Y/n Targaryen, the niece of Daenerys Stormborn lived a perfect life with her Aunt. Both of their ambitions to reclaim the Iron Throne was strong. Until Y/n was cursed by a witch.
Her whole life changed when the curse made her travel to another real...
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Y/N TARGARYEN. THE NIECE of Daenerys Targaryen and her true family friend. The daughter of Viserys Targaryen.
She laughed with her aunt in the Dothraki camp, her long, pale blonde hair flowing in the breeze. It was her 16th Birthday and her auntie's people celebrated by drinking, giving gifts and doing their usual stuff.
After Daenery's husband killed her Father, Daenerys took you into her own hands by raising you. She was looked at you like a daughter and you didn't mind that at all. She protected you and her dragons, who weren't fully grown yet, also protected you like a sister.
A man walked up to you carrying a box with the Dothraki dancing around the fire. Daenerys smiled when he placed it in front of you. She spoke, her dragons sitting beside you and nuzzled their large snouts into your waist, " This one is from me,"
You dragged the box forward and traced the wood, admiring the carvings before opening it. Your eyes widened in shock and awe at the sight of two dragon eggs. One was black and one was red. You looked at Daenerys, excitement and gratitude filling her up, " You shouldn't have. They're beautiful,"
Daenerys just laughed, " They're all yours. You can help me reclaim the iron throne that was meant for me. You can be my hand of the Queen,"
You pulled her into a tight hug, who just laughed and returned it. You pulled away, your lilac eyes shining in the moonlight, " I will gladly help you claim what was yours,"
She sent you a grateful smile and watched you hug both of the eggs close. They were now your children. The night was perfect. Everyone was happy and cheerful, some even had spent their nights making love in other tents. Then everything changed at midnight.
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Y/n woke up to a knife to her throat with people in her tent. They dragged her out with a hand over your mouth to silence your screams. The sand of the desert scraped against your skin as you were forced to be tied to a large wooden pole.
Luckily, Daenery's dragons woke everyone up from sensing your fear. It felt like your heart was about to explode through your ribcage. It was the first time in a while were you have never been so scared. The people around you were unrecognisable, but from one of their looks, you knew that they were a witch.
The witch quickly sliced your arm, creating a deep cut that was deep enough to scar. She placed your blood in a silver wine cup and placed a few unknown ingredients in. Daenerys ran out of her tent and over towards you in worry, her men began to charge at the people around you.
The witch placed a mark on your head using your blood and began to speak a language you've never heard before. A pounding headache emerged over your body as an overwhelming feeling of pain washed over your body. After a few minutes, it soon vanished and you were left breathless tied to the pole.
She sighed, " My work is done,"
" DRACARYS!"
The sound of Daenerys yelling through anger filled the atmosphere whilst her dragons obeyed, large pits of fire emerged from the three. All the people, including the witch, who kidnapped you burnt to death.
When they untied you from the wooden pole, you immediately collapsed into her embrace. She held you tight, kissing your temple and saying that you were alright. Yet it felt like you weren't alright. That witch did something to you, and you had no idea what.
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It's been two weeks since the incident and the witch definitely did something to you. You couldn't sleep alone at night from constant nightmares and even had a strange mark , like a tattoo, on her wrist. It was a sword with a snake wrapped around it.
The only thing that made her feel safe was being by her auntie's side and her children - the dragons.
Your hair was being braided neatly by Daenerys whilst you chatted about boys. It was funny since you haven't exactly found your type yet. The information was cut short when the sound of eggs cracking gained both your attention.
You quickly walked over to your dragon eggs, which were placed on hot Cole, and held them in your hands. The burning off the fire didn't affect you one bit, in fact you didn't feel pain at all.
That's when they cracked and a small, baby dragon emerged from each. They sent a small and cute sound towards you, as if questioning if you were their Mother before nuzzling their small mouth against your cheek. They each sat on your shoulders with their tails wrapped around your neck.
Daenerys smiled in happiness at the sight, " What are you going to call them?"
" The black one is Viserys, after my Father, and the red Rhaenyra, the first Targaryen female to sit on the iron throne,"
You looked up from your dragons, " Se ao jāhor sagon se hembar dāria ( And you will be the next Queen ," You stated in old Valyrian. Your auntie chuckled and nodded. Viserys and Rhaenyra fell asleep on your shoulders, already claiming you as their Mother.
