Prologue

Drogon gently grips his mother with his claws then proceeds to take flight, leaving Jon to stand alone in the demolished throne room. Drogon headed towards a place him and his mother would be welcomed and set right, Volantis. Home to the Temple of the Lord of Light. Home to the red priestess who pledged herself and who fully believes that Daenerys Stormborn is the chosen one, prophesied to save the world.

The night was dark when Kinvara heard the forced air beneath heavy wings above her, followed by shaking of the ground. She slowly made her way to the courtyard to find a fully grown dragon, black with red undertones, seemingly waiting for her. She stopped at the entrance, not gripped by fear but curiosity. A creature, a gift of the lord of light has come seeking her, but why? The dragon shifts, moving his wings in a backwards direction revealing the answer. On the ground, laid a white haired woman, several days post mortem. Unbeknownst to her, Kinvara had made steps towards the body, only to recognize it as the prophesized dragon queen. She could feel her stomach drop at the realization that the one who was to be the light, to save the world from eternal darkness, was dead at her feet. The red priestess dropped to her knees, eyes scanning Daenerys. Her skin was a pale grey color with the moisture pulled from it causing a rippling effect to her skin. Her eyes had sunken into her skull and her hair was dull, void of any life. Kinvara refused to have her prophecy not come to terms, to fail the Lord of Light.

She drew in a deep breath, holding back the tears in her eyes. Kinvara looked up at the dragon, who in returned was watching her intently. "I will get my things." Kinvara spoke and with that rose to gather her equipment.

With the help of some servants, Kinvara was able to get Daenerys onto a table inside the temple and strip her of the remaining articles of clothing. Though the decaying process had not been kind to the dragon queen, the red priestess could make out where the deathly blade had ended her life. A knife in the heart, what a way to end someone who only acted with her heart. She reached over to grab a rag floating in a basin of water and began cleaning the body with long, soft strokes. Cleansing it of any impurities; dirt, mud, dried blood. She recited a verse as strands of hair were cut from various regions of the body and thrown into a burning flame. Two other priestess walk in, carry a drum filled with elongated pieces of cloth, drenched in a green paste. Kinvara bowed her head ever so slightly, dismissing the two. She took a piece from the drum, cradling it in her hands before moving on. "Zyhys onoso jehikagon Aeksiot epi, se gis hen syndrorro jemagon" she chanted as she began to wrap the cloth around Daenerys hand and up her arm. The red priestess repeated her chants until Daenerys was covered and fully wrapped in cloth. "Zyhys perzys stepagon Aeksio Ono jorepi, se morghultas lys qelitsos sikagon. Hen syndrorro, onos. Hen nugir, perzys. Hen morghot, glaeson." Placing her hands on the body, drawing in a deep breath and her closing her eyes. She opened her eyes to gazed down at Daenerys, smiling softly. "We will see each other again, my Dragon Queen." Kinvara left the room, closing the door behind her. She would not disrupt the process, she would allow all the time the Lord of Light and the Dragon Queen needed.

Four days later, Kinvara returned to the room after a voice from the flames showed her a dragon rising from the ashes. Wings extending, fire escaping from its jaws. Opening the door, she saw Daenerys unchanged and unmoved from where she last left her. A smile could not help but crawl across her face. She placed the lantern down on the stand beside the table. She gently began removing and unraveling the cloth from Daenerys head and face. White hair fell, hanging off the edge of the table with a new vibrancy. "Sīmonagon bē, Dāria Zaldrīzoti."

Eyelids flew open as Daenerys purple eyes took in the unknown ceiling above. More confused than anything, she rose to a sitting position to find herself wrapped in multiple layers of cloth. She was embraced by a woman standing next to her. This woman was wearing a deep red dress that silhouetted her figure, flowing down to the ground accompanied by a metal necklace holding a gemstone at its center. The color of her hair matched the heat of her dress and her eyes mirrored admiration.

"It has been a long time my Dragon Queen." The red priestess whispered with a warm smile.

