Chapter 188 [Vault]

Title - HOTD: The Mother of Dragons Reborn | Chapter 1 | Female MC

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[1st POV]

I had died. The stranger had claimed me, the warmth of death overwhelming. I had died at the hands of a man that was my own Nephew, a man that I was fond of, that I had laid with. A man that I had been prepared to marry, solely for the good of the realm.

And he had killed me.

Jon Snow, Aegon Targaryen, had killed me.

…I suppose I should be angry, furious, rage filled. But…now as I remember the words, the things I had done, the death of the woman that I cared for as more than just a mere subject…I deserved death.

500,000 thousand people had lived in Kings Landing, and I had burned it to the ground, hundreds of thousands with it. Innocent men, women, and children, the ones that I was meant to protect, to be the Queen of, and I had killed them, no different than my mad father, no different than Cersei Lannister.

My son would be alone…my little Drogon. But…I deserve this, for what I had done, for allowing my own rage, my own madness to overwhelm me.

I suppose the House of the Dragon was fated to fall, the last of the Valyrians were to die out, none more to come.

Dying not in Fire, Blood, and War, but with a single dagger to the heart, and the whispers of a man that loved me, even if I did not love him.

I do not regret my actions, at least, not the ones before the burning. I do not regret burning slave masters, nor killing lords and masters that deserved death. But I do regret things, not learning how to defend myself, relying upon my dragons, upon my trusted allies.

If only I had learned to wield a blade, perhaps my friends wouldn’t all be dead. Perhaps I wouldn’t be dead. Barristan, Jorah, Missandei, they’d all be alive, had I not relied so very much on them, had I learned more than just fucking politics and manipulation.

I was a dragon, unlike my brother, and yet, I did not battle like a dragon would. I battled like a coward, sitting back and watching as others battled for me, or as my dragons did.

I, Daenerys Targaryen, was a coward.

Running all my life, lying to myself about many many things. My own attraction to…the fairer sex being one of them, the fact that I didn’t want the Iron Throne being the other. I never wanted it, I far preferred the happiness of fleeing those that were chained, conquering cities run by monsters in human skin, and ruling over them, not as a dictator or a monster, but as a Queen, a proper one.

And yet even then, I left them behind, so that another set of chains and collars may be put on them.

A mistake that was, the greatest I had ever made.

But now I sit here, in some sort of dark abyss, a hell made for me, for my transgressions, for my monstrous acts. Fitting, truly. A great flame that was meant to change the world, dying out as nothing but a flicker in an endless abyss of nothingness.

Or so I thought.

As soon, after who knows how many days, fortnights, moons, something had changed.

Flames flickered around me. Not just one, or two, but 14.

And realization dawned upon me.

My knowledge on old Valyria was…lacking, as I am ashamed to admit. But even I could see the signs of what this was.

The 14 Flames, The Old Gods of Valyria.

I knew not all of their names, only the most well known ones. Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, Syrax, and Carraxes.

And from the 14 flickers of flames, I saw symbols. Ancient, powerful, Valyrian in design.

I couldn’t hope to understand them, but I could understand the whispers that began to accompany them, as if the Gods themselves spoke to me, told me of what was to come, a gift, perhaps.

“Change the past, to change the future”

”Blessed you shall be”

”Last of our power”

”Children will return”

”No blade shall be impossible to learn”

”No art unmastered”

”14 gifts, 14 blessings”

”Old faces return, to serve their Queen”

”Free them, Breaker of Chains”

”Stop the Dance, Stop the fall”

“The tower cannot stand, nor can the false scholars”

”Conquer as you wish, for you are a dragon”

“Dragons bow before no one”

”Be reborn, Mother of Dragons, and show them the might of Old Valyria”

As the words of the 14 Gods reached me, as I heard their ancient, powerful, and impossible voices, I could only utter two words. Words that will forever remain with me.

“…I promise”

And thus, the abyss was no more, and what replaced the 14 flames, was the light of the world, and the sight of a man and woman looking down upon me.

“Isn’t she beautiful, husband?” A voice echoed in my ears, one unknown to me. And yet so very warm…comforting.

“She is, our first child…our daughter, our little Daenerys Targaryen” The other man spoke, as I gazed at him, his eyes full of love and happiness, the sort I had never seen before.

So this was the love of a father…

I suppose I like it.

