A Dragon In Wolf's Clothing ~A Game of Thrones fan fiction~

Chapter Thirty: On My Mother's Side

Everything was different in Essos. The smells, the food, the people, the clothes, everything. Lyanna realised that and she'd only been in Quarth for a day. She already regretted her decision to sail here instead of ride to Robb on the battlefield. Sure, she was safe here, but she should be with her family. She should be with Robb fighting the Lannisters, or Bran and Rickon in Winterfell, or Jon on the Wall, or Arya God knows where. The only person she didn't wish she was with was Sansa in Kings Landing. She felt awful leaving Sansa but she would be fine, she was smart enough to say the right thing at the right time; Sansa would survive.

Lyanna watched the rich people of Quarth mingle around in Xaro's home. He had thrown a party in honour of his new guests and, despite staying with Xaro, she knew it wasn't for her. Why would the richest man in Quarth throw a grand party for Lyanna and her ragged handmaid, just because she's come through the gates with a direwolf and a just-hatched dragon?

As she thought about it, her hand on the locket baring the sidgil of house Stark, she looked around at some of the new guests. She saw they had olive skin and long black hair braids coated in oil. They were wearing painted vests and worn, weathered boots, boots that had been rode in for a lifetime. These were Dothraki, she knew that. Old Nan used to tell the Stark children horror stories about the fearsome Dothraki, always stealing, killing and raping. But these Dothraki seemed relaxed. Why weren't they killing, stealing and raping? It didn't make sense.

It didn't make sense until a girl with silver hair, purple eyes and a pale complexion wearing an airy blue dress with golden metal sewn into it came into view. Forget Lyanna, this girl was a real Targaryen. This was Daenerys.

"Lyanna," Alize muttered from behind her. She didn't turn around to face the girl, she kept her eyes on Daenerys. "We should go. Dothraki savages, not to mention that Cersei may have spies here,"

"Nonsense, Alize," she rolled her eyes. "They hardly look like savages, and anyway, we've escaped King's Landing and the Lannister's, we have no reason to fear these people. Go, mingle with other guests, make yourself known. It's no good just standing behind me all night," at her words, Alize turned and left, weaving in and out of the crowd, leaving Lyanna alone.

Lyanna watched Daenerys -her aunt- for a while, watching as she talked with the other guests, until she decided to make herself known. Checking herself, she made sure she looked fine enough. It seemed foolish to her, but as she stroked down the black silk dress which was light and airy, nicer than any of the dresses in the west, stroking her tightly braided, short hair (in which a few strands had turned silver thanks to the fire), she remembered how much her brothers and sisters meant to her, and how Daenerys was just as much family as they were. She had to impress her aunt, or be rejected as a liar. She walked slowly, the silk of her dress trailing behind her as she put on a smile. Lyanna saw Daenerys be left by a woman who had been talking to her, left alone with and older man she guessed was Jorah Mormont. She knew what her father had done to him, chasing him out of Bear Island for selling slaves. She hoped the grudge didn't carry forward to her.

As she aproached the Targaryen girl, Lyanna remembered all the times she had bowed to Cersei. Each courtesy to the Lannister queen was false and forced. Here was a true queen to bend the knee to.

"Your grace," Lyanna said kindly, kneeling before Daenerys. "My name is Lyanna Snow of houses Targaryen and Stark,"

As Lyanna rose she saw both Jorah and Dany's faces turn to shock and confusion. "All the Targaren's are gone, except for the Khaleesi, and what would a Stark be doing in Quarth?" Mormont said. The way he said Stark was bitter. She wondered if he knew his aunt was at war on Robb's side, wondered if he knew that his father had been close to death if not for Jon, who had wrote the story to her in a letter, the last she received before leaving King's Landing.

"Here to find the rightful queen, that's what I'm doing," Lyanna smiled at him as she rose, narrowing her eyes and nodding determinedly. "My mother was Ayrella Targaryen, younger sister to Prince Rhaegar and my father was Brandon Stark. Both died during the war, so my uncle Eddard raised me as his own." Lyanna unclasped the Targaryen necklace which had been her mother's from around her neck where it had been hanging with the Stark locket. She handed the pendant to a reluctant Daenerys, who took it into her hands and examined it.

"I was married to the userper's son and when Joffrey killed my uncle, I fled to Essos to hide from Cersei and Joffrey. Joffrey wanted me dead, but he couldn't kill me because of my brother, Lord Robb is at war with his grandfather and has his incestuous father Jaime Lannister as his prisoner. I'd already suffered a near-death experience, and I decided that before I truly left this world I wanted to meet my mother's sister,"

"You're really a dragon?" Daenerys asked, wonder in her voice. "Viserys never mentioned the possibility of others, of a sister,"

"I doubt he would have wanted to, I would have jeopardised his position as heir to the throne," She shrugged slightly. The way Daenerys spoke of her brother made it seem like he was dead; good. The stories she'd heard of Viserys Targaryen portrayed him as a mad fool. "But I don't want the Iron Throne, I've been the queen already, I didn't like it very much. It is your place, Queen Daenerys,"

"Can you prove your blood? A necklace isn't everything," Se Jorah said, throwing the chain back to her. Lyanna caught it clasping it around her neck again.

"Yes," she nodded, thinking of her little Rey locked away in her room. "As a wedding gift I was given a dragon egg. When my ship caught fire as I was sailing here, the egg hatched," Looking at Dany's shoulder's, Lyanna knew that the three other eggs Stannis had spoke of had belonged to Dany, only to hatch like Lyanna's, proven by the small claw marks on her where they perched on her.

"Your uncle, he supported the userper," Daenerys stated.

"They were childhood friends. When Robert decided he wanted you dead, my father - I mean, my uncle- fought to keep you alive. He didn't want any more dead Targaryen's,"

"How do we know your telling the truth?" Mormont asked, frowning at her.

"I've sailed away from everything I know, leaving my family in the middle of a war. I lost my son and uncle to the Lannisters. I'll probably never go home again to the north, but you think I'm lying? I have nothing left to lie about, nothing left to hope for, except being accepted by the last shred I have to my mother. Why would I lie to my only hope,

That was when she heard screaming from behind her and the panting of a wolf. Soon, she felt Winter brush against her side, though her fur was now short, she still panted to the extent Lyanna thought her wolf could keel over any minute. Guests began to back away, cursing the wolf, causing Lyanna to snigger. 

"What's a direwolf doing south of the wall, never mind in the east?" Mormont muttered and Lyanna shot him a glare.

"What's a Mormont doing off of Bear Island, never mind the east?" She shot back at him. Glancing back at the younger girl, Ser Jorah realised that she was telling the truth about herself; she had the same look in her eye that Lord Stark used to have.

"Stop bickering, both of you," Daenerys said sharply to both of them. Lyanna couldn't help but smile, something which Dany noticed. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, it's just I've sailed halfway across the world to find my family, and I've found a strict aunt. I've never had an aunty before," Part of Lyanna wanted to pull Daenerys into a tight hug, but she couldn't. "Will you let me serve you in the wars to come, be a part of your Queen's guard?"

"No," Dany's words made Lyanna's heart sink ever so slightly, except she continued speaking. "You aren't just another supporter or a dothraki, you're family. You won't serve me, you will be at my side,"

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