Sansa sobbed as she shuddered away from Meryn Trant raising his sword to strike her when clank of metal caused her to see a platinum blonde girl holding a sword that blocked Trant from striking her. From what Sansa could see; the girl wore tight leather breeches, leather boots and a top that showed her midriff and cleavage. Her savor had ruby ring on her right hand and a small tooth earrings on her ears. Around the girl's shoulders was a scaled winged dragon which hissed at the court. The famous silver-blonde hair was loose around the girl's shoulders and to her back.
"How annoying." The girl kicked Trant away with her foot sending the cruel knight into the stairs to the Iron Throne. The young woman stabbed the ground to lean on the large sword to stare at Joffrey with piercing purple eyes. "So this is where Daenys's descendents made their empire?"
"You wench!" Meryn shouted as he got back up. "How dare you attack a Kingsguard in the presence of the king."
"King?" The woman looked around curious. "I see no king."
Joffrey glared angrily, "I demand to know who you are!"
The woman smirked as she tilted her head and the dragon crawled from her shoulders to Sansa. Sansa watched stunned as the small dragon curled around her bare shoulders protectively. "I am Rhaehrys Taenlarys, a dragonlord from Valyria."
"The dragonlords are dead." Cersei sneered.
"Do I look dead to you?" Rhaehrys pulled Sansa up. "Oh! You have been around a descendent of Daenys."
Sansa frowned confused but the taller girl just patted her head, "What…"
"Don't think much on it, pup. Aelya, did you just bond with the girl?" Aelya cooed as the baby dragon rubbed against her cheek in comfort. "Ugh fine! Aegor will want to check in with you! Pup, take care of this one." Rhaehyrs smiled at Sansa shocking her. "She likes meat and morons like the two bitches on the throne. Geros ilas, zokla hen Jelmor!"
Sansa watched stunned as the dragonlord walked out of the throne room easily while tripping the guards who tried to seize her.
The baby dragon nuzzled Sansa's cheek in comfort as Tyrion and a sellsword burst into the throne room.