House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Dragon slayer - Part 1 - Viserys x Daemon x Reader

A figure was dragged, kicking at the Targaryen guards, into the throne room. Viserys, Otto, Daemon and all others present, staring in disbelief, as, as the arms of the person were released, they turned around and managed to punch one of the soldiers in the face, before kicking the other one in the guts despite their manacles. Daemon smiling to himself, as the prisoner stepped forward, standing to their full height before bowing respectfully to the King.

"Do you know why you are here...........?" Viserys enquired. Gesturing for the guard and Kingsguards to remain in their places, as the pair that had just been assaulted, managed to recover from the shock, or should that be the embarrassment that they had just suffered at the hands of the securely cuffed prisoner.

"Well...............?" Viserys asked again. As the prisoner did not answer. Choosing instead to just cross its arms and stare at those before them, from under their heavy cowl.

"You will answer the king..............." Otto barked. His brows furrowing, as a mocking laugh came from under the hood.

"I have never taken orders from a Hightower and never will. So, go fuck yourself.................." A voice came. Otto as well as the king and prince surprised to hear that the voice was that of a female. And despite her precarious situation, and whoever she was, she wasn't showing any sign of fear about what could await her.

The capital had received reports that there was a dragon slayer in the Seven Kingdoms. Two dead beasts already having been found with their hearts cut from their chest. The demise of the creatures seeming to cause quite a stir throughout Westeros. Some even quietly questioning whether this was a bad omen for the House of Targaryen. For the rule of Viserys and the family as a whole. So, Viserys had had men send to every corner of his realm with orders to hunt down, capture and then bring this so called dragon slayer back to the capital to be tried for their crimes, which had been achieved through luck rather than anything else, and after the death of yet another dragon. Everyone present wanting to know who, or what, could kill three dragons without being incinerated. For being able to ride them was one thing. But being able to kill a dragon was certainly another. And was a very dangerous ability to have.

"Who are you............? Are you the one that has been killing the dragons?" Viserys demanded to know as he got to his feet, grabbed his sword, and made his way down to the cloaked women. The Kingsguards allowing their hands to fall on the hilts of their own swords, as the King stood before the prisoner.

"Yes............I am the one that has been killing the beasts. They were nothing but a scourge on the smallfolk that lived in terror of the creatures. They were uncontrollable and untameable. A menace to this world. Just like all dragons are. And I take great delight in dispatching them, whether they have one head..............or three.............your majesty." The woman hissed in reply. Her veiled threat showing no sign of respect for the king. Showing no remorse for what she had done. Showing no sign that she feared for her own wellbeing, as she confessed freely to the killing of the dragons.

"So, you admit it...................?" Daemon asked, as he stepped forward.

"Ah..........the Lord of Flea Bottom speaks..........you really aren't as intelligent as your brother, are you? Of course, I admit it.........were the words 'Yes. I am the one that has been killing the beasts' not clear enough for you.............?" The woman retorted, another mocking laugh filling the throne room, as everyone stood in silence. Daemon finally allowing his anger to get the better of him, as he made his way to join his brother. The prince dragging the cowl from the woman's head. Daemon wishing to see the face of the woman before he sliced her in half. A loud gasp leaving the lips of all those watching on, as the hood fell to her shoulders. The two Targaryens taking a step back, as they looked at the female that had been revealed. Both looking at one another in disbelief, before turning back to her. A thin smile pulling at the corners of her lips, as she moved her long pale hair away from her eyes.

"What........what is your name..............who are you.............? Where do you come from...........?" Viserys asked with a trembling voice. Still not sure what to make of the sight before him.

"Do you really want to know.........? Or maybe the better question would be, do I wish to tell you? Perhaps I should just let you send me to my death and leave you with unanswered questions for the rest of your lives. But where would be the fun in that? I wouldn't get to see the looks on your faces then when you found out who had been killing you precious dragons." The woman began quietly. Looking to the two Targaryens. Glaring at a very confused Otto, before continuing. Her voice now loud enough for all present to hear.

"My name is (Y/n). Simply, (Y/n).........and where I come from is of no real concern. But who I am, oh, that is a very different matter. For you see, I am the bastard daughter of a Targaryen. The daughter of Baelon Targaryen, your father to be precise. So, I believe that would make me your sister..................your grace............" (Y/n) explained, before she turned, so that all those present could see her. So all would see her face and know that the one that had been destroying the great winged beasts, was in fact a Targaryen herself.

"So............now that you know.............what do you intend to do with me.............brother?"