The Dragon Queen

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Sir Willem Darry was old, and she knew that soon the man would die. Daenerys wanted to ensure that before he died, he taught them well. The young girl managed to get the man to start teaching her the basics of sword fighting, in secret, she knew that her brother was getting bitter and would eventually use her for his own good. So, she started keeping secrets.

Looking around she smiled at the house, she knew they would be leaving in a year. The four-year-old had convinced Sir Willem, that she was a prodigy, as she started her sword fighting lessons at three and in the span of a year, she had soaked it all up, alongside the other languages of Essos. At least she was intelligent, it would guarantee her survival.

The girl's violet eyes were calculating, she knew that they would be living on the streets, for a few years but selling her mother's crown would never happen. She was four and could not do anything, so she had another idea. She waited till nightfall and crept into the rooms of the owners. She knew where they kept their valuables.

Opening the chest, the young girl's eyes widened, they were filled with all the gold they had received from Sir Darry. Without any guilt, the young girl filled her bag and secured it. Opening a second bag there were several pieces of silver that she had taken before looking back both owners were asleep.

Slipping out of the room she made her way to her bed and placed the bags in her undergarment bag. The bag held two other key items, her mother's crown and a Targaryen sigil necklace. It was not enough money to last the five-year period, but she needed it to survive. The girl looked at her sleeping brother and sighed he would be destined to die, and she would not change that.

As she fell into a deep sleep, she heard the voice of R'hllor, unlike before it was filled with compassion and understanding.

"My chosen I have left you with a little gift I hope you use it well."

Before the girl could, she was woken up by her brother. His eyes filled with anger and sadness "Happy birthday Dany", ah yes, she was now five things would not go well from here the young girl at the time could only smile.

Five years later

Ten-year-old Daenerys Targaryen watched her brother as he attempted to find allies in the streets of Bravos. The young girl, however, had made her way to the house of Black and White knowing that her brother would not notice her absence. As she entered the building many figures fell to their knees the girl's eyes widened in surprise "Why do the faceless men bow to me?" One of the men looked at the young girl and spoke " A man senses the blessing of the Many-Faced God a man understands that he must serve"

To the surprise of the assassins in the room, the girl nodded and smiled softly at them "A girl is the Many-Faced and Lord of Light's chosen" Hearing these words the faceless men made a decision "Then a girl will be trained by us" The smile that appears on the girl's face is vicious but pleasing to the assassins in the room.

Her training started immediately and she garnered the support of the assassins who viewed her in a positive light they knew she could not join them, but she would be the best assassin they produced. The girl eventually gave them her name " I am called Daenerys Targaryen" Unknown to her that had caused the men of the guild to refuse any request from Robert Baratheon.

It took Daenerys two years to become a faceless assassin. The two years in Bravos were great for her but not for her brother, as the young girl watched her brother's pride being crushed nearly every day when he was begging to survive. She watched him give in to the madness that lived in every Targaryen.

Soon her brother was ready to leave, and she said goodbye to her teachers before turning to the man going to Westeros "Jaqen H'ghar when the time is right you will meet Arya Stark train her well, she will be a great friend to me in the future" the man nodded before disappearing into the shadows.

None of the faceless men questioned the bag of gold coins left as an offering as they had grown used to the Targaryen Queen's habits. Daenerys knew that her brother was making his way to Pentos and tried her best not to be angry she had just turned twelve meaning that soon she would end up with Khal Drogo.

She knew at this point her brother's death was quickly approaching, as she held no affection for her brother and if she didn't know how vital his death was, she would have killed him earlier. Painting on the innocent and delicate expression, she had convinced her brother that she was weak and fragile. However, it did not stop him from verbally abusing her if only he knew that his words meant nothing in her eyes.

Pentos was beautiful. Slavery was not as present as in the other parts of Essos, unlike her brother who trusted Illyrio, she did not. However, she pretended to consider the man a friend and ally. Since he saw her as nothing but a trading tool, he hardly spent time with the girl. This allowed her to spend her days studying or training.

Of course, she kept up her appearance and took care of herself and her health. Six months into their stay she found out what her gift from R'hllor was. While studying about Valyria she came across ancient scrolls talking about the gifts of the blood of old Valyria and dragons the young girl recognized these had been hidden from her brother's eyes, so she sneaked them into her room and hid them.

Late at night, she reviewed the scrolls, and to her surprise, she found out that she could wield fire. The young princess started practising her days were filled with training and study. But as the time drew closer, she started doing special treatments for her skin and hair. 

The young girl would not object to marrying the Khal maybe with him she would find love.