Sister's Keeper

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Chapter 94: Dragon Fall

Jon's POV

Jon sat down in his room, staring at a journal. Alysanne had given it to him, although she left it on his bed instead in front of the public. When he first opens the page, he was surprised to see what the context was about. As he opens the page:

To the reader,

In this journal contains memories and stories about Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Over the past twenty years, Rhaegar's name has been slander. You may have heard the tales about Rhaegar during the Usurper's Rebellion. This journal contains the life he was before the Rebellion. If you are interested in reading this, please understand that I do not understand his actions that lead to the war. I knew him as my brother, and the memory of a little girl is not a reliable source. But I hope it gives the reader a perspective of the Last Dragon.

Sincerely,

Alysanne Jaehaera Mormont-Targaryen

Jon didn't know what to say. He barely had time to ask Alysanne what his biological father was like. Of course, he was told when Alysanne was resurrected, she lost her childhood memory. Yet, she added Ser Barristan filled the missing pieces and wrote it done. Now he has a copy of the stories of his Father. Jon

Only heard the rumors and the Baratheon perception of the Targaryens. Of course, he has Bran, who can use the Three-Eyed Raven's ability to stare into the past. Except he can't trust the Raven who possesses his brother/cousin. So, to have this journal is a gift.

A part of him wanted to head south to help his aunts to defeat Cersei. The Lannisters have destroyed both of his families. Eradicating the Targaryens and almost the Starks in the same manner. The two Lannisters he can trust is Ser Jaime and Tyrion. Otherwise, any Lannister is not to be trusted, especially Cersei. How Cersei allowed Joffrey murder Ned Stark which lead to a war that took Robb, Lady Catelyn, Talisa, and the unborn child. Along with giving the Boltons the North, which Ramsey raped Sansa and brutally murder Rickon.

Yet Alysanne declined his offer, even he told Cersei he holds his alliance with the Targaryens she refused. In order to protect him and his identity. The King in the North has to remain in the North. It took Jon a moment realize why Alysanne kept him out of it. He was currently the last male Targaryen. If anything happens to Alysanne and Daenerys, he is there to restore the family name.

He sighed, knowing he locked the door and began to read about the Father he never had.

.o0o.

Daenerys's POV

Daenerys had flown along the coastal region of Westeros. When she was flying south from the North, there were strong winds and blizzards. Drogon had no choice but took east along the coast. There was a slight chill, but Daenerys knew Drogon can see better. It was nonstop flying as they made their way down, passing the Vale of Arryn.

She will admit it was nice to be out of the North. At this point, she doesn't want to be in the North ever again. Too much death and heartbreak. Her Dothraki was limited to a third of the population. And…the man she truly falls in love with turns out to be her nephew. At first, she thought nothing about it, being a Targaryen and all. But once she was out of the North, she shuddered slightly in disgust. A part of her still wishes Jon could have been a cousin or not related.

In the end, the only male she truly needed was Drogon.

She patted her son's neck in comfort.

They continued flying south.

Exhaustion was coming over her after three days of flying. Currently, there was no place she could trust after flying the coast instead of the Riverlands. She had opportunities to fly to Riverrun or continued to Highgarden. And with Driftmark and Claw Isle evacuated, there is one place she could go too…Dragonstone. One night in Dragonstone should be safe. Enough for her to sleep, and Drogon can hunt some fish.

Drogon seemed to have the same idea as he headed towards Dragonstone. Daenerys sighed, relaxing a bit, letting her son take the lead. She stared out into the sky, seeing different shapes of the clouds and the waves of the water. Home was so close. Another thought lingers of the bathing chambers. Daenerys would love a proper hot bath.

When all of a sudden, something flew by them. A sharp whistle startled her attention as a mass flew over her. This started Daenerys as she shot up, staring around wondering what that was. It was no bird, that is for sure. Another shot passed them that Daenerys saw a ballista arrow. Drogon growl trying to avoid it, going into the clouds.