And thus began my life anew, as Daenerys Targaryen, not the last of my House, not a Queen banished from my kingdom, but as the Princess of Westeros, daughter of Viserys Targaryen and Aemma Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons reborn anew.

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[5 Years Later | 92 AC] [5 Years before the Birth of Rhaenyra Targaryen]

…Gods did I hate the maester. Gods had I grown tired of the Red Keep, and Gods did I underestimate how much of a bore being a princess of Westeros would be.

My life, my new life, had started out…interestingly.

I had been born to Aemma Targaryen, mother of the “Black Queen Rhaenyra” when she was much younger than she was when she would inevitably have Rhaenyra, 10 years in fact. Making her but a teenager.

Disgusting it was, but that was the way of the world.

After being reborn into this…past, the time of the Dance, I had almost immediately noticed several things about myself. New things, welcome ones, to be certain.

For one, my mind. It was sharper than before, faster, I understood and learned things much faster than before, a blessing of the gods for certain.

Another was the egg laid with me, my egg, my dragon.

Agarrax

A white dragon with bright violet eyes akin to mine. A girl, from what I could tell.

My daughter, I had decided at the time. My fourth dragon child, the other three somewhere in this world, waiting for me to claim them. If the 14 flames were to be believed of course.

I did believe.

Aggarax had turned out to be the most…interesting of my children.

Growing just as fast as any of them did, rapidly, free from the dragon pit like they were. Perhaps on par with my eldest son Drogon, who had grown faster than any dragon had in this era. I wonder how big he shall be when I see him next, hopefully big enough for what will inevitably come.

The Dance was…not a topic I was ever happy to hear. To hear that Rhaenyra Targaryen, what was to be my little sister, had spread her legs to a man and bore bastards was…aggravating.

I did not hate her, no, far from it. I understood, after all her husband, if the rumors were to be believed, preferred the touch of another man. But to do it with a non Valyrian? Not even a Velaryon?

Foolish, truly foolish.

And it wasn’t going to happen here, for it was that act that had started the dance, that had led to it all. Or at the very least, it was a large contribution to what would start the downfall of the House of the dragon.

So no, I did not hate her, I just thought she was an idiot.

My studies under the Maester were…a bore. My mind understood and comprehended faster than it ever did before, and with my knowledge from my previously life, it was quite easy to understand and remember these teachings.

I far preferred the idea of training with the blade, to learn something that I had ignored in my past life. Foolish that was, my trusted friend Jorah died for it.

But not in this time, not in this life. I would train, I would learn, and I would become a better swordsman, a better warrior, than any before me. Better than Daemon the Rogue Prince, my uncle. Better than Aegon, better than even those that come later, Aemon the Dragonknight, Ser Arthur Dayne, even the Kingslayer.

Better than them all.

I had already begun to plan, to strategize what to do.

Plans that involved conquering that which I had in my past life, that which I had abandoned so foolishly. Slavers Bay would be no more within the next ten years, for I would conquer it once more, and I would do it at the age of 14, younger than my last life, but I had to start earlier for what I needed, had to do.

My new parents were…interesting enough. My father was a kind man, too kind for what was to come, a fool some say, and they would be right. But…he was still my father.

My mother was kind, but not foolish. She was…she was the first in this life that I had truly come to love, my father coming second. The first to worm their way into my heart, besides my daughter, Aggarax of course.

“Princess, are you listening?” The Grand Maester asked, as I was pulled from my thoughts. Thoughts that involved the conquering of several of the Free Cities, a necessity for the future.

Volantis and Qohor would fall at my hands, should I have my children by then. As would many others.

“Yes, Mellos. You were speaking of the field of fire, correct?” I asked, my childish charm being used to my advantage as the man stopped his anger, and smiled, pleased.

Lying was quite easy as a child, I had found. Children were easy to trust, and hard to see as liars. A good thing for me, that was, advantageous in a lot of circumstances.

I could lie about a lot of things to get what I truly want, I can plot, I can scheme, and one would be the wiser. Being a child was not fun most of the time, especially when the time comes in which my father will try to sell me off to the highest bidder, but…

Until then, I shall live my life. I shall plan, and when the right time comes…

The Mother of Dragons will return to Essos

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That’s the end of the chapter!

One of my HOTD ideas, I’ve got a couple more that I’ll be making, before I go to GOT next.

Who should the love interest for this fic be?

This’ll be the last chapter for today (Tuesday) as I’m tired.

Anyways, have a good day!