"I beg your pardon, but who are you?" Daenerys replied still not finding the resolve she was looking for.

"My apologizes, your grace. I am Kinvara, High Priestess of the Red Temple of Volantis." Kinvara responded with a slight bow of the head and bend in her knees.

"You are the high priestess who assisted us at Meereen." Daenerys beamed a smile towards the red priestess.

"I am. And I will continue to serve the Lord of Lights wishes, to see that you remake this world." Kinvara placed a hand on Daenerys.

Daenerys returned the gesture by placing her other hand on Kinvaras. "So you have followed me all the way to Westeros? Your Lord of Light must have something important planned." Daenerys felt a sense of relief knowing she still had followers in the far reaches of the world.

"My queen, this is not Westeros. You are in Volantis." Kinvara placed another hand on Daenerys in an attempt to calm to pending storm inside.

A sharp pain was felt in Daenerys chest and she gasped "Jon..." Her hand automatically went to the site where he drove a dagger into her heart. Jon. The one whom she had almost loved as much as Kal Drogo. So many emotions filled her at one time. Pain. Hurt. Anger. Sadness. Rage. She could not stop the tears from running down her face. "He betrayed me. We could have broken the wheel together but he betrayed me." Daenerys had zoned out, staring off into the distance. She was brought out of her trance by the purring of a familiar reptile. Her head jerked to the side to see Drogon peering through the window at her. Her body screamed to get up, to run to him but she was halted by the priestess at the table side.

"My queen, allow me to unburden you of these before you attempt getting up. And I recommend taking it slow, you have been dead for over a week now." Kinvara began undoing the wrappings one arm at a time while instructing other servants to bring Daenerys a clean set of clothes.

'I have been dead for over a week now?' Daenerys thought. The gravity of that sentence did not hit her as much as the revelation that Jon was the one to cause her demise. Her mind could only race through what may have happened to him following her death. Did Greyworm find Jon with his dagger thrusted into her chest or did Westeros name him King for being the rightful ruler, no doubt due to Sansa and Varys doing. She will return to Westeros. She will confront Jon and those who conspired against her. And she will sit on the iron throne. If anything could be made of her resurrection, is that the Gods have commanded her presence on the iron throne.

Daenerys heeded the warning the red priestess gave about taking it slow. She noticed the considerable amount of energy it took to merely bath and dress herself. The paste that covered her body seemed to be soaked up by her skin and was relatively difficult to remove. She decided sitting on the balcony just outside her room would suffice as she could not imagine trying to walk down a flight of stairs at this point. Discovering a bench at the edge would allow her to be close to Drogon and at the same time give her a place to rest. Drogon leaned in towards his mother, blowing puffs through his nostrils. Daenerys struggled to raise a hand to his muzzle, reaching for the warmth of his skin against hers.

Noticing his mothers physical weakness, Drogon proceeded to lay his head on the balcony. Daenerys embraced Drogon, placing her head on the side of his cheekbone. Though most people would find the roughness of his scales uncomfortable, it reminded Daenerys of home, of family. Within seconds Daenerys had lost consciousness and fallen asleep on Drogon. Only the brightness of the sun and sound of nearby birds awoke Daenerys as Drogon had remained still throughout the night. She glanced around before registering where she was. Drogon extended his neck upwards and his wings laterally, stretching in the morning air. She noticed he was sluggish in his movements when an idea came to mind. When was the last time he ate? If it took him roughly one week to fly to Volantis and has been stationed outside her room for the last three days, he has gone without food for almost two weeks now.

"Go find food Drogon. Eat." Daenerys gently spoke. In comprehension, Drogon took off into the atmosphere above.

Kinvara entered the room holding a platter of food consisting of bread, fresh fruit and a jug of wine. "I thought you might be hungry." She said, raising the platter and her shoulders. Daenerys shifted to one end of the bench making room for Kinvara to place the platter between them. Daenerys picked through the food, pulling a couple pieces from the platter. She nibbled on the bits she had pulled and to be honest she was not in an eating mood.

