The Dragon of Winter

Chapter One

Daenerys cried out when Viserys struck her, she always did. It always happens when she disobeys him.

"You will marry him, savage or not! I need my army and you, sweet sister are going to help me get it!" A twisted smile forms on Viserys' lips as he sees Dany's fear in her violet eyes, "You don't want to wake the dragon do you now?"Viserys demands.

Daenerys nods quickly, too afraid to speak.

"Good..." Viserys sneers before he kisses Dany on the forehead. He strides out of the room and at the door turns to face his sister," Look pretty for him tomorrow, he will want you more, sweet sister." With that he departs and Dany is left all alone. She falls onto her bed in a heap, immersing herself in long, deep sobs of true misery. She has never felt so all desolate, she is in a familiar place, yet it is strange and foreign; her true home is waters away and the man responsible for the death of her family sits on the throne. 'A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing' Daenerys thinkd; she had read it in a book once.

But I'm not alone.

Yes you are, Viserys is no family.

But he is...

Maybe, but only one of you has the blood; the blood of the dragon.

Viserys...

That arrogant fool lies.

But...I can't be.

Maybe... maybe you can be.

The voices in her head argue and she isleft to ponder what they meant. She had been told her brother Rhaegar had voices in his head ,too. Maybe I am the blood of the dragon...

Daenerys' thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock. Dany notices she is still sore from where Viserys had hit her as she begins to trudge to the door. When she opens the door she sees Master Illiryo standing behind it, a smile beaming on his usually serious face.

"My Lord I-" She begins but Illiryo hands her a wooden chest before she can continue.

"A gift... a gift for your wedding my princess." He explains as Dany opens the chest.

Daenerys gasps in awe when she looks upon the the contents of the chest. There are three, scaled and smooth. They can't be-

"Dragon eggs, princess. The ages have turned them into stone but they will always be beautiful."

Daenerys can't find the words to say thankyou, she is stunned by their beauty. From the moment she fely the eggs againts her delicate hands Daenerys senses a fire be lit deep within her filling her with warmth and strength.

She finally looks into her host's eyes and gives him a thankyou, one she truly means. Her host, who had never asked the exiled Targaryens for anything, her host who had graciously taken them in, no questions asked, her host who had let her live a life free of her death was now giving her something she only thought she'd see in her dreams. Daenerys feels a connection with the eggs, the fire that had been smouldered for so many years has been lit.

I am the blood of the dragon.

I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen,

and my fire will not be put out.

"My pleasure, princess." With a bow he marches out of the room in a brisk fashion and Dany is alone all over again. But she does not cry, she has her dragon eggs.

Daenerys decides to go outside, though she never expressed no interest in the acres of gardens outside the Pentos castle she loves to explore the busy and often dirty streets of the city. Daenerys fetches her long hooded cloak crafted from the finest Pentosi silk that her handmaiden, one of the finest stitchers in the vast city of Pentos had sitched for her, after putting it on Daenerys hesitates and after some thought Daenerys places all three Dragon eggs into a sack she found in her cupboard. I can't leave my fire behind. Into the pockets of her cloak Dany thrust a small dagger. My fire can't be taken. Dany had never used the dagger, she was a girl of three and ten so of course she never had the need. Despite this the dagger had a place inside Dany's room, always under her matress incase the Urspurer's people came for her. Lightly throwing the sack over her shoulder Dany silently pads out of the room. Daenerys knew that if Viserys caught her out of the castle an in the streets of Pentos she would wake the dragon, and much more than that, especially now that she was to be engaged to Khal Drogo. She was assured that Viserys, or anyone else for that matter would not come to check on her until after dark. Viserys would either be shouting at servants or in the brothel below the castle, the last thing on his mind would be Daenerys.

She shut the door firmly, making sure to lock it incase anyone came looking for and tiptoed toward the staircase leading to the outside gates and roads.

Kings' Landing

Two moons ago

Varys walked into the small council meeting to notice the always-absent King Robert was sitting in his chair ready to discuss the topic of the meeting. Varys knew Robert would only attend when he wants someone dead. Varys remembered when Robert was the man who had lived up to his many nicknames and then at the fat, always drunk King Robert. However, today he sees the same thirst in the King's eyes as was present all those years ago.Strange things happen to a man when a crown is placed upon his head, Petyr Baelish had always said.

The irony; all Little Finger wants is power...and Catelyn Stark. He had seen the longing ways Petyr had stared at the monstrosity they call the Iron Throne, the very thing which made Petyr's eyes cloud with looks of lust. Strange things happen to a man when a crown is placed upon his head.

"A raven from Pentos, from the exiled bear, Jorah Mormont." With a look of disgust Robert passes the piece of parchment to the spider.

When Varys had finished reading he wore a look of suprise on his face; his birds had larwady told him the news.

"Those bloody Targaryens!" Robert roars, ,making even Ser Jaime, his Kingsguard flinch at the sudden harshness in his voice." That beggar king fool plans to marry that whore of a sister to some Dothraki horse fucker in hopes to get an army and cross the narrow sea!"

"Not only is he a Targaryen, he seems a fool too! The Dothraki won't bow down to some foreign lord, even if they give him a bride to fuck." Baelish adds.

Robbert nods but the look of relief dissapears as he bangs his fist onto the table." Fool or not, I want them dead." He demands.

"And what is the method of assasination for the two?" The Grand Maester croaks.

