Nesaerys, was her name. Truly believing she is the last of her family after her father went mad, had escaped her fate. She ran and survived all the way to westoros with five different colored dragon eggs.
She swore vengeance to the families that bet...
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Word spread of Yara fleet getting demolished by their Uncle Yuron. How the fuck they even find them I will never know, but I will avenge them. And it was a kick in the face too because Ellaria along with her sisterhood was on that fleet of boats too.
"Nesa." I turn around and see Daemon in our room.
"They didn't deserve what happened to them." I spoke.
"Of course they didn't." He agreed. "We will win this for them."
"I want to kill their uncle." I said.
"And we will." Daemon promised. "But right now we must go meet with the King of the North."
"Do I even have to show up?" I whined.
"Yes, you do. Please? For me?" Daemon begged.
"Ok." I said and he holds my hand and leads us to the throne room where we wait for Jon Snow. Daemon sat on the throne with me and Daenerys sitting either on the armrest or the stairs leading up to the throne.
"You stand in the presence of Daemon Targaryen, Daenerys Stormborn, and Nesaerys Targaryen of House Targaryen. Rightful heirs to the Iron Throne, rightful King and Queens of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mothers and Father of Dragons, the Khal and Khaleesi's of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, Daenerys is the Breaker of Chains." Serenity introduced us.
Jon and his friend looked at each other before the older man spoke. "This is Jon Snow." He introduced. We waited for something else. "He's King in the North." He finished.
"Thank you for traveling so far, my lord. I hope the seas weren't too rough." Daenerys says.
"The winds were kind, Your Grace." Jon says.
"Apologies, I have Flea Bottom accent, I know, but Jon Snow is King in the North, Your Grace. He's not a lord.
"Forgive her..." I started to say.
"Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth." Tyrion says.
"Forgive her, Ser Davos. We are still teaching her formal education. But if I remember correctly the last King in the Notth was Torrhen Stark, who bent the knee to our ancestor, Aegon Targaryen? In exchange for his life and the lives of the Northmen, Torrhen Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen, in perpetuity. Or am I wrong?" I asked them.
