283 AC
King's Landing

Nissa

Nissa, handmaiden and loyal servant of House Targaryen, at ten and nine, held a small squirming bundle, whom was wrapped in a deep purple silk, tightly in her arms. She was holding the babe, Naelahrys Targaryen, daughter of her dearest friend Princess Elia Martell and the Prince, Rhaegar Targaryen, who she knew were both surely to fall at the hands of the ongoing rebellion outside the chambers, and they shall fall along with the Targaryen dynasty. The wet nurse maid let out silent sobs, as she continued to hush Naelahrys, as her pierce wails, as sharp as a dragon's talon, echoed throughout the chambers. The armies of many houses, most unknown to her, but the main enemies of House Targaryen, being the Houses of Baratheon, Stark and Lannister, had began a siege on King's Landing, and as she listened to the ongoing war outside the stone chambers, she knew the world that she loved was collapsing and she and the sweet Naelahrys, were both beneath it all, which made her frail and frightful heart ache.

Robert Baratheon, she cursed him and his rebellion, she also cursed Lord Tywin, that lion, that traitor from Casterly Rock. Nissa and Naelahrys were so far hidden and safe from the rebellion in the guarded chambers of the Princess Elia and the siblings of Naelahrys, Rhaenys and the infant, Aegon. She was terrified, terrified hearing the shouts of men, the clashing of swords and hooves outside that sounded like thunder, but the most frightening part of the siege was that of the fighting outside the chambers. May the Gods have mercy on our souls.

She wanted to run, by the Gods, she wanted to leave, but Nissa was loyal to the House Targaryen, and Princess Elia was a dear and kind friend, and Naelahrys, the innocent child was like the child she had desired, in the place of the child she had lost. A piercing scream of a man, brought her attention back to the wooden and bolted door, as it started to be pried open, forcefully by a man's foot. The woman jumped when the door opened swiftly, and she with the babe instinctively moved towards the stone wall, hiding herself and Naelahrys in the shadows, holding her tighter than she has ever held her. In walked a brute of a man, a man she knew of as the Mountain, Gregor Clegane, and thundering behind him was at least three men adorned in the sigil of House Lannister. Please may the Gods be just.

It happened faster than she could comprehend. The Mountain ripped dear Aegon from his mother's embrace, and almost akin to a child fed up with a toy, he carelessly flung him to the floor, and her mouth went agape with a silent moan, as tears fell down her face, Nissa knew the impact had killed the child instantly, and she never felt so weak and pathetic. Nissa knew that she and Naelahrys remained unnoticed by the men, as they were focused on Elia's screams of anguish and Rhaenys, squirming and wailing and clutching onto her mother's skirts, two of the three men dragged her from her mother's desperate grip, brutally snatching her from her mother.

She wanted to, by the Gods, she wanted to help, but the life of Naelahrys and her own was at stake, and she would not risk the child in the vain attempt of rescuing the Princess, and her elder children. Though the wails of Elia brought her back from shock, and then she cast her eyes down to Elia grasping at the stone floor and clawing at her throat with her nails, and saw that Elia was peering at her, with angered and sorrow filled brown eyes locking into her blue eyes, and Nissa saw her murmur one word, her gaze frantic as she looked at Naelahrys.

"Run!"

The handmaiden cursed herself, as she was in turmoil, she had wanted to protect Elia, but in her arms, was the last heir to House Targaryen, the last living child of Elia and Rhaegar. The men had not noticed her still, so Nissa prayed, clutching Naelahrys to her chest, and ran from the chambers. She dodged the muscled arms of that bastard Clegane, whom was making a move to stop her, but the enraged and half-mad Elia lunged at him, screaming and scratching at him, in the way a mother would, to save her child. Nissa did not want to bear witness to what they would do to Elia, so she ran down the hallways, barefoot, covered in blood, sweat and tears.

Nissa ran down the twists and turns of the hallways, her legs and arms were in agony as was her heart. But, if she did not run, Naelahrys would die, they both would, and they would suffer the same fate as Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon. She was surprised slightly that she had not come to the attention of the men. Though the men were fighting a battle, and King's Landing was being sacked, but then they would only notice a simple serving girl fleeing with her child, if they had noticed the silver hair of Naelahrys and her indigo eyes, then that would have been different. In life you win or you die, and I intend for us to live, the stables, fleeing to the stables will ensure our survival.

Nissa heard the fighting and cried harder, many men, including her gentle and brave husband, Mikal, were all fighting in the name of House Targaryen. And she did not know if he was dead or alive, which made her heart ache. What was their crime? Loyalty, loyal to the end, those soldiers were. Nevertheless, she had to flee with Naelahrys, get upon a horse, flee King's Landing and seek out a ship, and sail to Braavos, where her mother resided, and she would raise Naelahrys and keep her safe, for one day Naelahrys would reclaim the Iron Throne. As her final duty towards House Targaryen and to her friend, Princess Elia. She would raise Naelahrys to be good, to be just and to be strong. She opened the doors of the Royal Stables, were it lay empty with the exception of an old and frail horse that she knew was nearing death. It shall have to do. They could not stay in this chaos.

