The Dragon Queen

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Twelve dragons flew over Meereen, engulfing the entire city in shadows. Fourteen-year-old Arya Stark looked up at the sky and smirked before turning to her trainer. "Her Majesty is back from her hunt, it seems."

The man in front of her nodded and glanced at Obara. "A man has completed his lesson; the girls may go."

The two women bowed and quickly left the arena, glancing up briefly to see Daella give them a nod of approval. Over the past three years, much had changed.

Arya had taken her lady lessons alongside her sword training and had blossomed into a remarkable young woman. She often exchanged letters with her brothers and sister, but had not returned to Winterfell. 

The last time she had set foot on Westerosi soil, she had wiped out House Frey and House Bolton—something that had earned her a new weapon courtesy of the Queen. Daenerys had merely said, "She has a weapon and skills. If she really wanted to kill us, she would have done so already."

 It amused Arya that the Queen had no qualms about her little mission; the woman had simply shrugged and given her a mischievous smirk.

Her family had yet to learn of her involvement. Her brother had indeed married Margaery Tyrell, and the woman made a fine Northern princess, winning the hearts of their people and banners. Sansa had been sent to Sunspear to acclimatise to her new home and get to know her betrothed. To Arya's delight, her sister had been forced to learn how to defend herself. 

The Sand Snakes were determined that the red-haired ice princess would not be taken advantage of—after all, she was a beautiful woman.

As Arya entered the palace, she grinned. Standing on the balcony was Daenerys Targaryen, holding her youngest son, Rhaenor Targaryen. The boy shared his father's colouring and black hair, but had inherited his mother's violet eyes. When he was born, a dragon egg had been placed in his crib, just as had been done for his older brother, Draenor Targaryen, who had taken after their mother in colouring but had his father's eyes. Arya had grown fond of the two princes.

Daenerys turned to face Arya and smiled. "How was the arena?"

Arya bowed before taking the prince into her arms and cooing, "It was good. Daella seemed pleased."

The young wolf rocked the small child in her arms.

"She is. You have come a long way, little Stark."

Arya rolled her eyes and turned as Khal Drogo walked into the room, his bloodriders behind him with pleased expressions.

"My King," she greeted, bowing before handing over the babe.

The man laughed and ruffled her hair. "You are joining us on our next conquest."

Arya nodded with a neutral expression. Since arriving, she had observed how many referred to Daenerys as the Empress of the Bay of Dragons. She had pointed out that ruling a larger portion of Essos would be even more advantageous. That year, she had begun drafting war plans.

 What started as simple conquests of neighbouring nations had escalated. After taking Qarth and Yi Ti, it had become evident that Braavos and Pentos were weak points. The campaign had continued, leading to the near-total conquest of Essos and Andalos.

Over those three years, Daenerys had solidified her power, and with twelve full-grown dragons at her command, she was feared. Unknown to many in Westeros, the number of dragons had increased. She had twelve battle-ready dragons, but another forty-two had only entered their second year of life, and two more eggs remained unhatched in her children's cribs.

The small council in King's Landing was deeply troubled by the Targaryen girl's rise to power. Not only did she control a vast empire, but she had three heirs to her name—two sons and a daughter. If she turned her gaze towards Westeros, she would have enough land and titles for all her children to inherit.

Robert Baratheon had not remarried but had legitimised two daughters and a son. Of course, all three were half-siblings, and the man failed to notice the disgust his children harboured towards him and the Iron Throne. In a desperate bid for allies, he had hastily married his eldest daughter to the heir of House Tarly and his son to a lady of House Tully. Much to Lady Stark's dismay, her younger cousin had been married off to the Baratheon prince.

Gendry Waters, however, had found his way to Winterfell, working as a blacksmith. His eyes had been a dead giveaway to Lord Stark, who quickly took him in and treated him kindly. Gendry eventually learned the truth about his father from Lord Stark, who ensured the boy was given more than he ever expected. Lady Stark and her daughter-in-law had both requested small daggers from him, paying him more than his usual fee. Over time, Gendry came to realise that the Starks were truly noble and honourable people.

Bran Stark, however, had changed. Thanks to foreign intervention, the youngest Stark had regained the use of his legs, but he had also become the Three-Eyed Raven. This time, though, the entity and the boy coexisted, as divine intervention had granted the greenseer some peace.

House Lannister had suffered greatly due to Cersei, though not Jaime. The heir of Casterly Rock had confessed to the king that he had fathered no children with Cersei and had always avoided being alone with her. He had even admitted that he had fallen in love with a woman from one of their banner houses but had remained in the King's guard after she was killed, having no desire to be with anyone else. Though House Lannister had lost power, Jaime's confession had earned them some sympathy.

The King, however, was still furious. Every six months, he forced Cersei to walk the streets naked while the people jeered at her. Joffrey had been sent to the Wall, while Tommen was revealed to be the son of another lord and was taken in by his true father, who later legitimised him. As for Myrcella, she was the child of a visiting Pentosi lord, who reclaimed his daughter and took her home. Cersei had eventually confessed to her crimes, revealing all the men she had secretly taken to her bed.

The state of the royal family was in shambles. Many nobles were uneasy. Some houses, however, were thriving. In Winterfell, vast mines of dragon glass, iron, and gold had been discovered. Using these resources, they produced high-quality goods, trading them to rebuild Moat Cailin and the town that once stood there.

The Reach was flourishing through its alliance with the North, exchanging grains for newly forged products. In addition, these alliances allowed both regions to avoid the politics of the royal court and the small council.

Everything was falling into place nicely.

Hey guys,

So this is set three years later, it's a time skip cause every season of the show is a year, and I merged things from multiple seasons, so you have the time skip explaining the multiple changes over the years.