I LIIIIVVEEEEE!

AND ON A SATURDAY!

Take this as me saying I'm sorry for taking so long to post! I was on vacation then his with the worst case of muse-itius. Everytime I would look at this chapter I just groaned because I couldn't find the will to finish it. But I finally did. And it's done! I can't promise my chapters won't be stupid sporadic from now on but I'm trying. I'm here and I care. It's just gonna take me a bit. ALSO: I'm struggling with dragon names: so throw me some ideas in the reviews and I'll pick my three favorites for our new babies!

Valyria noticed while she was dreaming she didn't always have full control of Drogon. She would fly around for some time than she would get hungry. Or he would, she wasn't sure which one of them it was. Then he would hunt. Drogon liked sheep and Valyria was impressed on just how much he could eat. At one point he forgot to take the eggs with him, but Valyria made sure they were always with them.

Time passed oddly when she was dreaming and when she finally woke up again it was midday, but not the day she had fallen asleep.

Drogon had left her alone for a few hours while she tried to figure out how to hatch the dragon eggs. Valyria knew one thing for certain; she needed fire to hatch the eggs. So she spent some time gathering broken branches, sticks, and dry leaves to help her start a fire.

The fire Valyria built was small enough just to sit the dragon eggs inside. It was all she could carry on her own without anyone else's assistance. As much as Valyria thought she could do things on her own, she was still just a child and certain things were harder.

It took her a while to light the fire on her own, and after an hour of sitting in the little bonfire, the fire died out and the eggs still weren't hatched.

"I don't understand," Valyria was becoming a worked up and exhausted. It had been at least a week since she's had a good night's sleep or a real meal. The 6-year-old picked up the purple egg and sighed, "What did I do wrong?"

While she was sitting around feeling defeated, Drogon finally returned to her. The large dragon laid around the where she had made her little fire, he too looked like he needed some real rest.

Valyria put the egg back down and walked over to Drogon's face, hugging it as she talked, "How did it work for you, big brother?" Valyria rested her eyes for just a moment thinking about what she might have been wrong, when her answer hit her right in the face, "How did it work for you?" Valyria's eyes went wide as the idea hit her, and she rushed over to the dragon eggs. Sitting down legs crossed on the floor, Valyria thought of her mother. Once, many years ago, her mother did what she was trying to do now. She brought dragons back into the known world. Valyria closed her eyes as she tried to concentrate on what that moment might have looked like. Her mother had told her a bit of what it was like to give life to her dragons, but Valyria needed to know exactly what happened.

She needed to see exactly what happened.

Ned found himself marveling at his father's throne. He already knew that Lyaella was going to be his parents' heir, but part of him always wondered what it would be like to be king. The only way he would ever know is if Lyaella chose to not be Queen, but the little wolf already knew how much that meant to his sister. Still, Ned thought back to the day Kattra showed him visions of the future that could be, and the glimpse of him as a King.

Now he wondered if everything Kattra was telling them was a lie. A trick to get them to do something for her. His trust in her was dwindling, but after he had kissed her other feelings started brewing in his heart.

"Prince Eddard, what are you doing looking so broody," Parsley approached him, a babe in her hands. Ned always felt like his teacher had a baby in her hands, "You miss your parents don't you?"

"If my parents knew the Southern King wants them dead, why did they become King and Queen here? Why didn't they run away? They could have been rulers anywhere else and been safe," Ned turned to look at Parsley, then back to the thrones, "There's nothing here but death and betrayal."

"The west is their home," Parsley explained to him as she rocked her one year old, her eyes also looking to the thrones, "Just like it is mine… yours… your aunt's... It doesn't matter who tries to remove us from our home, because we will always fight for it. It's always that we got."

"But what if everything we are fighting for is a lie?" Ned asked as he looked up to Parsley, "What if achieving peace is impossible? Lyaella doesn't become queen and Valyria never comes home… what do we do then?"

Parsley smiled softly as she sighed, "I'm not worried about, little prince, because for as long as I've known your parents I've come to know one thing," Parsley smile got bigger as she looked back to the thrones, "There is no such thing as impossible."

Lyaella had left to Hardhome a day after getting her new tiara in the Market District. She was in love with the dragon glass tiara and wore it everywhere, so of course when she had been called to come to Hardhome to deal with a situation she brought it with her. Lyaella thought of it as a sign of the power her parents bestowed upon her while they were gone.

"Lady Regent," Lord Davos smiled as he greeted Lyaella. He and Olfred had come to great the princess as the main gate into the harbor town, "How is this week going for you, Princess?"

Lyaella smiled as she walked through the town with him, "I see why my parents have so much time to take walks, the Freelands basically run themselves."

Olfred let out a big-bellied laugh, "That we do, Princess, but that is thanks to your parents. The first King Beyond the Wall united us, sure, but it was your parents who made us get along."

