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This story is inspired by Emergence of the Dragon by Deus Swiftblade.

Chapter One

[Location: Maegor's Hold, Red keep]

"So my bastard granddaughter... How goes the Red Keep?" An old man rasped out from old prison cell. Looking at his face you could never tell that he's once the Mad Monarch whose attire at Harrenhal repulsed anyone who looked at him. His hair, long and unkempt was cut at shoulder length and was tied in low ponytail at the nape of his neck. His face was clean shaven and nails which were long like talons were cut carefully. His face was gaunt, once moon-light pale skin turned chalk pale shade due to inexposure to sunlight. But the scabs which covered his skin and the horrible odour were absent and he resembled the promising king he used to be in his youth. This is Aerys of the House Targaryen, the Second of His Name, deposed King of the Andals and the First Men commonly known as 'The Mad King'.

"My deposed mad Gramps. The same as always," the said bastard granddaughter replied, "The knights in the yard train and dream of glory. The ladies sew and dream of love. And the court plays their game."

"How dare you insult me you little bitch? I am the ruler of Seven Kingdoms and I am of higher standing than you?" He rasped out eyes shining in rage.

The girl folded her hands and simply cocked an eyebrow. "And you are a deposed King who was overthrown by his own son and only reason you're alive is because he didn't wish to commit an act of kinslaying. I am the daughter of a foolish woman who if just have upped and ran away when she's betrothed to an oaf instead of looking for her Knight in shining armour. I was one of the reasons why the entire realm went to war. And I am now just a bastard. Between two of us I really don't think you have higher standing than me grandfather." She replied her eyes resembling molten steel, the eyes of House of Stark.

"Bastard Child."

"Pyromaniac"

"Underfoot."

"Paranoid craven."

"Nameless wolf "

"Deposed King."

The insults went to and fro for few minutes till Aerys, red in face, decided to take a breather. He then looked solemnly at the girl for few seconds and started laughing heartily. The girl in question grinned mischievously "Such a sorry pair we are, gramps. The King who lost everything due to his idiocy and madness and a child who wanted the love of the said Mad King."

"I wish I could turn back time and be a good ruler instead of the madman I was child...but if that's the case I may never see you again. " He said smiling softly. "Thank you for bringing me back from the madness child. By the way nearly forgot. Happy ninth name-day to you."

The girl bowed her her slightly bangs covering her face. She muttered something under her breath. When her head's raised Aerys saw something suspiciously like tears in her eyes but didn't say anything.

"So gramps, did ya break your fast yet?" She asked with concern. "Or did they forgot to bring your food?"

"I have, my child." He replied kindly. "Now what gifts have you received for your name-day? What presents did Rhaeager gave you?"

"Well... As I am a bastard, he didn't do anything extravagant like throwing a tourney or something. But he bought me a harp and a teacher to teach me how to play it. Believe it." She smiled excitedly. "And he commissioned a seamstress for this beautiful dress." Twirling around she showed off a beautiful robin blue Pentoisi slit-knee dress. "How do I look gramps?" She asked cheerfully.

"You look beautiful child." He smiled kindly. "So... how are my children, Deanerys and Viserys? Did they get you anything?"

"They are fine gramps. Deanerys bought me this hair-pin." She showed a beautiful hair pin shaped like a butterfly with multi colour gems embedded into it's wings along with a simple heart shaped ruby necklace "and this necklace was given to me by Grandma Rhaella. Viserys bought me a Dornish Sand steed. It was very beautiful pearl white horse. Believe it. Aegon gave me this beautiful sword and Rhaenys gave me a book. Visenya was too young. Her Grace didn't bother"

"And yet no one bothered to give you another name, I guess." He replied dryly.

"Grandpa, you do know I have a name. Believe it." She tried to smile but it came as a grimace.

"Correction kid. You had a name." He replied. "Visenya Targaryen was your name. It is given to your younger sister when she's miraculously born. Born after Pycelle said that that your step-mother would never bear another child. Now you are no-name Waters. At least I wish my son has decency to give you another name."

The girl stood calmly without saying anything. "I have nothing to give you child but would you suffer your foolish grandfather giving you a name?"

