The Golden Dragon

She hears whispers of a young wolf, a late promising king of the north who was betrayed ... Matter of heart.

And the whispers sound familiar, settle deep in her heart.

She thinks of gold and a beautiful timbre singing of glory, of honor and long prosperous years awaiting Westeros.

She thinks of the brother she never knew, the brother who fought bravely , who fought valiantly yet who ultimately died ..

He died for a northerner none the less.

Whatever did he see in her, she wonders and how could he just risk everthing for a matter of the heart ... Didn't he know better as crown prince?

Did he see in her what her moon and stars had seen? She remembers so much awe in his eyes, so much trust and part of her to the day doesn't want to let him down.

Did Rhaegar see in Lyanna the queen he sought?

It may chastise him in the eyes of Khaleesy, in the eyes of Daenerys but It doesn't chastise him in the eyes of the Queen she is now, not a bit.

Rhaegar as noble his intentions were brought down the whole realm in chaos.

He broke down an entire kingdom and left it in pieces in the hands of an unqualified fool and his bunch of bloodthirsty inept entourage.

And now everybody is paying the price.

She even thinks sometimes, as she descends in the mire that is the throne, Rhaegar might have drastically changed had he become king ; He might have become mad as their ancestors before them or cruel and pragmatic as she is morphing to be.

Yet, Daenerys clinges onto the part of his legacy that speaks of his might, of his clemency, kindness and talent, this part of his legacy her own existence and reign leans upon.

The part that people never forgot.

Daenerys wants to imagine the brother she never knew as the knight in shining armor the people reminces about .. Polished, regal and clean untouched by the lies and treachery that is Westeros.

The brother she is proud to be kin to.