"I do love mornings. The smells from the bakery is basically the only reason I get out of bed." Kinvara smiled causing Daenerys to give a soft giggle. "The baker he makes these cookies you see, and he makes them into all kinds of different animals. I think my most favorite is the legendary cow cookie" Kinvara could not help but laugh a little. "To be honest, I think it looks like a pig with horns and miniature legs." Both of the women broke into laughter. The moment was pure and void of any political posing that had been necessary for the past years. Daenerys went back to picking at the food in front of her, avoiding forced conversation.

"So tell me about this Jon?" Kinvara asked "Do not tell me a man was the cause of me finding Daenerys Stormborn dead in my court yard." Plopping a grape into her mouth, waiting for Daenerys answer.

"When I met Jon, he was just named King in the North. Though our first meeting consisted of political tactics, I felt we were in the midst of a dance between statements. His wavy black hair was pulled into a bun in the back and his eyes, his eyes were the warmest brown you had ever seen. And when he looks at you, you just feel safe. You feel like nothing could harm you when he is around." A small side smile escaped but Daenerys quickly regained herself. "He convinced me to go North to fight the army of the dead. We nearly lost everything in that battle, Dorthraki, Unsullied, North Men, Rhageal, our advisors. But once the battle was won, he stayed true to his word and marched his men south to King Landings to fight for me. I guess he could not handle the dragon because the next thing I know, he is sliding a dagger into my heart." She had to clenched her jaw to stop the tears from forming. Regardless of how much anger she felt, the pain that someone she loved and trusted could betray her that easily was hard to swallow.

"Well there is nothing a little wine can fix." Kinvara grabbed two glasses and filled them to the brim with wine. She raised the glass to Daenerys, "Jon has no idea what he lost." Daenerys raised her glass then moved it to her lips, draining the liquid into her mouth.

Kinvara stands after finishing her glass, "I am sure you are tired of my presence already. There are some things I must attend to but if you require anything just notify those in the hall and they would be glad to get you anything." She walks out of the room, leaving the platter of food and wine on the bench.

Daenerys could feel her strength return throughout the day. Walking seemed less like running and standing was more bearable. She came across a garden located on the far end of the temple, a rainbow of color the exploded all around her as she roamed the paths. It reminded her of the time Dario brought her flowers, though she knew he used a political reason for personal gains, his message was informative. Dario. The Dorthraki. Her Unsullied. She wondered what happened to them after her death and hoped they were well.

Kinvara found Daenerys standing at the end of the pier overlooking the ships in the harbor and Drogon flying above. She made her way to the queens side, briefly glancing at her before looking out towards the bay. "How are you doing, your grace?"

"I feel so alone." Daenerys replies bluntly. "My closest allies are dead. My closest friends are dead. My lovers are gone. My family is dead. I do not even know if my unsullied or dorthraki know where I am or that I am alive."

"Do you think they would have stayed in Westeros in your absence?" Kinvara questioned.

"I do not know why they would. I am the reason they went to Westeros in the first place. They do not view it as home and I do not think they ever will." Daenerys continued to watch fisherman pull nets filled with fish from the water into their boats.

After a moment of silence Kinvara noted, "If not Westeros, then where else?"

Daenerys thought about her answer, confident in one but unsure of the other. "The dothraki would return to the great plains of Essos and I feel my unsullied may have made their home in Naath, where my translator was from. My commander and her grew quite fond of each other." The thought of them together warmed her heart. Their innocent relationship was similar to a young girl and boy who did not know any better.

Kinvara furrowed her eyebrows at the response. "Are your unsullied native to Naath?"

"No, I bought them from the Masters in Astapor. Why?" The question drew Daenerys attention away from the fishermen.

"Your unsullied would be dead the moment they step foot in Naath." Sadness coated Kinvara face.

Fear gripped Daenerys as an unseen fate laid in wait for her unsullied. "What do you mean?"