She looked around through the breakage of the clouds to see who was attacking them. Another bolt whipped towards her, nearly striking her off. She glanced down to see a fleet of Greyjoy ships. It took a moment as she stared at the ships from a distance to see the details. The Kraken was not gold, no the true Greyjoys are a golden Kraken on a black field. These sails had a silver Kraken with a third red-eye on a black field. These were Euron's ships. On the bow of the ships were steeled octopuses while at the head were platforms. On top were ballistas…no not just any ballista, but Scorpions. The same weapon that shot Drogon during the Battle of the Goldroad.

There were twelve ships. Twelve ships that were loaded with Scorpions. She debated if she should take the chance and have Drogon charge in burning the fleet. At the same time, have Drogon fly higher into the clouds and retreat to the mainland. Before she could make her decision, another bolt was fired, grazing along Drogon's foot. The Dragon gasped in pain. Anger filled her, as she had Drogon swirled around the fleet going from behind.

The four ships in the back were unarmed at the Stern.

"Dracarys," Daenerys shouted.

Drogon heaved a deep breath and blew fire on the four ships burning at the sterns and swooped upwards, taking shelter from clouds. Quickly she had Drogon strike down, a wave of bolts making their way towards them. The black dragon maneuver around, trying not to get hit as he blew fire on three ships from the side, leaving five ships remaining.

Daenerys had Drogon swirl around again, ready to eliminate the last of this fleet. To set an example that Cersei will lose the war. But they had to hurry before the Scorpions are reloaded. Drogon took air before diving down. Daenerys eyed the front, seeing the far decorated ship. She assumes Euron was on that ship. If she kills Euron, then his fleet will abandon Cersei and return to the Iron Islands. That is her goal, clouded by adrenaline and rage, aiming Drogon in that general direction. She screamed from the top of her lungs, shouting the sacred word of "Dracarys!"

The moment Drogon opens his mouth to fire, five bolts came their way. Just as the flames were about to erupt, a bolt struck Drogon on the shoulder. He yelped while through the connection, Daenerys felt her Dragon's pain in her shoulder. It was different than last time at the Goldroad. The pain was far intense that she felt like she was being stabbed.

Realizing the risk, she had Drogon turn around and retreat. She needs him to make it to Riverrun or Highgarden, or to the nearest Dorne city. Drogon complied, making a sharp turn towards the mainland, instead of flying straight, he zigzag. When another wave of bolts came their way. Daenerys could hear the whistling as she tried to get Drogon to fly higher. Until two bolts struck him.

It happened so fast.

One minute she felt pain from the connection and Drogon crying the next she was falling. She cursed herself for not making a harness for Drogon, but at the same time, the air screamed in her ears, her hair tossed about. As she saw Drogon falling below her, the two have been separated. She didn't know what will kill her, the Greyjoys, or the impact into the water. She closed her eyes and had her last thought.

I'm sorry, Alys!

Clenching her fist to feel the lily ring, she braced herself for impact.

As her world turns black.

.o0o.

Her body aches. Her back, her head, and her limbs. There was a burning, searing pain that felt like hot needles digging into her skin. Daenerys opened her eyes, finding herself in a cabin. Her coat was gone, leaving her in her leggings and chemise. Panicked, she shot up only to regret her sudden decision. Follow by the sound of rattling. Her sight was blurry until seeing and feeling her hands and feet were shackled together. Her eyes widen.

"I see you're awake," spoke a husky voice.

Daenerys turned her head slightly to see none other than Euron sitting at the table with a bottle of rum. His dark eyes staring at her that she couldn't identify his emotions. However, she can sense the predatory stare of a hungry man.

"And I thought you would die, just like your ancestor Rhaenys," he murmured, taking another sip of rum. "Then again, I didn't shoot your dragon in the eye."

"Where is Drogon?" She demanded. "Where is my dragon."

Euron smirked, "Swimming at the bottom of the ocean. My crew and I managed to put three bolts in him. Probably being eaten by crabs as we speak."

