Women are supposed to be soft-spoken proper and homemakers and Rhaella Lopez was everything but she was fierce, loud, blunt and deadly. Her family had never been able to accept her but the FBI loved her it was her home, the only place other than the...
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The dragons were growing fast. It had only been a week, and they were already the size of a calf. Daenerys was quite surprised. Was this the rate at which Balerion, the Black Dread, had grown? At some point, she asked the gods who had sent her, and they all answered the same thing.
"They are catching up in age with you." That would have been acceptable if she were not nearly two decades older mentally. "Which age?" To her surprise, a new voice spoke: "Your mental age, my dear child." There was a pause before R'hllor spoke: "The Fourteen have claimed you, so this blessing is linked directly to them." Daenerys nodded before looking away from the flames.
The camp had stopped for the night at the insistence of some of the members of the Khalasar. It was freezing, and they could not walk any further. Looking around the camp, the dragoness frowned; her people were freezing. The campfire in the middle of the encampment was not enough. She took a deep breath and was engulfed in flames. The Khalasar watched in awe as the flames formed in separate areas, never burning the tents but providing much-needed heat.
Drogo placed a hand on his wife's shoulder as she leaned against him. The flames on her skin faded as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Our people won't freeze, Drogo." Her words were spoken in the Common Tongue, yet several understood their Khaleesi. The bloodriders, however, were very concerned about the baby in their Khaleesi's stomach. Did ensuring that they were warm drain her of strength?
As if she could hear their thoughts, her amethyst eyes met theirs, and she just smiled and gave them a firm nod. The men relaxed and returned to their women. Daenerys turned to her dragons, who now surrounded her. They needed names. She lowered herself to the floor and smiled; dragon riders were rare, and Dany had a bond with all her children.
As she pondered their names, one of her dragons came over and nudged her stomach gently. She smiled. "Then I will name you Meleys, after the goddess of love and fertility." Meleys was silver with pinkish undertones and had a habit of finding the pregnant women of the Khalasar. Eventually, some used her as a "baby detector."
Behind Meleys was a dark blue dragon with silver scales, another female. She usually followed Drogo when he made war plans. She found it quite amusing. "You, my little strategist, I shall name Tyraxes after the goddess herself."
Daella walked over and smiled. "You are naming them after the Fourteen?" When her mistress nodded, Daella petted the closest dragon, a black one as dark as the night sky. His eyes, however, were a crimson red. Without a thought, Daella spoke, "Balerion; he is the god in dragon form." Daenerys smiled before nodding. Few understood how much she studied her culture, but Daella did.
"Help me name them." The two women then picked out two dragons, one male and the other female, both blue. One was like the sky with white scales, and the other as dark as the ocean with green scales. They were like twins. Immediately, the two women agreed: "For the male, Caraxes," Daella spoke while petting him. "For the female, Meraxes," said Daenerys as the two dragons seemed to puff up in pride after hearing their new names.
