Wolf Queen

chapter thirty one

Pulling the hood of my cloak over my head, I walk down the steps of the ship, hoping nobody will recognize me. I am a wanted fugitive after all.

Cersei is angered by what I said. I am a Targaryen. She didn't appreciate that very much. I knew she was afraid. She knew that something was coming. She would die soon.

When I left, I didn't tell any of my family where I went. It was too dangerous. Everything was dangerous now days. I couldn't risk their lives.

Meereen was big. My eyes move from a man to a big tower. Daenerys had conquered Meereen. If I was betting on where she would be, I'm betting she was in that tower.

I make my way through tons of people and approach it. As it grows nearer, I enter, seeing soldiers. They put hands on either sides of my shoulders.

"Keligon paktot konīr." One says.

(Stop right there.)

I stare at him. "Nyke kesīr naejot ūndegon issa sodjisto, Daenerys targārien."

(I am here to visit my aunt, Daenerys Targaryen.)

The two look at each other before looking back at me, not moving.

"Nyke would daor epagon ao hen bisa lo ziry wasn't important." I tell them.

Moments later, I catch a glimpse of white-blonde hair. It was like mine. It was Daenerys. It had to be.

"Who is this?"

I push past the guards and stop, taking her all in.

"I am Lyanna, your grace. Lyanna Targaryen."

She scoffs. "I'm the only Targaryen left. What is it you want? Money? Power?"

"I'm not lying, your grace-"

"You are wasting my time here with your lies."

A door opens and I see someone who I never thought I would see again. Tyrion. He had changed. He had a beard and longer hair now.

"Lyanna?" He asks, unable to believe it's me.

My mouth forms into a smile. "Tyrion."

Daenerys looks to Tyrion. "You know this woman?"

"Yes, she's married to my nephew," Tyrion says as he walks down the steps, "very sweet girl."

"Would she ever lie to a queen?" Her eyes move back to mine.

Tyrion looks back at me. "No. I don't think she would. How is Tommen? Why are you here?"

Tommen. My heart sank. He was gone. We were supposed to spend forever together and now we can't.

"He's dead." I look away.

"What? How?"

I shake my head and look up to Daenerys. "She says she is a Targaryen."

"She definitely looks like one."

"My mother is Lyanna Stark. My father is Rhaegar Targaryen, your brother. My mother died birthing my brother and I. The last thing she asked was for my uncle, Eddard Stark to protect us and keep us as his bastards. She loved your brother."

"How do you know all of this? They're both dead." She asks.

"I went back and saw it with my cousin, Bran Stark. It's very hard to explain-"

"Greensight." Tyrion says.

I smile and nod. "Yes."

Deanerys's expression remains the same. "Maybe you aren't lying, maybe you are my brother's daughter. Anyhow, why should I trust you?"

I take a breath. "I know Cersei Lannister's plans. I know what she'll do, what she won't do. Everything."

Hours passed, and I leaned against the ledge of the pyramid, wondering if I made the right choice by not telling anyone I left. All I could think about lately was my son. Cersei said she had no idea where he had gone, but it's not like he could walk yet.

She had to be lying. I couldn't lose my husband and my son. I would go crazy.

Daenerys joins me, standing beside me. I glance at her.

"I got you something," she says suddenly, "well, two things."

She holds two large eggs in her hands. I take them and examine them.

"What are they?" I ask curiously.

A loud screech rung in my ears. I look up and see a huge dragon flying overhead. It's wings flapped as it flew, causing my hair to move behind my shoulders.

"I'm not sure if they'll be like my dragons, but you're a Targaryen. They're yours."

I smile. "Thank you. It means a lot."

She nods in response. "Why don't you hatch them?"

I nod and we head off to do so.

-

The flames engulfed me. It didn't hurt. It was warm against my skin. Dany said this is how she hatched hers, in her late husband's funeral pyre.

The fire died down and in my arms were two baby dragons. One was a golden color. The other was black with a purple frill running down his back. The gold one I would name Tommen after, the other I would name Robb after.

Tormen and Ralor, my children. Daenerys was known as the Mother of Dragons. I wouldn't be known for that. I would be known for helping conquer the Lannister's. I would be known as the last Targaryen child.

My skin had ash on it from the fire. Ralor looks up and screeches. Tormen stands tall on my shoulder and stretches his wings.

My eyes move from them to Daenerys. She smiles at me. "You truly are my niece."

I take Torment into my hand and Missandei puts a robe over my shoulders. I thank her and stand, letting Tormen and Ralor crawl up my arms and to my shoulders. I tie my robe.

"I doubt my direwolf will like them." I chuckle.

"Direwolf?" Dany asks.

I nod. "His name is Ash. My brother has one named Ghost."

"So, Rhaegar has twins?"

I nod again. She looks down as we walk. "What's his name, your brother?"

"Jon. He's Lord Commander at the Night's Watch, or was. He's now in Winterfell being King in the North."

"Will he stand by me when we leave for Westeros?"

"Yes, absolutely." I promise.