- The Dragon's Daughter || GOT

- ' Mother of Dragons. '

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' The Far East! '
Asshai, Essos

Dedicated to mccIained ♥

Alyna III

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Alyna couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't cry. All she could do was regret her decision to come to the Shadow City. She wished she could turn back, board the ship to Braavos and marry someone high up in the Iron Bank. She would have money, ships, an army. She could have returned to Westeros with everything she needed to take back her home. But now here she was, stranded in a dark tower, with a sorcerer glaring at her while making short cuts into his palm. Alyna knew he was in working some kind of blood magic; a despicably vile practice which seemed to have found a place in Asshai. 'I'm just a stupid girl,' was a thought that frequented her mind as she still struggled to move her limbs. 'With stupid dreams, and stupid goals,' ran through her head as she watched the blood mage approach her, his eyes turning a striking colour of red. "You are the Blood of the Dragon. I simply can't believe my fortune," said the mage as his mere presence granted her usage of her legs again. "To think I have been pairing the blood of a real dragon with those savages," hissed the man as he crept around Alyna like a snake.

Alyna heard only one word from his sentence. Dragon. Dragons. Dragons! Alyna couldn't believe her own fortune. This man spoke of using the blood of a real life dragon in his spells and curses. The tower was rather cramped and so the creature must be small, perhaps a baby. Maybe even a hatchling! "I think it's time we meet the others don't you?" asked the man as he began to maneuver towards a large golden doorway at the top of a large staircase. Alyna followed him up the steps, perhaps out of foolishness but she saw it as bravery. For she was the Blood of Old Valyria and no dragon would harm her. She entered the room and watched the old sorcerer clap his hands, the candles all around them beginning to light one by one. What she saw was horrifying.
She saw what must have been one hunred Dothraki men and women all chained to the cold stone walls, their blood being drawn by sorcerers an sorceresses similar to the first in appearance. Their skin was pale and cracking, their lips were pink and thin. Not one of them had a single hair on their head.

The Targaryen jumped back, finding two of the sorcerers waiting for her. They grabbed her and pinned her to the concrete wall, chains upon chains began to appear out of nowhere and bound her in place. "Look everyone," heckled the original sorcerer as he ushered the attention of the entire room towards Alyna. "Here we have genuine, pure, untouched King's Blood. Pure, untouched Blood of the Dragon," he cackled as the other creatures in the room letting out unintelligible shrieks of glee and pleasure. Alyna couldn't say anything, she felt like a spoiled child who chased what she wanted without considering the consequences. "I believe it is time for the main attraction. The Great Other does not like to be kept waiting," called the old man as he wreathed with pleasure. A few of the sorcerers wheeled out a large bird cage, inside lied a small, black and red dragon!

Alyna almost couldn't believe her eyes, she thought at first it was some kind of conjuror's trick; some kind of illusion. But then the small figure began to cry out, flapping its leathery wings furiously as the chain around its neck shook with its movement. In her blood and in her bones, she knew it to be real. Next to the small beast was two eggs, one blue and one green. They both had a crack. She wondered if that is why they hadn't hatched, she didn't know much about dragons - only a little, but a crack across the egg could not be good. Alyna racked her brain, trying to remember what she had read about back on Dragonstone about Aegon's Conquest and the Valyrian Freehold. She brainstormed before the word hit her; dracarys.

Alyna stared at the dragon, it looked fearful as one of the sorcerers approached it with a dagger as one did her. She mustered all the air she could and yelled the destructive phase - "DRACARYS!" - the sound rang through the room with a thunderous clap. All the great hall's inhabitants turned to face her with a look of laughter. Some even did laugh; the old man cackled as though he was watched the most fantastical play. But Alyna didn't laugh, and neither was the sorcerer who had tried to cut the dragon. He screamed. His scream was horrible, it pierced her ears like daggers. But a scream so horrific was to be expected when one was being burned alive by dragonfire. Alyna smirked, the dragon turning its attention to the man who was about to cut her; he too was burned alive. They all were, every sorcerer in the room was left nothing but ash by the time the small beast had exhausted himself.

When the final wizard died, so did Alyna's chains. They crumbled into ash, almost as if they never truly had been chains in the first place. She ran over to the cage and began to wrestle with the lock before it too crumbled into nothingness. "Aerion," said Alyna as she reached out to touch the dragon as he nestled up to her left hand, seemingly enjoying her company. The girl nearly did a double take as she saw the two eggs begin to crack even further, the final crack sounding like the ground they stood on had been split in two. Alyna reached in towards the two hatchling dragons, their screams were like the best Pentoshi music to the Targaryen as she nestled them under her arms, lifting them up into a warm embrace.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the sky was filled with the song of newborn dragons.

Alyna almost forgot about the Dothraki which inhabited the great hall along with her and her new dragons. She stared out to them, little by little they all began to drop to their knees. She could hear scattered Dothraki phrases like 'Khaleesi' or 'Khal' spread around the room. Alyna thought back to her time with Illyrio and how he taught her about different Essosi people; the Dothraki followed strength and honour above all. As the Mother of Dragons, Alyna showed true strength. Finally, she was no longer the scared little girl living her life with a Magister, she wasn't the girl too afraid to enter a new city. She was no longer just a useless heir; she was a true Targaryen. Alyna led the Dothraki out of the tower, it too slowly changing into dust and blood.

But Alyna didn't want dust and blood, she wanted fire and blood! And with her dragons and Dothraki, she would have it.