The Mother of Dragons

Prologue

When Daenerys opened her heart to Jon snow, all she got in return was a kiss, and a wound to the heart.

He had killed her. She opened her heart and was killed for it. What she wasn't expecting, was to wake up in the body of a newborn infant.

She didn't understand, but the more she listened the more it dawned on her.

She was reborn, in the past, when house Targaryen was still strong.

She was the eldest daughter of Viserys, and should technically be his heir.

However, her uncle Daemon comes first, because he is a male.

Just like if her father managed to get a legitimate male son.

That was fine, Daenerys didn't particularly care, what she cared for most, was her baby sister.

Rhaenyra.

She was younger than her by two years, but Daenerys couldn't help but love her.

Anyone who met Daenerys didn't quite understand the young girl, she was young, but incredibly intelligent, it scared some, with how intellectual she was, along with her 3 dragons.

Yeah 3 dragons.

There was a mishap and they picked three eggs without realizing others were picking eggs.

Her uncle Daemon picked an egg, her fathers cousin Rhaenys picked an egg for her, and her father himself picked an egg for her.

When they realized this mishap, they tried to take two eggs back, as it was unheard of to have more than one egg, unless you were Aegon the conqueror.

Whenever they would get even close to one of her eggs, Daenerys would scream and cry and throw things.

When she first saw the three eggs, she almost started to bawl. She recognized these eggs. These were her children. Her babies.

Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion.

She would never let anything happen to them again. She swore so on her life.

She swore on her legitimacy as Visery's oldest daughter, that nothing would ever take her babies again, she would burn them to ash if they ever dared.

When her eggs hatched she was about 6 and she gave many people heart attacks with the way she carried her babies.

Viserion and Rhaegal rested upon both her shoulders, while Drogon himself was wrapped around her neck.

The dragons were quite protective of her, they were never far from Daenerys. They seemed unrealistically intelligent just like Daenerys.

What no one really seemed to realize, was that just like Daenerys, Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal were all reborn as well.

Although Drogon gave Viserys a heart attack when he saw him.
He couldn't believe the uncanny looks that Drogon and Balerion shared.

He didn't say anything to Daenerys about it, deeming it nothing but look alike features.

Daenerys was not stupid, she had eyes in the walls and eyes in shadows. Whilst she didn't care enough to kill her relatives for the throne. However, she would be prepared.

She got Ally's early and enemy's as well. She watched for people who she should either avoid or take down, people she should cuddle up to or be her true self with.

Unlike most who would run to the  males for alliances, she went to the broken down females, the ones who wanted change, and the ones who were wronged.

Daenerys also just so happened to be many of the families favorite, she was respectful to those who deserved it, AKA Rhaenys . . . And disrespectful to shit heads, AKA Otto.

Daenerys remembers, her last life, remembers the way Jon Snow shoved a dagger in her heart, remembers the ways her babies died, She remembers all of it.

What she's most curious to know though, Is she still Daenerys the unburnt.

So she tested it, one night, very late she grabbed a candle with her three children by her side.

"Dracarys" she spoke softly, watching in delight as all three dragons opened their mouths and light the candle alight with flames.

She reached her hand out, tenderly, almost afraid of the outcome.

Before placing her hand over the flame, she watched as the flames licked her fingers and palm, but no pain nor burnt flesh happened.

What confused her though, was the weird markings on her arm, she just noticed them, but they were shaped like scales.

So she had to do another experiment, one in which she stole the dagger of a random.

She placed the dagger to her skin, and sliced, she expecting her skin to cut open and bleed.

However that was not the case, curious if she had more spots on her body with scales, she undressed, not before making sure the door was locked.

Sure enough, several places on her body had scales, the most peculiar however, was the spot right where her heart was.

In fact that seemed to be the place where the scales were most prominent.

Perhaps this is the gods ways of making sure she didn't get stabbed in the heart again....

Dragons don't burn and simple daggers and swords could never cut through a dragons scales.