"Things run smoothly because King Jon and Queen Daenerys keep the peace, and if the clans fight they settle it. If there is a problem, your parents are always right there to fix it," Davos explained to her, "Keeping the peace is the biggest part of ruling the people."

"So is that why I'm here?" Lyaella asked the two older men, "To make peace?"

"Aye, there are some problems, not even I can solve, unfortunately," Olfred growled, "Some folks just won't listen and not even the Clan Chiefs can't do anything about it. So if stubborn men won't move, you bring the big boss to move them for you." The three of them stood at the edge of one of the docks as they looked out to a ship towards the end. Lyaella could see that there was a very angry looking man pacing the dock, "The trader at the end of the dock named Fizland Coldwater, has been picking fights with the others. I've asked him to leave many times already but he's being quite the stubborn cun-" Olfred glanced down at Lyaella and chuckled, "Sorry."

Lyaella glanced up momentarily at Olfred with a smirk on her face, then back down the dock, "So what is it he's starting fights over, exactly?"

Olfred scoffed, "He claims that another trader took a very important sale from him. Hard to make trades if you refuse to go to Snowhome and see the lady in charge."

"And why's that?" Lyaella scowled.

Olfred crossed his arms over his chest, "He said he doesn't do business with children, Princess."

"Well," Lyaella adjusted her tiara and stood tall, "Let us go see if we can do something about that, shall we?"

Lyaella, Olfred, and Davos walked together down the dock to engage with the grumpy looking trader. Fizland didn't seem to be old but his face had seemed worn from all the traveling. He was a bigger man but not fat. The way he was dressed Lyaella could only describe as a poor king. The trader flaunted jewels all over his body, but his clothes were old and tattered. Upon seeing Lyaella approach him the man scoffed and turned to his ship, where he yelled to his crew who were lazing about onboard.

"You see this, lads? A man asks for a woman and they send 'em a babe," The crew chuckled at the traders' joke as he turned to face Lyaella, "What do you want, child?"

"This child is Lyaella Snowborn of the House's Stark and Targaryen, First of Her Name, Future Queen of Beyond the Wall and Daughters of Dragons," Davos explained as he introduced his princess, "And as of now the Lady Regent of the Freelands. You wanted a leader, she is it."

The trader glanced a Lyaella, his eyes making her uncomfortable, "You bleed yet, girl?"

Lyaella was taken aback by his question, "I'm sorry?"

Fizland then turns back to Davos, rolling his eyes as he did so, "Ah, so you did bring me a child?"

"She is our princess, and you will be treating her with respect," Olfred growled at Lyaella's defense.

"Or what? You going to ruin my day more than has been?" Fizland snapped, "I was promised a visit with the King, not his runt! Now, because of your father, I'm losing out on gold that rightfully belongs to me!"

"My father did not promise you anything! You came here to get an honest trade just like everyone else who comes to Hardhome. I am truly sorry that my parents were not here to greet you but if it's king's money you wanted you are always welcome to sail South," Lyaella spoke in a manner that you never would have expected to come out of Freechild. Davos smirked at how royal she sounded as she reprimanded the bitter trader, "You have two choices, you can either take your goods to Snowhome and do business with the Freefolk or you can remove yourself from my kingdom."

The look on Fizland's face as Lyaella yelled at him was absolutely baffled, and his crew had all moved to the edge of the ship to get a better view of what was going on. Fizland and Lyaella's argument starting to gather a crowd, "Your kingdom? Ha! I'm sorry, did you become Queen while you strolled down the docks?"

"You better watch your tone when you address Princess Lyaella," Olfred put his hand on the hilt of his sword and stepped closer to Fizland, his actions making the trading crew very on edge.

Fizland stood face to face with Olfred, his own hand on the hilt of his sword, "She's not my princess, last I checked."

"No, but the last I checked Hardhome is part of the Freelands, where my parents are King and Queen and their words are law," Lyaella got between the men and pushed Fizland away with a finger. The man backed off, rather than daring to strike the royal child then and there, "And until they return, right now my word is law."

Fizland glared back at his crew, then back to Lyaella, "I don't fear a child I can kill with my cock."

At the sound of his disgusting reply, Olfred drew his sword and went in to strike Fizland but Lyaella raised her hand to stop him. The almost brawl attracted more men to rush over to the dock to aid the princess, and the trader's crew also crept off the boat to defend their boss. Lyaella did her best to keep a strong composure as she defended herself, as she knew she should, "You make look at me and see just a child, but I am far from it. Dragon's blood runs through my veins, my heart fuelled by fire and my skin crafted from ice. I am not and will never be just a child, and if you dare disrespect me or my family again I will strike you down myself!"