Daenerys gasped, as she lunged after him. Except for the shackles on her feet caused her to trip falling hard onto the floor. The pain surging through her tender limbs. Euron laughed, finishing the bottle before walking over to her. He placed his boot under her shoulder and flipped her over onto her back. She cried out as her back protest.

"Careful lass, you may be immune to fire, but gravity and water are not keen to ya," he murmured, as he sat down next to her. "When I tossed my brother Baelon over the bridge at Pyke, some of his limbs were torn off. Then again, that fucker was older than you. They told me the crabs and other small sea creatures were eating his ears and eyeballs when they found the body."

Daenerys trying to control the pain also her emotions. Her Dragon was dead. Her son, her firstborn and biggest child, was killed at Blackwater Bay. No…Drogon is supposed to outlive her, and several of her sister's descendants. She tried to use the Dragon Magic to sense for Drogon. However, all she felt was her own pain.

"Still, you're a catch, better than a mermaid," Euron murmured, resting a hand on her thigh.

She gasped, pain surging up her thigh where it was swollen.

"Why don't you just get it over with and kill me?" she seethed.

"I would, but you can be a good bargaining chip for Cersei," he murmured. "If I kill you…who can I talk to? Hmm?" he sighed, "I've got a crew full of mutes. It gets lonely at sea."

As he raised a waterskin up and took a sip before shoving it against her lips to take a drink. Daenerys gasped, not expecting it. The alcohol flooding through her lips, burning her mouth and throat. When he pulled the waterskin back, she gagged, spitting some of it out and coughing from the fumes of the strong beverage. Euron merely laughed at her.

"So used to wine," he laughed.

Daenerys scowled; she mainly drank wine when she came of age along with fruit-based brandy. The strongest liquors she ever drank was pepper beer and fermented milk. Hell, she was even forced to drink Shade of the Evening, until arriving at the North trying ale, cider, and mead. But that liquid Euron forced her to drink was practical something an alchemist would use to make wildfire.

"Ship's moonshines," he said. "Burns in taste but nulls everything. Since I don't have the milk of the poppy."

He grabbed her arms in which she cried out before tossing her on the bed. She banged her head on the bedframe, gasping from the sharp pain that stunned her. Euron came over and sat on the edge. Violet eyes widen, thinking Euron would rape her. His behavior unpredictable, not like the Khals or Moro. Euron rested a hand on her thigh before giving a smack on the ass.

"Such a lovely ass," he murmured. "Unfortunately, I am a committed man. Capturing you has gotten me another fuck with the Queen."

Daenerys glared at him, "You won't get away with this. My sister will have your head."

"Oh, I hope so," he murmured. "As I shoot a bolt right through her and her golden dragon."

Euron leaned down, kissing Daenerys. Her eyes widen in shock, pulling away in disgust. Euron merely laughed.

"Get some rest, princess." He cooed. "You won't get many luxuries for long. We will be in King's Landing tomorrow. And Cersei will have a room ready for you in the Dark Cell."

Her violet eyes widen, for she had heard about the Dark Cells. Tyrion mentioned how he was put in a dark cell after trial. How cold, dark, and wet it was. All of your senses being drowned into nothingness. A void of empty.

"Now I got a raven scroll to write to announce my victory," Euron merely smirked as he left the cabin.

Daenerys tried to figure out a way to escape, yet her condition made it impossible.

.o0o.

When they arrived at King's Landing. Daenerys was forced back into her coat, and shackle again. She was dragged, onto the deck, before tumbling down the platform onto the private port that leads to the Red Keep. Two of the Ironborn held her arms, latterly dragging her through the Red Keep. She stared at the red wall, seeing the castle her ancestors made while Lannister Banners decorate the battlement.

A willow man Daenerys recognize greeted them at the private gate.

"Captain Euron, I see your voyage has rewarded you," the man in maester's robe said.

"Qyburn, indeed, I have. Cost me seven ships, but I have slain a dragon and caught me a fiery mermaid. A gift for the Queen." Euron praised.

Qyburn nodded, "Let me escort you to her majesty."

