I am just going to start out by saying this idea hit me after an eighteen hour shift and I don't think anybody has ever done this yet! To me I believe that it is absolutely genius and I am going to explain why. This is going to be Swan Queen(obviously) that will loosely be based off of Game of Thrones. Instead of Khal Drogo there is Khaleesi Regina, they both fit well because of their ruthless nature, love for horses and very complicated love lives . Instead of Daenerys there is Emma because they both had their future's controlled by outside sources but still are destined for Greatness! Instead of Viserys, there is August as Emma's brother. Just to put it out there he isn't a good guy in this story. Emma's parents are not Snow and Charming simply because I do not like them. Her mother is Ingrid and her father King Phoebus (From Hunchback of Notre Dame). Phoebus was considered the "Mad King" and was assassinated during the Rebel from the crown. The Rebel will be explained in later chapters. I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes that you see in any chapters. I own nothing but a laptop =) lol.

It was paradoxical that she was apparently a Princess, seeing as she laid on a dirt floor most of her life and scrounged for food to live. Emma Stormborn , House of the Kopaka and Heir apparent to the Iron throne and the Seven Kingdoms. However here in Master Pongo's house for her safety she was no longer a Stormborn, blood of the Kopaka. She was merely Emma Swan, a wispy young teen that stood out like a sore thumb with her inherited blonde locks and vibrant green eyes. She was only seventeen winters and she was to be wed. Her brother August said it was the only way to get back his throne, that he needed an army to march forth. So here she stood in a sheer dress on display, waiting for the Khaleesi's arrival.

"Where is she?" August was practically stamping his foot like a toddler but no one paid the Heir any mind.

"The Nanakia aren't exactly know for their punctuality." Master Pongo replied looking straight ahead at the Sea. The heavy foot fall of hooves sounded any everyone's head snapped to the east. In the lead was one of the most beautiful woman Emma had ever laid eyes on, yet her beauty did nothing to change the fact that she didn't want to marry this Khaleesi.

"My guest of honor! His highness August Stormborn, rightful king to the Seven Kingdoms! And his sister Emma." Pongo walked forward and Emma fought the pang at being just an after thought again, even when it was supposed to be about her. She went to step forward when her brother gripped her arm tightly.

"Do you see how long her hair is? When a Nanakia loses a battle, they get their braid cut off so everyone can see their shame. The Khaleesi has never lost a battle. Granted she is a savage." August hissed. Emma couldn't tear her eye's away from the tight riding leathers that encased the woman's toned legs and the matching bra top that confined her breast so deliciously.

"Princess Emma you may approach." Pongo called out to her. She began taking tentative steps knowing if she screwed this up, she would be the brunt of August's angry later on. She noticed as she got closer that the Khaleesi's eyes were not black like she originally thought, they were a harsh brown. Cold and calculating as she scrutinized Emma to the point of being uncomfortable until she jerked her reigns and took off.

"Where is she going?" August was in outrage.

"The ceremony is done." Pongo replied

"She didn't even say anything! How do we know if she likes her?" August had reached her and grabbed her by the arm as if she were to blame.

"Trust me, we would know if she didn't like her. I would advise you not to bruise her, the Khaleesi is very temperamental about what is hers." Pongo looked pointedly at August's offending hand. Emma had to keep herself from scoffing. They had been here for nearly five years, he knew about all the beatings she had endured yet now that she "belonged" to another it was no longer allowed.

"It won't be long now. Soon you will cross the narrow sea and take back your father's throne. The people drink secret toasts to your health." Pongo spoke now that they were walking back into the house.

Lies. I'll drink to his death! Emma thought

"When will they be married?" August asked but Emma could only see his lust for power and a crown that their father stole from many others.

"Soon, the Nanakia don't stay still for very long."

"Good. I give the bitch her queen, she gives me my army." August smirked

"I do not wish to be her Queen!" Emma blurted out before she could actually stop the words from slipping out.

"Excuse you?" August snarled, the audacity of her right?

"I just- I want to go home." Emma mumbled

"I do to. Why do you think I am doing this? They stole our home and slaughtered our family! I would let her and her blood riders all forty-thousand of them and their horses fuck you if it meant I could go home to my throne." August stroked her cheek in a way that made Emma want to throw up.

"August, please!" Emma began to get frantic but her emotional storm was cut off by a firm slap that had her sailing to the floor.

"Don't anger you King!" He spat, stepping over her like she was a common piece of shit on the floor. Only when he was out of earshot did Pongo speak.

"Rise Princess, you dress needs washing." The older man avoided looking at the blonde directly, but stuck out his hand anyways. Emma gracefully rose without his help, trying desperately to hide the tears in her eyes as she ventured towards the castle walls.