Fizland pointed to the lack of weapons on her person, "And with what weapon will you strike me? An imaginary sword?"

"Dragons don't need sword's," Lyaella scowled, "Now get back on your ship and off of my shore."

Fizland scoffed, looking back at his ship but then noticing the ever-growing crowd of Freefolk and Unsullied growing on the docks. Each one of them looked ready to fight for their princess if needed. Just like her parents, Lyaella also had the will and passion that inspired others and rallied them for her cause. Seeing that he was becoming alarmingly outnumbered by the minute, Fizland decided to retreat back onto his ship and prepare his crew to take off. Lyaella watched as Fizland bitterly prepped his ship with a smirk on her face, proud of herself and her ability to act like a Queen.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen of the blood of Old Valyria. I am the Dragon's daughter and I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming."

"You will not hear me scream."

"I will, but It is not your screams I want, only your life."

Valyria walked slowly through the Khalasar of her mother's past, she could see the looks on their faces. They all wanted to trust her, though many of them looked skeptical. In their eyes, she was just a woman whose husband was once Khal. How would she feed them? How would she protect them? Valyria had heard the story before but had not understood the true extent of what had happened until she was standing there watching it for herself. She took her time approaching her mother, watching as a young Daenerys lit the funeral pyre. Valyria was surprised to see such a younger version of her mother; not that her mother was old, but the version of her who stood there now didn't know the extent of war the way she does now.

This Daenerys didn't truly know death the way she does now.

As the younger Daenerys walked into the burning pyre the world seemed to stand still. Valyria could see the panic and confusion on everyone's faces; including the Westerosi knight standing at the front of the crowd. They did not yet know her as 'The Unburnt' and must have thought her mother as mad; as any sane man would. No matter what it was they thought, no one tried to stop Daenerys from entering the flames. Valyria stepped towards the funeral pyre trying to get a batter look at what really happened. Under the sound of the witch's chants turn screaming, she could hear the crackling of the fire but there was also something else. A different kind of crack and bang similar to that of crashing thunder. Creeping closer, she could start to see the shell of the dragon eggs crack. This was the moment, the birth of her dragons.

Now Valyria understood exactly what she needed: a greater fire.

"We have been riding for two days now, there is nothing out there," Jon grumbled, he was agitated and sick of the humid weather. Most of all, Jon missed his youngest and was very anxious to find her and bring her home. He wanted to be back North with all his children, where he felt truly a home.

"Be patient my King, the Lord will show us the way but you must give him the chance to do so," Kinvara explained as the rode, "Not everything happens in the snap of the fingers. Sometimes he waits for just the right moment."

"And what moment is that, exactly?" Jon growled. He can head Daenerys ride up next to him.

Daenerys reached out to put a hand on her husband, "We are not leaving the East without our daughter, Jon, have patience."

Jon tried to be patient but Daenerys could see the anxiety building up in his face, it has been a long time since they had seem Valyria. Any other six year old would not survive alone for such a long time but their daughter was different. Much like her aunt Arya she was strong willed and cunning.

Jon hoped that was all she needed to survive.

"There my King! My Queen! Do you see it now!' Kinvara shouted as she pointed into the distance. Jon and Daenerys turned around and could see a large smoke forming I'm the horizon. Something far away was burning, and it must of been big for the smoke clouds that were forming.

"Valyria!" Jon shouted as he and Daenerys rushed off, Kinvara not far behind them. They rode hard and fast, the smoke getting larger and closer as they approached its origin point. It didn't not take them too long to finally find where the fire was coming from, and in their field of view they could see Drogon adding flame to a massive bonfire.

The three adults dismounted their horses as they approached the massive dragon, Daenerys being the first to rush towards him, "Drogon, Stop!" She yelled in High Valyrian, and her scaled son listened.

"Where is she?" Jon shouted as he stood side by side with Daenerys.

Just before Daenerys could reply they could hear a crying sound from the fire. It was human, and it was not Drogon. Daenerys was the only one who had recognized the cry from long ago. Her heart skipped a beat as Daenerys stepped closer to the fire, "Valyria!?" She called out desperately the first time and calmly the second, *Valyr-"

Her words were cut off as another cry filled the air, and Daenerys clasped her hands over her mouth. From the fire emerged their youngest, all her clothes burned off her body and against her skin rested three baby dragons. Beautiful and small the way her boys once we're, the little dragons were all different colors. There were two in Valyria's hands, one first silver with a gold tint in their wings and the other grey and soft red. The last baby dragon was a deep purple, with black in their wings, this dragon sat on her shoulder. The purple dragon cried out a dragons screech, and Drogon replied to it's call.

Jon and Daenerys looked to Kinvara, who was standing there with a sly and proud smile on her face, than back at each. Daenerys was the first to reply, a smile on her face,

"Blood of my blood."