She nodded silently with tears slipping down her beautiful face. "I wish I could call you Joanna but I think that old coot Tywin would take insult to it. Besides I have another name for you. Aella...Aella Waters. I wish I could but cannot legitimise you as I am no longer a King. Your name means maelstrom in High Valyrian. Did you like it?"

"Love it Grandfather. I love it" she said smiling even with tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Just because you don't bear the name of Targaryen, it doesn't mean you aren't one, child. You are a child with ice in her veins and with body of fire. A song of Ice and Fire. A Targaryen and a Stark"

"Thank you Grandfather, thank you." Taking out a book. "Hey Grandpa, do you want me to continue the story I've written? I have been working on this since the past fortnight I've told you the story. Do you want to hear the rest?"

"It would be my pleasure, my favourite grandchild." He said sitting down on the raised stone bench adjusting his chains.

"You do remember the names of the team formed right. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura if you don't and the sensei i.e teacher is Kakashi. Last time I've told you till the mission at a place called Nami. Now it's time to tell about exam for advancement in their ran..."

Two hours later, the girl walked back to her room and saw her usual guard not present and the room was unlocked.

Shrugging to herself, she dropped the illusion over her revealing a beautiful dress which was little larger than her small body. If anyone looked closely, they'd have seen few frayed areas. Her intrinsic hairdo disappeared letting her beautiful raven black hair fall down in messy curls framing her heart shaped face. All the jewellery has disappeared.

Entering the room, she saw food placed in a tray. Her breakfast, it seems. Few boiled eggs, bread, sausages and a blood orange.

'I miss ramen.' she thought wistfully. After few bites, she heard loud footsteps as a very old knight wearing a white cloak over his gleaming steel armour rushed in.

"Princess... Where have you been?" He asked slightly frazzled. "I have bought food to break your fast an hour ago and you are not present. I have have the servants bring you fresh food, my lady."

"Nah..." she waved him off. "Food should never be wasted Ser Selmy and as for where I am you do know where I am. After all it took you few minutes to reach me."

"Pardon me, my lady." He replied tersely. "I don't know what you are saying."

The princess looked at him with amusement in her grey eyes. His face was passive, his blue eyes looking straight into her molten grey ones without any fear. "Call me by my name Ser Selmy." She ordered.

"Princess Visen..."

The girl raised her hand as if ordering him to stop. "Nah...not my sister's name Ser Selmy. My name."

"Lady Aella Waters." An other voice replied calmly. This knight was far younger than first one with beautiful jade green eyes, golden blond hair, high cheekbones and square jaw without any hint of stubble. He wore the same white cloak but with gleaming golden armour.

"Ser Lannister." The girl curtsied perfectly with a smirk as she looked at both of them knowingly

"How long did you know we were following you my lady?" Barristan Selmy asked the pint sized girl who's nibbling on the sausages.

"Please sit down." She requested.

"Lady Aella, I must protest. You are of nobl..." "It's against the rules for a knight to sit..." Barristan Selmy and Jaime Lannister both tried to protest but the girl raised her hand to stop.

"Please sit down, sers." This time her bell like voice has steel underneath the request. Both of them didn't dare to protest and sat down calmly.

She rang a bell and a servant girl came running inside. Paying no attention to the girl, she ordered "Can you bring some refreshments along with some Arbor Gold." The servant girl looked at both the Knights but Aella looked both of them in eye daring them to disagree with her. They didn't.

The next few minutes were spent in awkward silence till the servant girl came in with the ordered items. Drinking a cup of Arbor Gold, Jaime asked calmly.

"How did you know that we're following you, my lady? And since when did you know?"

The girl looked amused. "As for how... you don't need to know. As for when I knew...you have been following me since the very first time. A day after my seventh name-day. I always know when someone is following me."

"Lady Aella that's not possi.."

"You Ser Barristan reached in time to see my grandfather and I laughing like a pair of drunken idiots calling ourselves a sorry pair. You Ser Jaime came when I was describing the supposed gifts given to me by my family. You both hid yourselves in an old room where the skull of dragon, Vhagar ridden by Her Grace Visenya Targaryen, sister wife to His Grace Aegon Targaryen first of his name, the King of Andals and First man."