"Naath is the home of a deadly butterfly which the natives have become immune to. Any outsider who is not already immune, would die shortly after coming into contact with the insect." Kinvara stated.

Daenerys suddenly became nauseated and lightheaded, a hand instinctively went to her stomach. She could feel her face flush as she looked at Kinvara. "Is there any way to contact them?"

Kinvara nodded. "I will send out ravens to Naath. If there is any news of your unsullied, we will know."

"Thank you" Daenerys replied. Kinvara squeezed Danerys hand before heading back to the temple.

Daenerys sat down at the end of the pier which allowed her feet to skim across the waters surface. Bent over, tears fell from her face into the liquid below. Everything she held near. Everything she ever loved. Every thing she ever cared about was ripped away and smashed into pieces in front of her. She sniffed one last time as her tear ducts went dry. She was tired. Tired of losing. Tired of the pain. And she thought, no more. No more death. No more pain. She will do it herself if that is what it takes. Looking down at her reflection in the water she thought, 'What is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targeryen made of?' She looked up at Drogon flying above. 'Fire and Blood.'

...

Daenerys made hot bath, with waves of stream swaying into the air. Burnt flesh was never an issue for her nor did she mind the burning temperatures. She poured a liquid soap into the bath causing bubbles to form at the top. She stepped into the tub, sitting against the far end. She had grabbed the nearest sponge and proceeded to scrub her arms when Kinvara entered.

"My apologizes, your grace." Kinvara quickly looked to the ground.

"Please, come in." People seeing her naked was something she was quite accustom to and it rarely affected her.

Kinvara approached the tub holding a rolled up scroll in her hands. "I bring news from Naath." Daenerys looked towards the red priestess with a sense of hope but also a sense of inevitability. "Your unsullied were seen docking at the ports of Naath but they all have succumbed to or are in the process of... They arrived not three days ago. I am sorry my Queen. I wish I could bring you better news."

Daenerys was entranced by her fingers as they danced along the edges of the tub, avoiding eye contact with the priestess. She was doing her best to put on a face in front of her. "Any word on the dothraki?"

"Um, well since they do not reside in one location specifically, they were a bit more challenging to track down. Several accounts state they saw small dothraki clans riding across the plains again." Kinvara swallowed unsure as to how Daenerys would take that information.

"The dothraki never belonged in Westeros. They served me well and in return shall remain untouched, to live in the plains as they see fit. As for my unsullied, they deserved better. They deserved a full life but that is hard to come by for anyone like them." Daenerys gazed up at Kinvara, "Thank you for this information." She went back to watching her fingers fiddle.

Kinvara watched her with concerned eyes. "Your grace, if I may?" gesturing towards the tub. Daenerys only replied with a smile.

"Your grace. The lord of light chooses those to carry out his wishes for a reason. They are chosen because of the battles they must face and the strength needed to see through those battles. That is why you, Daenerys Stormborn were chosen. Because of the strength he sees inside of you. You were chosen by the Lord of Light to remake this world and with the tools he has given you, purge it of all the nonbelievers. You and you alone hold this burden, but it is a burden the lord knows you can bare. Though your past is covered in darkness, the path in front of you is filled with light." Kinvara stands, bowing her slightly. "Your grace." Then exits the room.

Daenerys watches as the red priestess leaves the room and is left to contemplate her words and the meaning behind them.

The next morning Daenerys strolled through the market looking for a merchant. She wore a weathered green dress that left her arms bare with a tan hijab covering her head. Here she could walk through the streets and take in all the sounds and smells without being recognized or threatened. Children chased each other while their mothers yelled after them. Daenerys finally eyed the merchant she had been searching for and approached just as the merchant was finishing business with another.

"Hello miss, what brings you out this fine day?" Sweat coated his forehead and ran down the sides of his face. His teeth glowed compared to his sun kissed skin.

Daenerys replied, "I am looking to have something custom made. I have the coin."

Intrigued the man agreed and proceeded to do the necessary fittings. "How long do you think it will take?" Daenerys asked as she exited the shop, handing him a down payment of coin.