"Poison! Torture, beheading,stabbing, fire..." Robert snaps," I want them dead..."

"Jorah Mormont, I am sure he could slip some poison into the drinks of the Targaryens." Petyr suggets, a menacing smile creeping onto his face.

"He can't enter the castle, he is staying in the streets of Pentos!" Renly Baratheon adds.

"A servant is easilly persuaded when there is money involved... it will be simple. Those Targaryens will be dead within the end of the week!" Robert thunders, "Pycelle! Send a raven to the bear to tell him what to do, make sure the poison will give them a slow and painful death." Robert says, a look of pleasure on his flushed red face.

"Y-yes y-your grace..." The frail old man stammers as he waddles to his chambers.

"Small council meeting over!" Robert grumbles as he storms out of the room.

'Stay safe my dragons' Varys whispers and he too exits the now empy room.

Pentosnh

Jorah Mormont sips down the last of his wine and stares at the piece of parchment as he had done so many times before since it had reached him last week. It is simple; kill the two young Targaryens and he can enter Westeros once more. This is my chance, it will all be forgotten and I can return home...

Daenerys brushes her way through the bustling crowd in the Pentoshi street. She had loved listening to the people, how normal and simple their lives were. Daenerys was never sure if that's what she desires, but it would atleast remove the large target on her forehead. The heavy aroma of heavy spices and herbs fill Dany's nose and the music of the street fill her ears

Dany immerses herself so much into her senses she doesn't notice she has stopped to a halt before a crowd of people who shout in annoyance at the girl. One of the crowd members shoves past in inpatience and in the process Dany's long hood drops from her head. Daenerys gasps and hastily yanks her disguise back atop her silver hair; she has to be careful, her Targaryen hair and eyes alone would allow someone to distinguish her as the Mad King's daughter and that in the eyes of a Westerosi man is punishable by death. With this, Dany notices a man watching her, a look of fascination a wash upon his face. He hadn't got the look of the ordinary eastern man and had skin almost as pale as her own.

He's from Westeros! Panic swarms through Dany's head before she makes a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway. In a state of hysteria and alarm Daenerys slams her body against the stone wall of the alley. She can't remember a time she had felt as fearful as she does now. She has to cover her gasping mouth to stop the loud and profous breathing from escaping her. After what felt like hours, Dany shakily stands up and begins to stagger in the opposite direction of the man.

Suddenly, a bag is shoved over Daenerys Targaryen's silver head.

"Don't move!" A harsh voice dictates. In fear, Daenerys fails to follow her captor's demand while a cloth is stuffed into her mouth. A hard fist comes crashing into Dany's head and the Targaryen blacks out.

Daenerys' feet crunch upon the undisturbed snow. It is cold, colder than she had ever felt before. As her attention is given to the wild beauty of the forest she snaps her read round to the abrupt sound behind her.

A white wolf appears, whiter than the snow she stands upon. The wolf is so quite, it managed to sneak up on the Targaryen unheard of until she turned around. The wolf's blood red eyes study her searchingly for a brief moment, before the wolf peers behind it and lets out a howl. Now five other wolves appear behind the white wolf, all stepping closer and closer...

The Targaryen princess wakes amongst sweat and tears, gasping for air and crying out for help. Where am I? What did I just see?

"Quiet!" The same hard voice Dany recognises from Pentos snaps at the crying Targaryen.

Daenerys takes in her surroundings; she and her captor, who's face she cannot see amongst the shadows are in a room with wooden walls,ceiling floors. Above her she picks up on the sound of footsteps and shouting and all around her she could only hear the sound of water, thrashing againt the walls. We're on a ship!

"W-where a-are we?" Daenerys manages to say, her throat is so dry speaking brought pain into her.

Her captor seems to hesitate, but then edges forward. Dany can now see him clearly; he is definately from Westeros, she can tell in his accent, so unlike he familiar yet strange Pentoshi accent she had known. Her heart aches thinking of Pentos, I have woken the dragon, surely...

"I saw you, the Targaryen princess. All alone in the streets of Pentos among the common folk. It was a chance like any other, to get my life back." He began,"I, Ser Jorah Mormont am taking you to Westeros." With that he turns away and leaves Dany to her thoughts.

Westeros. Dany feels nothing, she is going home,yes but to what? Westeros despises my family...or atleast the people who matter.

Dany's ,mind floods with sudden realisation, internal dread and fear," You're taking me to the king, aren't you?"

After a pause he answers bluntly,"Yes."

Daenerys lets out a desperate cry and faces her captor. Mormont? Is he a Lord? Was he a Lord?

Lord or not, he is escorting me to my death...

"If I'm going to die, can I atleast have my dragon eggs?" Dany demands

Mormont considers the Targaryen for a moment and then hands the princess her sack. She grabs it and gently lifts the contents out like if it was a babe at her breast. She is a Targaryen, afterall. Jorah had always expected a silver headed, purple eyed Targaryen to be an obvious beauty, but this girl infront of him... even when sweating and crying was the most beautiful living thing he had ever seen; her lips plump, eyes large, perfect delicate skin, all complimented by her flowing silver hair. Were they all this beautiful?

He studies her for a few more moments, still transfixed by her radiance. Then, clears his throat,"We will arive in Westeros in an hour's time... we will go to the deck,"He was going to tell the girl to cover her head, but she had already done so.

"And will you take me to the king who murdered my family so he can finish what he started?"

The funny thing is, Jorah was not so sure...