Young Mother of Dragons

Set Sail for Dragonstone

Mal : So what's the deal?

Mal suddenly asks as they were all in breakfast.

Valyria : What deal?

Mal rolls her eyes.

Mal : You're not the Valyria we know.

Valyria : What do you mean I'm not the Valyria you know?

Mal : I mean, like, when we met you, you were this sweet innocent girl and now......

Valyria : And now?

Mal : Now you have changed.

Valyria : Changed? In what way?

Mal : Well, you're merciless and...... Just... Different. What's up with that?

Valyria : You don't understand.

Gill : What don't we understand?

Valyria : You are not in Aurodon, you are not in the Isle of the Lost, you are in Game of Thrones and in Game of Thrones, you win.......or you die.
Everyone is a backstabber, everyone is a murder, you do what you can to survive or you die.

Valyria said then looked down.

Valyria : I warned you not to come to my home, it's dangerous, you get killed but you insisted and I agreed.
You chose a path, now you should walk on it. My path was groomed to be a queen one day and lead the people of Westros, I accepted it at the age of 4 and I am walking my path.
You wanted to come with me, you accepted helping me on my quest, now you must walk that path.

Tyrion : Spoken like a true Queen.

Valyria looks over at Tyrion and smiles.

Valyria : Thank you.

Carlos : I accept, I mean, we don't get to study for a whole year! How cool is that?!

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After breakfast, they were still finishing last minute of the fleet, Valyria was sitting by herself in the thrown room, on the stairs.

There were days that she would miss her parents, but mostly her father as she is a daddy's girl. She loved them so much, she would secretly cry herself to sleep every night when everyone was asleep. And these are the days where she would wish to hug her parents and never let them go.

A tear escaped her eyes and she quickly wipes it away. She didn't realize Tyrion was there, he sat next to her on the stairs with wine in his hands, he offered and she accepted with a weak smile and he poured her and himself the wine.

Tyrion : You know, you're not supposed to be drinking.

She gave a weak chuckle.

Valyria : I started drinking when my son died and I was 12 then.

Tyrion : You had a son?

She nodded and takes a sip.

Tyrion : What was his name?

She looks at him, taking every detail of him if she could trust him.

Valyria : Rhaegar was his name.

Tyrion : Like your uncle?

She nods and he sips his wine.

Valyria : I loved him, you know.

She pours out her heart.

Tyrion : We all love our children..... Except I don't have any.

Valyria : I named him after my uncle because.......my uncle was all I could I ever ask for, he was like my second father and I was like his daughter...... He would read to me, sing to me, console me if I was angry or sad.