"Come back in a week and we will see how it fits." Counting the deposit then placing it in his coin pouch.

Daenerys returned to the temple to find the red priestess stroking the muzzle of Drogon in the temple court yard.

"Your grace, I believe your dragon was looking for you." Kinvara gave a smile at Daenerys who was making her ways towards the two.

She placed a hand on Drogons neck, rubbing and giving him a few good pats. As she watched him, a thought appeared. "I need to do more to protect those close to me." Daenerys whispered so softly even Kinvara could not make out what she said. She began walking to the back end of Drogon, dragging her hand across his body. Scanning and surveying the dragon up and down, fully walking around him entirely. "If you do not mind but I think I am going to take him for a ride. It has been too long since I have felt the wind across my face."

Kinvara took a few steps back, "Of course, you grace." She watched as Daenerys used Drogons arm to climb onto his back and place herself between his shoulders. Drogon raised up onto his hind legs, stretching his wings out. With a strong push of his legs and a downward thrust of his wings, he was lifted into the air. Daenerys observed and took note of how his muscles moved as she steered him from left to right. How her weight shifted with his movements. She will not lose another child, that she would make sure of.

The following week was filled with walks in the garden, enlightening talks with the red priestess, and flights with Drogon. If she did not feel the immense need to fulfill her destiny, she would be content with living the rest of her days in the warmth of the Volantis sun and the laughs of the child in the street. Having no one identify her in the streets and be able to live a life in peace amongst others, there was a sense of calm about it. But she had to remind herself of those who lost their lives to see her sit on the iron throne. For those she had lost and for herself, she would return to Westeros to take what is hers, to claim the iron throne.

She returned to the merchant seven days later with a gracious smile. "Do you have my order finished?"

"Yes, yes my lady. Come see. Come see." The gentlemen excitedly waved Daenerys into his store, leading her towards his finished product.

Her mouth opened and she could not help but grin. It was breathtaking and just as Viserys described when they were little. She brushed her hand down the front, making it more real. Glancing back at the merchant she says, "It is perfect."

Kinvara heard bustling and whispers through the temple, proceeding to head towards the courtyard to find the source.

Daenerys with the help of several servants were strapping a massive chest piece onto the front of Drogon. It covered the entirety of his chest, allowing room for his wings to have maximal range. Neck pieces consisting of three metal plates were laced together with a leather strap, cascading down Drogons neck to meet in junction with the larger chest segment. A head piece was already placed which gave him a more elegant look. It flowed down the center of his face and radiated back under his eyes. The blacksmith who Daenerys had hired, incorporated designs into the head piece making it more stunning. Completing the look Daenerys had placed a pelvis piece that laid across the top of his hips with side flaps covering his thighs. The final article of armor Kinvara was unsure if they were for protection or more offensive purposes. Strapped to Drogons lower hind legs were reverse shin guards with curved daggers protruding from them.

Kinvara made a few nervous paces towards Daenerys as she thanked the numerous servants for assisting her. "That is quite a sight." Gawking at Drogon.

Quite proud of her work, she beamed up at Drogon, "I swore to never lose another child and this will ensure he does not meet the same fate as his brothers. He will need to get use to the added weight but..." Distracted by her excitement. "Oh, I also incorporated something for myself." She walked over, reaching up to grip the stir-up to a makeshift saddle placed between Drogons wings.

"So you plan to return to Westeros?" Kinvara added

Daenerys looked back at Kinvara, stepping towards her as her head was tilted down. "I do, I do plan on returning to Westeros."

Kinvara clasped both of Daenerys hands in hers. "The lord of light will always show you the way and when the world is in darkness, shower it with your light."

"Thank you, for everything you have done. I will never forget it." Daenerys smiled at Kinvara, squeezing her hands before turning away. She climbed onto Drogon, placing her feet into the stir-ups and gripping the now handle bars in front of her. On cue Drogon took off towards the direction of Westeros, towards the Red Keep and her destiny.