Born Again From Fire

Prologue

Daenerys placed her nimble hand upon the body of her dragon; he was red and black, covered in stab marks from the latest battle against the undead army and Night King. It had been months since then, since her supposed lover, Jon Snow, had plunged a knife into her heart killing her. She remembered waking up in Volantis within the Lord of Light's Temple, next to Kinrava, one of the red priestess whom are loyal to her and her dragons. They had resurrected her back from the dead using fire and she had continued to live there since then, to heal before heading back to the Seven Kingdoms with Drogon and his four baby dragons awaiting for them to be grown to take revenge upon the ones who planned to kill and conspired against her.
She thought to herself, maybe if she had stayed within Dragonstone, not helped Jon and his crew maybe just maybe her dragon Viserion would still be alive - that Rhaegal would be alive. She had lost everything slowly since then. After the death of two of her dragons, Jorah, and her best friend whom was beheaded right in front of her by Cersei Lannister, which drove her to madness. She had burned down all of Kings Landing; men, women, and children out of anger and sadness. She was heartbroken and felt alone like nobody loved her there. Even by her own partner she felt unloved as he refused to show her affection. Nobody loved her all she had was fear and so be it.

Since her betrayal by those she loved she loathed the idea of falling for that euphoria again all she needed were her dragons, for she is 'The Mother of Dragons'.
"Drogon, my sweetest child" She cooed softly at him as she mounted upon his back, gripping onto one of the red spikes upon his back, "when I heal and you and the other dragons get even larger. I want to kill the men who conspired against me. I shall break the wheel, again." Said Daenerys, as she spoke the Valyrian language commanding her son to take flight. It pained her to want to kill lady Sansa, for she was smitten by her, even if she did conspire against her, she found her beautiful and the most graceful woman she's ever met.

Night after night and day after day, Daenerys began to have nightmares of her children dying all over again. She whimpered in her sleep dreaming of watching Viserion and Rhaegal fall out of the sky again as if it were on repeat. A small handmaiden that lived in Volantis sharing the same bedchamber as her gently pressed her hand against the smaller woman's back caressing it softly, feeling the smooth bumps on her skin, small faded scars, everything to calm her. Awaking at this sudden touch, the Targaryen pushed her away teary eyed, "Vo frakho anna vosecchi." She said not knowing it was the woman she took as bed partner.

"Daenerys," She softly started grabbing her wrists as she squirmed into the night panicking, "Daenerys, it's me, Kassandra!"

"Kassandra..." Daenerys spontaneously laced her gentle arms around the woman's neck, embracing her tightly as she cried, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you! Are you hurt?" She asked cupping her cheek as the pale light hit her face.

"Of course, my Moonlight," Kassandra replied kissing the girls face before pressing their foreheads together, smiling as they held each other. "I'm okay." The Warrior was in love with the Targaryen, but alas Daenerys never wanted a relationship ever again after that bastard killed her. It angered Kassandra to the core about it yet - she felt Daenerys still loved him, that she still loved those who betrayed and plotted her death. She was soft. So soft and beautiful and sweet which made the woman love her. And she hated it at the same time. "You should get some sleep, Khaleesi."

The following day, Daenerys went into the counsel room and sat upon her stone chair, it felt cool against her bare back as the heat of the day swept through the city. "Your Grace," a man called out, "I have word that Jon is beyond the wall! I advise you to not kill him or else it will be a declaration of war."

"I appreciate your words, but I do wish to seek my revenge upon him. Even if I have to burn down all kingdoms, I will." She responded, taking a drink from her wine which was sweet and tickled its way down her throat.

"But Your Grace, you're not-"

A group of women dressed in all red hooded dresses barged through the door, "The Queen can do as she likes. We worship her here in the Lord of Lights Temple, remember?" Kinrava said gesturing the man to exit the room for she wished to speak to the Targaryen alone.

Doing as the woman wished, he left. Kinrava sat in the chair across from Daenerys, offering her more wine, "How badly do you want to kill Jon Snow?"

"It cannot be put into words for how badly I want to end his life."

The red priestess smiled at her response, it was plastered across her face, she knew what her answer would be but wanted to hear it personally. "And I cannot wait for word to get about when you do so. Now if I'll be on my way, I need to go back to Westeros. I'll keep an eye out for you there and send a raven if I find out anything." Kinrava stood up walking in a slow pace to the door, bowing her head, "May we meet again."

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