Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire. I only own my OC, Elaena Targaryen, who is also portrayed by Emilia Clarke.

Another thunder broke through the black sky, and another one of Rhaella's piercing screams filled the air surrounding her and her two midwives. In the night that she had gone into labor, an immense thunderstorm broke out, and Rhaella thought the Gods were telling her that her two unborn babes were already doomed for life. The Queen kicked and screamed, cried and yelped, but the storm only grew stronger and more violent. The wind was banging on the doors and windows like an army of ghosts trying to enter the Keep of Dragonstone, and Rhaella only became more and more desperate as the pain between her legs grew even more intense.

"You must push now, Your Grace!" One of the midwives instructed her. And so she did. With every bit of remaining strength she had, she pushed, and pushed, and pushed! Sweat dripped from her entire face, and tears formed in her violet eyes when the sound of drilling whimpers were finally heard. One of the twins was already out, yet the other one was not far behind. A few more painful moments passed by and at last, both babes were placed in her arms after the midwives took care of cleaning them up. "Two girls, Your Grace. What will you name them?" Two names came into her mind immediately. Rhaella was so happy then. Her girls were living and breathing, and they were so beautiful. Both had the characteristic silvery blond hair that almost all Targaryens had, but only one of them shared the violet color of eyes. Rhaella frowned at this. The other girl's orbs were green, almost blue.

"This one here…" Rhaella gestured towards the girl with the violet eyes. "Will be called Elaena." Her eyes then landed on the green-eyed babe. "And this one will be named Daenerys." The two midwives smiled between each other, observing the loving scene between mother and children. "Elaena and Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, those will be their names!"

That tender moment only lasted until Rhaella began coughing thick blood. She was sweating again, and her skin was becoming even paler. "Your Grace..." One of the midwives murmured, rushing towards her Queen, her hand landing on the woman's forehead to measure her temperature. The young girl gasped in pure horror. "You are burning up, Your Grace!"

"I am dying." Rhaella stated, her tone even and controlled. She wasn't scared; she wasn't even surprised. She had lost so much during her entire life, but now, she was happy that at least her son Viserys and daughters Daenerys and Elaena were alive. "One of you two will write down this letter for me…" One of the midwives left the room and came back seconds later with a quill and a piece of parchment in hands. "The letter is directed to Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." The girl who was going to write the letter glared at the Queen strangely, but began writing nevertheless. "Lord Stark, your sister Lyanna promised me that peace would be ensured if my son Rhaegar returned her safely to the Usurper Baratheon, but now they are both dead, and I am going to join them very soon. I do not condemn you, my lord, I only ask this favor out of you: marry your eldest son to my first daughter, Elaena. My other children are being sent away, but I need to know that at least one will be raised with honor, and married to an honorable man. The blood of Old Valyria runs through her veins. She is now yours to look after and protect, Eddard. Do not send her away, I beg of you. This peace will not last long, mark my words. Elaena may just be your last hope when everything is lost. Winter is coming, but you will have Fire to protect you."

"Your Grace! What about your other children? Viserys and Daenerys?" The girl writing the letter questioned, glancing up at the Queen with worried eyes.

"Bring Viserys to me." Rhaella ordered, glaring sharply at the other midwife. She nodded quickly and left the room. "Your friend will take them both to the Free Cities. There are still many Houses who support the Targaryens and will not dare to turn them down." Rhaella let out a pained scream. Death was coming for her, oh it was. "And you. You will leave for Winterfell, and you will take my daughter Elaena with you. Take the letter and if needed be, explain everything to them. I know they will not refuse her."

"Your Grace, is it wise to deliver Princess Elaena to the Starks? What if they inform Robert Baratheon about her existence? What if he slaughters her?"

"They will not do such thing. Eddard Stark is a man with honor, and if it means that he will save this life, her life, he will lie to his so called King to protect her." Rhaella growled defensively. The other midwife quickly came back with Viserys trailing behind her, the boy looking innocent and frightened. He knew his mother was dying. "Now, you two must abandon the room. Prepare everything. You are leaving at dawn. I need to say goodbye to my children. My end is coming near."

Author's Note: Hello! This is my second attempt at writing a Fan Fiction about Game of Thrones. The first one didn't go so well, in my opinion. I had another story posted, but I ended up deleting it. I'm a bit insecure about how this will be received by you lot, but I would LOVE to hear your opinions about what I wrote. And please, be kind to me. You may not like it, but you can always show kindness.