Both of them looked at each other in shock. "Am I wrong, sers?" She smirked. The shook their heads slowly.

"For everything you've done for me I thank you sers. I know you can tattle on my escapdes on anytime to gain favour for your family from the Queen or tell the truth to king as for your duty demands but..." She bowed down to both of them "you've protected me all this time. You Ser Barristan acting as if you're escorting me and Ser Jaime looking out for me. You have my gratitude."

"My lady. We are just doing our..." "Your job doesn't include slipping me food when Her Grace locked me up as punishment for days without dinner or supper." She said passionately.

"Your job doesn't include secretly joining me in taverns where I sing for drunken idiots. Your job may include protecting me from molesters but not tipping me gold dragons with your hoods on. Your job doesn't include secretly paying more than half of the money for weapons I commissioned or paying the blacksmith in silver stags to tell me the reduced price. Everything I own except for the clothes, hand-me-downs of Rhaenys by the way, I wore is your money. Don't you dare deny that.

You don't need to suffer with Sam as your squire just because to keep me happy. And for placing the books I loved in place where even with my small stature can reach. The tips you've slipped in so that I can improve my swordplay. Thank you for everything." She stood up and hugged both the sitting men. She returned back to her place and if both of them saw few drops of water on their armour they never said anything.

"I never knew how to thank you. If the Seven grants me a boon I'll wish that you are my father, Ser Jaime and you are my grandfather, Ser Barristan. But alas the Gods are cruel and I will never have my wish" She smiled sadly. "Thank you for loving me when no one ever did."

The two men looked slightly uncomfortable. "If I have a daughter as beautiful as you my princess, I won't look forward to chasing away the suitors for your hand. Even with Ser Selmy, entirety of Golden Cloaks and sell swords I could buy with the entire fortune of Lannisters it would be too less."

The smile she gave was positively angelic. It lit her eyes revealing tinted lavender in them and her face was glowing giving hint of the beauty she'll be when she's grown up. Barristan looked at the younger knight with gratitude.

"I know now King Aerys is no longer mad. But when he met you I knew that he's clearly mad. He cursed you and spit on you I remember it clearly but why did you chase after a madman?"

"Because he's family, Ser Jaime. I know he's mad. I knew he was mad but just as I tried with my family I tried my very best with him. For more than year and half I resigned myself to be lonely. Always scared when you'll tell the King about my escapdes. Yet it seemed that my perseverance won out in the end." She grinned. "Wish my family too will love me though."

Both of them grimaced slightly. The girl loved...oh did she love the royal family as much as her heart can. It's no small thing according to Jaime. For all gold in the world, all riches, all luxuries everything combined couldn't match the heart the girl has. He was sure that even his mother couldn't love the way the girl does.

And what she got in return. Nothing but scorn at worst and indifference at best. The ancient Valyrian word Jorrāelan if he remembered right was purest expression of love according to his younger brother. The royal family has it and they rejected it with callousness.

It began after the birth of the third Princess, Visenya Targaryen. Initially she was not named till two and half years and it led to speculations in King's Landing. The North nearly rebelled when the King took away the name of Aella and gave it to his younger daughter. Jaime was the one who held the girl when she bawled her eyes out but not a sound escaping her mouth.

Even before that she loved them trying to get close to her older half siblings and her step mother. Elia Targaryen and Rhaella Targaryen rebuffed any form of love from the girl and hated her plainly. Yet she sang lullabies to Little Deanerys who's few moons younger than her when she had trouble sleeping, cleaned her siblings' and uncle's wounds when they got hurt, played with them and loved them. Rhaeager actually used to love her in those times.

When the princess is four name-days old, Elia became pregnant. When she delivered a baby girl, the King was shocked and gradually distanced himself from the little child. Initially she was confused and hurt but loved him nonetheless. When she's six and half name-days he was completely indifferent towards her and stripped her of her name. The hurt in then named bastard gripped his heart strings and he made himself her guardian. He never knew why but the girl reminded him of his mother.

