Daemon's Pov.
I've rest and been fed I'm ready for the journey to Dragon Stone with my newfound eggs, they are beautiful and I could look at them and the dragons for hours but time is running out. I know the Targaryen will probably set sail soon. And I need to be ready for when she does.
Reaching the large clearing where the dragons are with the two siblings, I give them a small smile.
"I enjoyed our adventure, but let's never do that again, my lord." Sansa says, and I give her a nod.
"Indeed, lady Sansa, let's never do that again." I say as the Baelor lands behind me.
"John Snow, you know that when I take the Iron Throne, I won't forget which kingdoms belong to it, right?" I state as I now look at him.
"We should all focus on the army of the death , if they get past the wall, there will be no one left to rule, and it won't matter who sits on the Iron Throne then." He contours, and I give him a nod.
"You have my word if what you say is true, and he marches past the wall. I'll help you in defeating him." I say before walking towards baelor, who leans down as I climb on him with the bag in front of my chest.
"Untill we meet again, lady Sansa, John Snow.
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"How many eggs did you find, father?" Viserion asks me as we all fly through the skies. "3 eggs, I just wonder why they were down there. Their mother's skeleton was guarding it." I reply as I briefly look down at the bag.
"We do not know, father." Drogon's deep voice says, and I take a deep breath, so many quistions so little awsers.
"How's the Targaryen?" I ask them since well the information could come in handy. " The Iron Fleet should arrive soon, if they haven't already." Rhaegal says and what I should still have a full moon before they should arrive.
"There ships are fast, and the winds are in their favor." Drogon says, and I take a deep breath. "I could burn down their fleet." I mumble to myself.
As I burn down the fleet, she won't have the ships to sail west it will give me more time to prepare my men and Dragon Stone.
"We won't help you in a war against Mother." Vhagar says, and I clench my jaw. "Why not? You say I'm the King who'll tame the dragons, but if I would ask you to fight against her, you won't?" I bite their way.
"Your destinies are intertwined father, one day, you'll both see that." Vhagar says, and I shake my head with a little scoff.
"She's a Targaryen. I'm a BlackFyre. We will always stand on different sides. She wants the throne, and so do I. Just take me to Dragon Stone."
"We will arrive in the morning." Baelor says, and I give him a small nod. The bigger they get well the more distance they can cover.
I could take the Seven Kingdoms tomorrow with the dragons, but I do not wish to rule over ashes. I do not wish for people to fear me and the dragons, well, at least not the commoners.
My enemies should fear me because I will not stop until what should have been Daemon BlackFyre the First. I will not stop until a BlackFyre will sit on the Iron Throne. And if a Targaryen, Lannister, Stark, or anyone else will stand between me and the throne, I will bring them down on their knees.
Daenerys Pov.
"Has there been word from the dragons? Your grace." Tyrion asks me as I stand on the balcony overlooking Meereen.
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When Two Dragons Meet
FanfictionAs many know after the BlackFyre rebellions, the remains have retreated to Essos. Many thought the name had died down because there were no male successors . But what if they were wrong? What if through all the years that have passed one who carries...