rise of Daenerys Targaryen

Chapter 1: Prologue

Daenerys Targaryen sprinted through the halls of the Red Keep, clutching her blood-stained skirt in her hand. Anger pulsed through the young princess’ veins and boiled in her blood as tears of grief, of rage, fell down her cheeks. How could she be so stupid? She entrusted the fate of her child into the hands of a witch and her little Damon had paid the price for it

WITCH!” Daenerys screamed as she stormed into Merentei’s room where the Red Priestess was meditating before her fireplace

You killed my child!” Daenerys roared. “You did this to me! You lied to me!”

“I never lied,” the witch retorted in accented Common Tongue. She smirked up at Dany once she felt the tip of the poker being taken away from her neck.

“You told me – you promised me – that the blood sacrifice would make her stronger! You told me that my child would be the third head of the dragon and needed the strength of R’hllor. You lied!”

The priestess chortled at her, but there was no amusement in her voice, only contempt. “No, silly girl. Your father promised you so. I made no such promises.”

“Liar! You told me that my daughter would be Azor Ahai come again,” Dany snarled, lifting the poker up to the priestess’ neck.

“You are mistake once again, Daenerys Stormborn. I told you that your daughter will bring about the coming of our saviour, Azor Ahai. The Prince That Was Promised,” the priestess corrected, still grinning. “I told you that Azor Ahai would come again within the year and rise fire. I remember everything, Daenerys.”

Daenerys stepped away from her, fighting back tears. She wasn’t sure if they were tears of grief or anger, but Dany refused to let the witch see her cry. “How can she possibly do that now? She’s dead! My daughter is dead!”

Merentei’s smirk only became more sinister, widening into a large grin. What she revealed next only served to disturb Dany further. “You’ll find that your daughter will serve a better purpose dead than alive.”

Mouth agape, Dany stared at the witch, horrified. Her arm went limp by her side. She faintly heard the fire poker fall to the ground, its metal clashing with the cold floor. Merentei glanced between Dany and the fire poker. Deciding that this was her only hope of escaping the Red Keep alive, Merentei ran out of her room. Daenerys realised that the witch was gone too late. The young princess ran after her, skirt hiked above her shin.

“Seize her! Ser Barristan, restrain the witch!”

“My lady?” Ser Barristan asked, confusion evident in his tone. Despite his confusion, the old knight drew steel against the Red Witch, backing her against a wall, before he turned the witch around and grabbed her wrists.

Daenerys rushed towards Ser Barristan. The knight regarded her with worried eyes, seeing the blood on her dress, but Daenerys paid him no mind. Her eyes were set on the witch who had taken her child from her. Merentei of Lys would know her pain, Dany decided, and then some.,

“Princess, what has happened?” Ser Barristan’s worried voice tore Daenerys from her murderous thoughts. Her violet eyes snapped towards him, surprised that he was still there, even though she knew her surprise was not logical.

“The king’s witch murdered my daughter and brother,” Daenerys growled. The knight winced at the unfamiliar harshness the princess was displaying. Even Dany had surprised herself. “He will no doubt want her dead as well, once he puts the pieces together.”