The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

King Of The North

Davos and Jon Snow walked through the entrance of Dragonstone, stopping once they looked up to see Daenerys Targaryen sitting on a rock-like throne. Her black dress ran over her boots  while her hands remained flat in her lap, her dragon chain strapped over her right shoulder while a straight piece of a burgundy leather loomed over her shoulder. 

   Another Targaryen sat to her left, appearing comfortable on the rocky edges of the sides of the throne. Her beautiful brown dress ran over her beige pants and black boots, a collar stretched outwards from her neck. Her almost white hair was braided into a small bun on the back of her head, leaving the rest of her hair to remain loose.

   "You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Rightful Heir to The Iron Throne. Rightful Queen of The Andals and The First Men. Protector of The Seven Kingdoms. The Mother of Dragons. The Khalessi of The Great Grass Sea. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains."

   Missendei paused, a slight nod to the other woman. "You are also in the presence of Vaerya Dragonfall of House Targaryen. The Dragon's Sister. Lady of The East. The Blue Queen." She resumed.

   Tyrion glanced at Jon and Davos for a moment, knowing the titles his queen bear was nothing compared to Jon's. 

   "This is Jon Snow," Davos introduced,

   Daenerys gave him as look as if there was more to it.

   "he's King of The North." He continued. 

   "Thank you for traveling so far, my Lord." Daenerys said. "I hope the seas weren't too rough."

  "The winds were kinds your grace--" Jon began before Davos cut him off.

   "Apologies, I have a flee bottom accent, I know, but Jon Snow is King of The North, your grace. He's not a Lord." Davos pointed out.

   "Forgive me--" Daenerys began.

   "Your grace, this is Davos Seaworth." Tyrion informed.

   "Forgive me, Ser Davos," she tried again, "I did receive a formal education. But I could have sworn that I read The last King of The North was Tauron Stark, who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryen in exchange for his life and the lives of the Northman. Tauron Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity, or do I have my facts wrong?" She questioned.

   "I wasn't there your grace." Davos said.

   "No, of course not. But still, an oath is an oath, and perpetuity means...what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?" She asked her hand.

   "Forever." He answered.

   "Forever," she then said, "so I assume, my Lord, you're here to bend the knee?" 

   Jon went quiet. He was here to make peace and have the Targaryens help him and the North against the Dead, not swear his loyalty to her.

   "I  am not." He said.

   "Oh, well that is unfortunate." Daenerys stated. "You've traveled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?" She then asked.

   "Break faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive, he burnt my uncle alive. He would have burned the seven kingdoms." Jon cooly reminded. 

   "Our father was an evil man. On behalf of House Targaryen, we ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family, and I ask you not to judge two daughters by the sins of their father." Vaerya said, posturing her back straight.

   "Our two houses were allies for centuries and those were the best centuries the seven kingdoms have ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity with a Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as warden of the North." Daenerys interjected. "We are the last Targaryens, Jon Snow. Honor the pledge your ancestor made to ours, bend the knee and I will name you warden of the North. Together, we will save this country from those who would destroy it."