The handmaiden set down Naelahrys, upon a pile of hay, gently, tenderly caressing her soft tuft of silver hair, before she turned and hurriedly strapped a saddle onto the horse and attached a small bag of fruits, coins and a small skin of water, she had found. Nissa caressed the Braavosi coin, around her neck, and lifted up the babe, but as she was about to climb onto the horse, the relief that began to wash over her ended, filling her with dread, as the stable doors swung open, letting in the light of day and the lingering stench of blood.

The handmaiden hissed, and drew a small butter knife and watched, fear filling her as two men entered, not just any men, but a lion and a wolf, Tywin Lannister and Eddard Stark, with five soldiers at their side, at first they had appeared to be arguing, glaring hatefully and coldly at each other, but that had soon ended when they spotted her next to the feeble horse.

"Stay back, you bastards! Stay back! I swear to the Gods I will end you!" She spat viciously, pointing her knife at them, threatening them.

One soldier, covered in blood and dirt, stepped forward, carefully, sword in hand and eyed her, watching me like prey. But, then she noticed that the wolf Lord give a simple shake of his head, and started towards her, nearing her, slowly.

"We shall not hurt you, I promise. Please put the knife down, my Lady." He said, but she refused to listen, all those opposed to Naelahrys Targaryen were an enemy towards her. Liar.

"You liar! You fuckin' bastards had Princess Elia and her children butchered, child-slayers!" She spat, with a growl that could rival any beast.

Nissa saw him stare at her, in what seemed to be disbelief, liar, he was trying to trick her. They were serpents. Then she froze, as Eddard's cold eyes flickered towards the bundle in her arms, he saw Naelahrys squirming and sniffling. No! Not Naelahrys, he shall not have her. He stepped forward, as did the men she had not forgotten about; she swung the knife in threat of them discovering Naelahrys's identity. Come and get her, I dare you!

Eddard Stark

As he looked at the startled woman, who swung a knife, in a frantic way, as a warning to stay away, he remained undeterred. Ned had to admire her for her bravery, not many who pointed a weapon at Tywin Lannister, managed to live this long. The Kingdom was bleeding, he knew of that, and that woman was proof. Damn Robert. At discovering the deaths of the innocent children and the gentle woman, Elia, he glanced at Tywin hatefully. Damn Tywin, for this injustice, damn Robert and his rebellion, and damn Rhaegar Targaryen, for causing this bloodshed, damn them all to the Hells. Ned then saw movement from a bundle she held protectively, and heard sniffling from the bundle. A child? This was no place for a child, he now understood the woman's frantic actions, it made him think of Catelyn and his boy, although he had yet to meet him, it made him sympathize with her. This, this happening here, this was not justice. And damn himself for helping them.

"Your child?" He asked, trying to be as tenderly yet firm as possible, he did not want this woman or child to die at the hands of Tywin or this child made orphan.

Ned watched the woman, closely, as her eyes widened, he seen a flicker of dread which was quicker replaced with anger, as she stepped further back into the stables, as he knew she was trying to conceal herself and her babe in the shadows. He approached her, but as he did this the woman went wild as a wolf and swung her knife at him. He dodged it effortlessly, and a soldier from House Cassel, approached and grasped the knife on command, and forced the blade out of her hand, then gripped her right arm tightly.

Ned sighed, and carefully took the bundle out of her other arm. And grimaced as she began to scream, 'please' and 'no', the woman tried, with the same franticness, to get out of the soldier by the name of Ryon's grip. Ned knew then had he not had a firm grip on the child, he would have jumped in shock, as he pulled back the bundle. An infant, chubby cheeked with silver curls of hair and indigo eyes, curiously peering up at him, as she suckled on her toes. A Targaryen? That woman had said the last Targaryen children were dead.

He then began, "I thought you had said that they-"

"Rhaenys and Aegon, you bastard! They are dead, it is Naelahrys, I had saved, put her down! Now!" She growled out again, the voice, made him shiver.

Ned looked upon the gurgling and mumbling babe, her indigo eyes met his grey and her lips lifted, and her toothless mouth opened, which was to him, as closest to a smile you could get, which brought a half-hearted chuckle from him. Naelahrys. He may have failed many, but he would not fail this child.

As Lord Stark stood stoically, with the innocent babe in his arms, he could not look Robert Baratheon in the face, a man that he had known since he was a boy, a man that was like kin to him, a brother to him. The sack of King's Landing had came to a bloody albeit fruitful end on Robert's side of things, as he was now made King of the Seven Kingdoms, but at a price, that Ned hated.

