Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Daenerys Targaryen - My Dragon 2

"Daenerys, I am not sure that this is the best idea," you say, looking down at your feet as you stop walking. You hear her stop walking and she puts a hand gently on your shoulder.

"It will be okay. These men need us, they need our help." You bite your bottom lip, considering the facts.

You had arrived back in Westeros not long ago, although you weren't exactly sure when. So much had happened. Daenerys was so happy to be in her families home, even if she couldn't show it as much as she wished. Then Jon Snow came asking for dragon glass and talking of white walkers. You could tell he was surprised to see you by her side, your mother having done everything she could to keep rumors of you at bay. But you could also tell from the moment Daenerys and Jon laid eyes on each other that they had some sort of connection.

It pained you, seeing the looks they gave each other. It was longing mixed with lust, something that you had always hoped Dany would show towards you one day. You knew it was foolish, falling in love with Daenerys, but you couldn't help. She showed you a kindness that not many people had. And now she was asking you to help her help the men, Jon Snow included, who went to capture a white walker alive.

"Do they really need our help? Dany, they all decided to do this knowing what the risks were. They all knew that they could die."

"Y/N, I know that we are close companions, but I am also your queen. I never thought I would have to command something of you since we are since you are my friend, but I will if I must." You look into her eyes, seeing the determination in them.

"As you say, my queen." She hides her shock well, but you can see she is hurt by your words. You hadn't called her 'my queen' in ages, at least not in private. She had insisted that when other people weren't around that you could call her by her name.

You walk away from her as Tyrion comes, beginning to transform into your dragon form. The transformation was always a bit painful, but the feeling once you were a dragon was amazing. Flying was the only time you ever felt truly free of everything. Tyrion comes over to you while Dany starts climbing onto Drogons back.

"Stay safe, Y/N. Protect her, but also protect yourself." You lower you head and nudge him gently, trying to reassure him. Tyrion has become the father you never had in the time you have spent together, and it pains you to be leaving him for something that you don't even agree with.

Drogon takes off, followed by Viserion and Rhaegal. You quickly follow them, speeding in front of them. They have grown a lot since you first came into contact with them, but you are still bigger than they are.

You're not sure how long the flight takes you, but coming over a large mountain range covered in snow, you see a flat plain. On the edge of it stand the men that you have come looking for, surrounded by an army of white walkers. If you were a human, you know that you would have paled at the sight. You had figured that the army would be big, but this was a gigantic number of them.

Drogon and Dany fly lower, Drogon shooting flames at the white walkers closest to them. You circle above them once they land to collect the men, shooting flames at any of the dead that get to close. Keeping an eye on Dany, you fly higher, trying to take in more of what was going on. You would think that being a giant creature that could fly would give you a better view of everything, but it was actually difficult because each flap of your wings made your whole body.

Something out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. A white walker that is dressed much nicer than the rest of them takes aim and launches something into the air, straight for Viserion. Not even stopping to think, you dart in front of the Dragon and feel a stabbing pain.

You let out a bellowing roar as you try to stay in the air. You can feel the blood rushing out of your body, see it hitting the ground. You have never seen that much blood in your life. You continue to roar and screech as the ground gets closer and closer. Even while you are panicking and getting weaker and weaker, you glance to Dany. You can see that she is terrified, angry, sad, and panicking as well, all with one glance.