"𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞"
What if Daenerys Targaryen had a twin, and this twin was taken to Winterfell. The wildest of the Targaryens was raised in the north in secret. A dragon raised among wolves, trying to survive the game of th...
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"Water, Blood of my blood," Akharo told Rhaella, offering his skin of water, which she took gladly. After hours riding Dany and Rhaella had decided to stop for a couple of minutes, but the Unsullied kept marching, otherwise they would never get there.
The road to Meereen was hard, Rhaella's face and shoulders were burned, and her lips were cracked, Akharo told her his father had told him that the sun burned pink people's skin, but he had never seen someone as red as she was.
"Here," the dothraki man said, placing a mantle on her shoulders so they wouldn't get more burned. There was no word for 'thank you' in dothraki, so the girl only smiled and nodded to Akharo.
"He likes you princess," Missandei told the girl.
"He is dothraki, he likes anything that doesn't have a cock," Rhaella said and smiled at her friend, who laughed at her.
All of a sudden the Unsullied stopped marching and some of them shouted things in Valyrian, which Rhaella could not understand. This attracted her sister's attention as well, who gestured to her and started to walk to the where the soldiers had stopped. Arriving at where the line of Unsullied started, Rhaella saw Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan staring at something, as she got closer to see what they were looking at she realized it wasn't something, but someone. A little girl's corpse tied to what looked like a cross, with one arm bent over her stomach, and the other arm was tied to a piece of wood, pointing to a direction.
Rhaella took a deep breath before looking at the little girl again, a child, no more than 10 years old, dead with a collar around her neck, the symbol of slaves. The princess could see how much the sight affected everyone, she could see the horror in Missandei's expression, and even in Grey Worm's.
"There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen," Ser Jorah told the Targaryen sisters.
"How many miles are there between here and Meereen?" Dany asked.
"163, Your Grace," Ser Jorah answered.
"I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this," Ser Barristan told his queen.
"You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar before you bury her," Dany said, and Rhaella did not need to see her sister's face to know she had fire in her eyes, and she knew they had the same thing in mind, the masters would pay.
After the horrible sight, the sister's continued riding to Meereen, with fury brewing inside of Rhaella and Dany, at every mile they saw the face of another dead child, and with every child the anger got bigger inside of the girls. And with every dead child corpse Rhaella saw, the more convinced she was that the dragon inside of her was awakening, and the masters would pay with fire and blood.
