The Vault

In The Name Of Khaleesi, I Order You To Rock - Modern Day GoT/Zeppelin Fanfic

Quick A/N; I don't own any of the names or claims to characters that come from either the Game of Thrones series or the members of Led Zeppelin, or anything affiliated with the two. This is simply a fanfiction that I thought up while I was taking a shower one day. (Weird, I know... Don't ask.)

I love the show and I love the band so I thought of mixing the two in a modern day type of short story. This takes place on the western coast of England and is meant to simply be for fun. This has no historical accuracy and was just drawn up because I'm a girl with some dreams of being the mother of dragons and the wife of Jimmy Page. Judge me... I don't care!

Enjoy(:

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September 25, 1969

I've never had a normal life. Since the day I was born, I was destined to be more than normal.

I was born on the first of December, in the year 1950. With hair as white as snow and power beyond any man's wildest dreams, I was born the most powerful woman in all of the seven kingdoms. I was destined to be the queen of the dragons.

I was born Danerys Stormborn of the house of Targaeryn, the first of my name... after the death of my father, mother and brother, I was left with a golden crown, and the title of queen, or Khaleesi in my language. I have everything a girl could ever want - I have the latest fashions, the most modern technology. I have servants waiting on me hand and foot. I have the world's richest men traveling hundreds of miles to ask for my hand in marriage.

Yet, I am unhappy.

I can't help but to dwell on this... Every second, of every hour, of every day. I am unhappy.
I think about my happiness so often that it haunts me, in my dreams, in my studies, in everything I do. Which is why Jorah, my advisor, felt the need to snap at me while we sat in the open garden of the castle, while my little dragons played amongst themselves.

"Khaleesi, you must eat."

Jorah, my most trusted advisor and my closest, and only, friend nodded his head towards the plate of grapes sitting on the steel table in front of me. My three darling dragons, Viserion, Rhaegal and Drogon, were playing on the table and were attempting to eat the grapes and steal them from me while I wasn't looking. I didn't really care, however.

"I'm not very hungry." I muttered, pushing the plate towards my pets so they could eat.

"Khaleesi, you need to keep up your strength."

"And what if I don't want to." I sighed, turning towards Jorah.

I've taken in his features hundreds of times, but I never failed to examine Jorah whenever I looked his way. He wasn't attractive, but wasn't ugly either. He was rather average, with short dirty blonde hair and a stubble to match, grey-blue eyes and a strong jaw line. He was average, but my closest friend never the less.

"Well, you must." He sighed, stealing a grape off the plate and popping it into his mouth. "I know you don't really enjoy the business of kingdoms and royalty, but it's what you got stuck with, so I suggest that you quit sulking about and get used to it. It's not likely to change."

Sighing, I stood from my seat, quickly gaining the attention of all three dragons who'd perched themselves on my shoulders and the palm of my hand, of Jorah, and of the handmaids I was given when I took power.

"I think I'm going to take a shower. I need to leave the castle and clear my head for a little while."

"I'll tell the guards and have them escort you-"

"Alone." I muttered, cutting him off.

"Khaleesi, you can't go alone. You need protection."

"I appreciate your concern, Jorah, but I'm going alone and that's final."