The little Princess instead of becoming sullen held her head up proudly without letting any comments or japes get to her. The words 'Unbowed, Unbroken and Unbent.' was given a new meaning for this child. "She wore her bastard status as an armour." Tyrion once said in awe. "There's no person in this world that could break her spirit. The man who married her will be happiest man in this world. She is the real Princess and by her I now understood how to deal with idiots."

Initially Tyrion and her formed an odd friendship of sorts. But her best friend and confidant is Mya Stone, the natural-born daughter of Robert Baratheon. It became slightly strained according to Tyrion an year ago. She gained an other friend in Samwell Tarly. He's a craven but he let him as his squire just to see her happy. A crofter's daughter, Tysha if he remembered correctly, who was disgraced after her marriage became her handmaid. Funny he never saw Tyrion and Tysha meet each other. They'd be perfect for each other.

She was an adventurous girl and found Aerys after her seventh birthday. Both he and Selmy panicked and nearly tore apart the castle searching for her. They found her near the cell of The Mad King. Even though they helped her in many things despite their vows, they cannot advice her on anything. They just have to protect her. So they stood faraway as guard and watched a miracle.

The Mad King became sane in front of their eyes. Like a eagle he re-emerged into a promising king he used to be. They felt warmth in their hearts and later recognised it as pride. 'Just for this girl I will suffer anything in this world.' were their thoughts that night an year and half ago.

Her siblings and her blood might reject her but she's the one who ran first tending to their wounds when they got injured while sparring. Even when they threw hurtful words, she just smiled and loved them. Even when she felt hatred from her stepmother and grandmother, she was the one who treated them with care when they're sick and helped their children when they are away with their duties.

Jaime used to wonder if he had child with Cersei, would it be even one tenth the human this girl was.

This day was the first time he felt proud of himself as human. Looking at the glowing face of See Barristan, he knew he felt the same. She wanted him, out of all people in King's Landing, as her father. If that's not a honour worth everything in the world, he never knew what was.

"But why do you present His Grace and her Grace in such a nice manner? You can tell him the truth right?" Ser Barristan asked. "I mean, they just left you here for Dorne. Some shi... stupid reason of having a diplomatic mission with no one to even wish you. They did send a few gifts though. I bought it to your room along with your food and left it here." Barristan took out a wrapped up package. It revealed a beautiful bastard sword of excellent craftsmanship. While it's not Valyrian steel, it's really beautiful. And Ser Jaime bought out a Weir-wood bow. On it the names of King Rhaeager and Prince Viserys were written.

"Thanks again Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime."

"Well..." She drawled out. "all that remains for my grandfather is just the memories of family. And I really don't want to taint the memory of his loving son and wife. He'd immediately know if I praised Her Grace too. So simply told him how she treats me."

All three of them sat silently for few moments. "I wonder if his grace King Aerys have gone blind, my lady." Jaime asked her "I mean you've not worn any jewellery and your dress is at least three years old. How didn't he see that?"

Barristan, when he thought about it , too felt it was peculiar. The princess smiled for a moment and slight smoke enveloped her small form. When it cleared they're stunned.

"Magic returned to the Targaryen's blood through me Sers." She smiled nervously. "And you are the first people to see that."

Both of them are gobsmacked and looked at her in surprise. "I s-swear on my life that I never m-misused i-it. I just used it to escape from here and to make my grandfather happy." She rambled. "I-I never h-hurt anyone and.." before she could say anything both of them hugged her.

"We know you better than anyone in this world, little wolf. We could never hate you if you are thinking of that." Barristan spoke gently as Jaime nodded in agreement.

A few hours later they left the room for dinner. Before closing the door "See Jaime and Ser Selmy, next time you decided to give me gifts in name of my father choose a better scribe. This one's penmanship was atrocious. But thanks for trying to cheer me anyway." She then grinned mischievously and closed the door leaving both men to stare at each other in shock.

I know I have to concentrate on my old stories but on reading Emergence of the Dragon by Deus Swiftblade, I cannot get this idea out of my mind. I will update my stories soon. And as usual Read and Review.