"I am Daenaera of House Targaryen, the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon. I was King's Viserys first born daughter, and named Heir to the Iron Throne. I will bow to no man, much less the blood of a usurper." - Queen Daenaera Targaryen
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Daenaera and the white hart
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Daenaera and Daemon
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Daenaera and Ser Criston
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Daenaera rode like lightning, but Ser Criston rode even faster stopping her. "Stop!" he called out grabbing the reigns, they skidded to a stop at the edge of a lake. "What happened back there?" Daenaera sighed, she looked out on the lake in front of her.
"My father...trying to sell me off to Jason Lannister. Was I named heir to the Iron Throne so that I might only further raise the standing of a Lord of Casterly Rock? If I were born a man, I would have a choice when I would marry." Daenaera vented to Ser Criston, she knew her secrets were safe with the knight. He was her white knight, her sworn protector, her friend, Ser Criston would do anything for her.