Euron grinned as they went up the many steps inside the Keep. Daenerys pay attention to every detail, thinking about her plan of escape. It was a long journey up, going up to the towers that faced the city. They entered the chamber where members of the Queensguard stood in black armor with an intricate pattern on the breastplate that resembled a lion's head. One that stood out was the giant. One she knew as Ser Gregor Clegane. The Mountain. The beast who slaughter a third of her family under Tywin's order.

Cersei stood on the balcony in a velvet dress with golden spaulders. Her hair cut short while a braided crown of silver and gold laid on top of her head. She didn't bother turning around, focusing what was happening in the courtyard. Daenerys could hear the sound of a massive gate opening and the sound of people.

Qyburn and Euron approached Cersei, staring out in the enclosed balcony to watch.

"Our message was well-received, then?" Cersei asked.

"Your people have heard the Usurper is coming," Qyburn answered. "They are grateful for your protection within the walls of the Red Keep."

Cersei stared at Qyburn then back to the people, "You're certain about the dragon?"

Euron stepped beside her, "I saw it sink beneath the waves."

"That must have been glorious," Cersei murmured.

Daenerys tensed and growl, for her child's death is not glorious. It was murder. She seethed, watching as Euron turned Cersei around, and bending on one knee. That was when Daenerys saw it. The dress was bulky, but it still could not disguise the belly to be that of pregnancy. Tyrion never mentioned his sister was pregnant.

"The glory is yours, my queen," he praised, taking her hand.

Cersei cradle Euron's cheek, "When the war is won, the Lion shall rule the land, the Kraken shall rule the sea…and our child shall one day rule them all."

Euron stood up, staring at Qyburn, who nodded in confirmation. Euron chuckled, gently cradling Cersei's face about to kiss her, but stop himself by pressing his hand on her belly. Daenerys watched, trying to do the math, from her experience, the shape of Cersei's swollen belly appeared to be about six to seven months. Varys stated the Ironborn did not join until after the Targaryens arrived…and based on the reports, …the numbers don't seem to add up. This baby cannot be Euron's. But watching their reaction, Euron seems like he doesn't care, only the fact he is the one who is going to raise it.

"She's coming for you," Euron murmured.

"Of course, she is," she said, then turn to the courtyard. "Keep the gates open. If she wants to take the castle, she'll have to murder thousands of innocent people first."

Cersei then made her way inside, standing in front of Daenerys. They were near to even height, yet each of their conditions, the Lioness appeared taller than the Dragon. Daenerys glared at those emerald eyes. Cersei smirked, grabbing Daenerys' face, digging her nails into dragoness cheek. Daenerys winced.

"So much for 'the Mother of Dragons.'" Cersei murmured.

"My sister will come," Daenerys growled.

"I hope she will," Cersei promised. "And I hope she will reveal the madness that lies in your family's blood."

Daenerys scowled; she knows Alysanne is not mad. Not like Viserys or her Father, or the other Targaryens who were declared crazy. However, she knew her sister has a maternal instinct to save her. But looking into Cersei's green eyes, Daenerys knew she will not live.

.o0o.

Back in Dragonstone

Drogon broke through the water and crawled his way onto the beach. The black Dragon panted, for he barely survived when falling into the water, blacking out on collision as his nose stuck out. He could not tell how long he has been unconscious. Seeing the remains of the Ironborn fleet off in the distance. Until sensing his mother was not on his back.

Drogon turned his head, trying to find Daenerys; only she was not there. His eyes dilated, using the magic that binds him to Daenerys to sense she was still alive, but in pain. He shook his body, trying to get rid of the water before taking off to save her. The moment he flapped his wings, the bolt struck deep into his shoulder. He roared in agony, flinching, causing the other bolts in his back to dig in.

His body collapsed, unable to move. So much strength has been drained from the fall. Unable to move without collapsing. Drogon roar for his brothers. He waited a moment for a response, yet none came. The black Dragon realizing his brothers were too far away. Drogon laid down, resting his head in the sand, as his body gave up to rest.

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