The Lost Targaryen

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Love...it's a beautiful thing. It also gets you hurt sooner or later. Viserion died at the hands of the Night King but with the help from everyone, except Cersei, he was defeated. Jon remained King of The North despite being the true heir of the Iron Throne.
Daenerys ruled with her council and changed the world for the better. Daario is still alive to but he's still in Meereen ruling under Dany's name.
But where was Y/n? No one had heard from the girl with now 8 dragons. Where had she gone? It wasn't like she wanted to be silent. No she had to. She could only watch but never speak. She couldn't tell people how much she loved and appreciated them. She was stuck. Never to be seen...or at least she thought.
Staying quiet wasn't easy nor was it hard. It wasn't that hard to ride a dragon and burn down an enemy or castle either. But this was harder to do than that.
She was trapped. She was trapped in a box. She cried for help but got knocked around for it. Her dragons had to have been outside. Well she only figured that out when she finally said it. She had the strength to say but not to do much else. The box burned, and so did whoever was standing around.
She sat in the ashes, naked but not truly alone. She had Viserys and Rhaegal standing there. Looking...just looking at her. They gave her strength to stand and climb on Aegon's sturdy back.
When she landed in kings landing Daenerys could only be explained by bliss. Weeks it's been since she had heard from her. Yet she's standing there right in front of her weak and cold. Only to be embraced by the one person she truly missed besides Khal Drogo.
Never again was Y/n alone. Never was Daenerys absent of her sister. Jon visited, and stayed every other fortnight. Life was good until Y/n's near death.
Only 2 days before her name day she ran to Daenerys telling her, pleading her not to go to the courtyard. Daenerys didn't go there till a while after. She was met with an angry man with a crossbow trying to kill her but was saved last minute by Y/n.
She was shot in the chest but it didn't hit any vital organs, thankfully. She now had a large scar on her upper left breast from where the maesters had cut it out of her. She wasn't ashamed by the scar on her. She was only afraid that it would change. (A/n ILL BREAK YOUR HAAAALOOOO...I'm so sorry)
As the years past she had only had her dragons as children. They watched as she had her last breath while sitting under a tree at sunset. It was a beautiful day for many reasons. One she had realized Dany was truly one of the greatest things in her life. Another being that Jon would live for a much longer time and tell the tale of who gave him his own dragon to the people of the North and South. No one would ever forget her. They also decreed as a country to let her dragons do as they please. Well minus the burning of people and homes but she had raised them well to know that it shouldn't happen.
She looked at all of her dragons as they brought their heads closer to her as she was sitting there. She had tears in her eyes.

"Be free and good my loves."
Her arm slowly fell off of two of their snouts. They sighed and stayed there for days. Protecting her until Dany found her.