Those that bore the name Targaryen, have either been killed, be they babe or adult, or few that were favoured by the Gods, like that of pregnant Rhaella and her son, Viserys, who were now, hopefully, nearing the Free Cities. And now, as Robert was sitting upon the throne made of thousands of blades, and although he was not an emotional man. Ned, could not help but let bitter tears of anger spring to his eyes as soldiers of the Houses of Lannister and Baratheon carried in small bundles of cloth, adorned with the sigil of a lion for House Lannister, and were soaked with blood, and he winced as the blood slowly dripped onto the floor. He could hear, faintly, as the blood slowly dripped onto the stone floor. And then a larger bundle was brought in, and what made him shudder, was that he did not even have to look upon the bundle to know that is the body of the sweet woman, Elia Martell.

He listened to the handmaiden's wails and screams as she seen the bodies of the children, and as if on command, he closed his grey eyes, then by hearing the distress of the woman whom was her wet nurse, Naelahrys began to whimper and let out short screeches, which made him think of the slain dragons. Dragons. He reopened his eyes, and saw Robert's stormy eyes peer down hatefully at the child, then he began to let out loud chuckles that to Ned did not hold any warmth. The laugh held no joy, no light, no love, nothing. It was cold. Cold as the North in which I hail from.

"Have you gone mad? Ned! Why is this dragon spawn still breathing? Kill it!" Robert boomed, his words echoing throughout the halls.

Ned stared at him in horror, kill? Dragon spawn? This was a child, an innocent child; he would not let this happen, as he straightened himself up and tightened his hold on the babe, even though he hated to admit, if they dared harm this child, he would run them through with his sword, head to foot. If only his father and brother, Brandon could see him now. I am protecting the child of the man that kidnapped and let my sister die.

"I will do no such thing, Robert. Naelahrys has done you no harm! I will not let you harm this child!" Ned retaliated, surprising himself and by the looks of it, Robert.

"Naelahrys? Shit, you have even named the dragon spawn!" Robert thundered, letting out an amused laugh. Amusing? This was far from it.

Ned knew that what was taking place, was an injustice, to not only Elia and her children, but to her only living child, Naelahrys. He will fight for her, even if it meant he was to stand alone.

"I will raise her like my own, Robert. Think of it this way should any house revolt for House Targaryen, we have her as a hostage and I am in need of a ward…"

"…Fine…Be done with it, but if that silver haired shit shows so much as a sliver of madness, I'll have her killed!" Robert sneered, glaring at the babe in his arms.

Ned sighed, he may have convinced him, if only slight. He looked into the calming eyes of Robert, and then to Robert's side, where an impassive Tywin Lannister stood, the man behind the murders of Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon. Damn him.

A wolf against stags and lions. Do not fear Naelahrys, no harm will come to you. I promise, by the old and the new. Nothing, shall harm you.

Nissa

Bastards!

She glared at each many hatefully, especially at Robert of the House Baratheon, pig! Though she would never dare admit it, her distasteful opinion she once held for Eddard Stark, had lessened as she listened to him and Robert battle with words, he was defending Naelahrys. And, she felt a small bitter smirk twitch on her face, as he demanded to know why Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon were slaughtered.

Then she looked to every man, carefully, inspecting them, one false move and sooner or later they surely would dance with the Stranger. But, then rage filled her, and burned like the wildfire Aerys II Targaryen lusted for, as there stood the green eyed Lord Tywin Lannister, the great Lion of Casterly Rock, looking upon the bundles of cloth, with a hidden look of victory and pride, causing her to eye him hatefully, traitor.

"Good riddance! I say, Ned, it wasn't even me who gave the order, it was Lord Tywin, and what a strategic move it was!" The Stag replied to the Wolf.

The handmaiden froze at that, and then her eyes narrowed, as she shook. She took in her surroundings; all eyes were on the wolf, the stag and her hatchling. This was her moment for justice; she shakily stood from kneeling, and elbowed the soldier that held her, hard in the gut, and once he fell to his knees, she drew out his dagger from his belt, and ran towards the traitor lion. For Naelahrys! She raised the dagger to him, and watched with pleasure, as he turned, his dull green eyes widening when he saw his death.

"For Naelahrys!" Nissa shrieked, bringing all attention towards the two.

Nissa launched herself at him, but before she could react, Tywin put his sword into her chest. She came to a halt, rasping, as all the air had left her and dropped to the hard floor, as she gasped and gargled upon her blood, she clawed at her throat panicked, as she tried to get air into her body, and she struggled, trying to stand up, but all she could do was kneel. Is this what dying feels like? As she grew dizzier, and her eyes began to ring. Nothing? Upon that thought, Nissa drew with her last few breaths as her vision began to blacken and whispered,

"…Dragon Born…"

Hey guys, hopefully you liked the first installment of 'the Dragon Born'. If you recognize this story, I also have this story published on Quotev! So please let me know what you think of the prologue and chapter one, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll happily answer any questions you might have. Also the amazing cover image for this story was by hart-coco from Deviantart!

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