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Emma Stormborn sat stiffly as people began presenting the newly wed couple with gifts. Chancing a glance at her spouse, she noticed the hard eyed woman was watching her intently. Judging her reaction to each gift. A woman who wore a red cloak approached her slowly and cautiously before setting a.

wooden crate in front of her.

"From across the sea's, your Majesty." The woman nodded catching Emma off guard.

"You speak the Common Tongue?" Emma couldn't hide the relief in her voice at hearing something so familiar.

"Yes your Majesty. I am very fluent in several languages." The woman nodded.

"What's your name?" Emma asked desperate to keep the conversation flowing.

"Red of the Northern Isles" Red bowed deeply before gesturing for Emma to open the crate. When she did she was greeted by three scaly eggs of red, purple and white.

"What are they?" Emma was in awe, letting her fingers caress the large eggs slowly,

"Dragon Egg's. I thought it fitting for you Khaleesi, since you are of the Dragon's" Red responded

"Thank you." Emma spoke gratefully. Regina stood abruptly walking over to Emma, she held out her hand without speaking. It wouldn't have mattered regardless given the language barriers, she was glad that she could understand the other woman body language well enough. Slipping her hand into the older woman's she was led over to a grazing white stallion before Regina turned to her.

"Whakahere ahau ki a koutou i te tāriana, toku Khalessi" Regina's voice was rich and smooth like fresh honey, and it was a sound Emma knew she would love to hear again. She couldn't understand the woman in front of her, but that didn't mean she couldn't understand the gesture.

"She says, I offer you a stallion, my Khaleesi." Red informed her.

"It's mine?" Emma gasped

"Its her wedding gift to you." Red nodded

"Can you tell her I said thank you?" Emma asked Red in earnest

"We don't say thank you in Maori. It is not custom and is a sign of weakness." Red shook her head firmly.

"How will she know I'm grateful?" Emma questioned

"whakawhetai ki a koe" Red bowed to Regina letting her know what Emma wanted to communicate. The woman's jaw twitched but that was all she gave away.

"She wants you to mount your stallion, it's time for your consummation." Red told Emma who blanched before she was gently nudged towards the white horse as Regina helped her up before raising herself up beside the blonde and taking the reins. Kicking the horse into motion she led them over towards a small grazing meadow, far enough away for privacy but close enough to return should the need arrive. Bring the horse to a stop at a certain point, Regina hopped down before looking up a the petite girl. She was beautiful, with eyes so bright they gleamed. Still the young girl was a mystery, she was nothing like the woman of the Nanakia. Shy and timid were the woman of her tribe were brash and abrasive. Pulling the girl down gently, she brushed several of the long curls out of her face before pulling Emma flushed against her.

"I-I uh" The blonde stammered but the words were to foreign to Regina so she just pressed her lips firmly to her wife's to quiet her. Waving her hand to a spot behind them, a soft cot appeared with pillows and blankets for their comfort.

"You have magic?" The blonde gasped but the only word Regina understood was Magic. It was commonly thrown around in various languages, so she knew what startled the other woman.

"Āe Magic" Regina nodded, her hand skimming over Emma's shoulder to push down the dress a bit. When pale milky skin was exposed to her, she latched her mouth onto it, sucking deeply to mark the woman so no one would doubt them. The dress slipped easily off the blonde's thin frame, and Regina tried and failed to suppress a frown when she realized she could count the ribs on her Khaleesi. Emma mistook her frown for disappointment and she went to cover herself.

"Mutu!" Regina said firmly, prying Emma's hand away from her breast. She could see how uncomfortable the new Khaleesi was, so she sought to appreciate the body in front of her. Running the pad of her thumb across Emma's erect nipple, she was pleased to hear a slight whimper escape the other woman's mouth before she began rolling it between two fingers. Backing her up until she stepped on the cot, she pushed Emma to her knee's gently before following suit and joining her.

"ataahua" She whispered feverishly into Emma's ear before grabbing it in between her teeth, sucking on it gently eliciting several more gasp of pleasure from the blonde. Trailing her hand down, she met well trimmed damp folds before she slid her finger in between causing Emma to let out a loud moan.

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The air was chilly by the time Emma came down from her high, off her third orgasm. When she shivered Regina conjured a fur blanket, allowing her the time to collect herself as she watched the Head Khaleesi slip back on her riding pants and top that had been thrown in the heat of the moment. Emma admired the ripple of toned flesh as Regina stretched.

"maka ki runga ki to koutou kakahu" Regina held out the dress and Emma assumed she meant for her to put it back on so she slowly stood on shaking legs, swaying a few times before talking the light blue dress. Looking down at her legs, she could see the smeared blood and she cringed before slipping on the dress to cover it.

"ataahua" Regina whispered again looking at the blonde.

Should I continue?