need someone just and honorable to win our cause. When the maester gives the okay, Ser Willem, we sail North."

This had to work, for the sake of the children, for the sake of Westeros.