Ella Snow and her twin brother are outsiders in the house of their father, Lord Eddard Stark. Ella has no one else in the world, except her brother Jon. Join Ella on her journey as she uncovers truths that could destroy her and those she loves.
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Ella, Jon, and Davos traipsed behind the Dothraki as they ushered the trio into the throne room of Dragonstone. Tyrion and Missandei took their places in front of their queen as the guards shut the large iron doors behind them. In that moment, Ella laid eyes on the dragon queen, a long silver haired beauty with vibrant blue eyes. Her skin as pale as snow and cheeks as pink as the dresses Sansa wore as a little girl. Ella stood next to Jon, taken aback by the beauty of the girl sitting on the stony throne. And Ella thought Cersei Lannister was beautiful when she saw her in Winterfell all those years ago.
"You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen," her advisor began, "rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and first Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Breaker of Chains, the Unburnt." Ella averted her gaze from the dragon queen, instantly becoming intimidated at the long list of titles Daenerys Targaryen possessed.
Ella saw Davos step forward from behind her and introduce them. "This is Miss Ella and her brother, Jon Snow. He's King in the North." This statement did not impress the Dragon Queen, as she glared at Ella, causing her to slide behind Jon. She fought beyond the Wall and killed a white walker. Yet, Daenerys Targaryen frightened her.
"Thank you for traveling so far, my Lord, my Lady. I hope the seas weren't too rough," Daenerys shared a smile with Jon.
"The winds were kind, your Grace," Jon said, ignoring the fact that Daenerys did not address him as king.
"Apologies, I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know," Davos stepped forward, "but Jon Snow is King in the North. He's not a lord."
"Forgive me," Daenerys began.
"This is Ser Davos of House Seaworth," Tyrion introduced the Onion Knight.
"Forgive me, Ser Davos. I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn that the last King in the North was Torren Stark who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryen, in exchange for his life and the lives of the Northern men. Torren Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. Or do I have my facts wrong?"
"I wasn't there, your Grace. None of us were," Davos answered.
"No. Of course not," Daenerys flashed a fake smile to the Onion Knight. "But still, an oath is an oath. And perpetuity means- what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?"
"Forever."
"Forever," the Dragon Queen smirked. "So, I assume my Lord, you are here to bend the knee."
"I am not," Jon stated, staring at the silver haired beauty as she was taken aback by Jon's bluntness.
"Oh. Daenerys said as the her face fell. "Well, that is unfortunate. You and your men have traveled all this way to break faith with House Targareyn?"
"Break faith?" Ella scoffed at Daenerys's ridiculous response. Her fear instantly fell to the side as she stepped forward, facing the Dragon Queen. "Your father burned our grandfather alive. He burned our uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms."
