Blood of the Dragon (daenerys targaryen x fem oc)

You are a Miracle

Prince Derek strolls through Ashbourne's docks. The sound of men lifting lumber and working together to build their ships was a comforting experience.

A sailor and constructor walks up to the Prince. He bows and Derek regards him.

"Ten war ships have been built according to our records, my Prince," He says, licking his lips.

Derek nods, "And how many do we need to transport twenty-thousand men, possibly more, across the Sunset Sea and help the Targaryen Queen to take back the Seven Kingdoms?"

"Many more, my Prince," The man utters and Derek waves him away.

"Exactly," Derek tells him.

Princess Saera walks over to him, dressed in a black and silver dress, "A harsh man you are."

"I am under your sister's orders," Derek said, "I don't want to disappoint her."

"My sister is not here," Saera reminds him, "She doesn't have to know that the construction of her new fleet is to take a little while longer."

"For all I know she could need these ships tomorrow," Derek says, "What will she think of me then?"

"She will not be angry," Saera dismisses and Derek stands on the edge of the dock.

"What brings you here, Princess?" Derek asks, "I know it's not to question me about where my loyalties lie."

Saera pulls out a scroll from her dress pocket and hands it to Derek.

"The self-proclaimed King Balon Greyjoy has written back," Saera informs him as Derek opens the scroll. "His daughter is to sail here some time soon to ensure an alliance."

"Soon?"

Saera sighs, "He was awaiting word from his son, Theon Greyjoy. He had captured Winterfell and has not heard from him since."

"I wonder what became of him," Derek mutters but then he looks up in wonder, "But Winterfell belongs to the Starks?"

"It explains the quarrels with them and why Robb Stark has not written back," Saera says, crossing her arms.

"The word from Westeros is one thing..Have you heard from your sister?" Derek asks.

"Everyday," The Princess confirms, "I send her everything with the fastest ravens. She seems to be ruling her kingdom from a whole other world away: signing proclamations, affirming lordly successions, and keeping her men in order. Such as yourself."

"How do you think she is doing over there?" Derek questions and Saera sighs.

"The Khaleesi was said to be sailing near Qarth," The Princess goes on, "Maelora found Daenerys near Slaver's Bay according to Ser Aerion."

Derek nods but his eyes told a different story.

"You doubt her," Saera observes quietly.

"Not her," Derek replies after a moment. "The world she sails into. It's treacherous, filled with enemies and false friends. I worry for her safety."

Saera's expression softens. "She is stronger than you think. Maelora has faced much already and prevailed. She will continue to do so with our support. As well as Daenerys."

Derek looks out over the bustling docks, the sea stretching endlessly before them. "Then we must ensure she has it. These ships must be ready, no matter the cost. If Westeros is to be the Khaleesi's , we cannot afford to falter."

"Agreed," Saera says, placing a hand on his arm.

"What are we do with the Greyjoy lord?" Derek asks and Saera removes her hand, crossing her arms.