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

Ice & Fire

One of the dragons cut through the blush-orange sky of the setting sun in the far west, soaring above Dragonstone with the others not too far away. Jon looked up as Davos continued to walk down the pathway after they had spoken with Missendei. He had never seen a dragon, he'd only heard the rumors of the three dragons that accompanied the three Targaryens that conquered Westeros. 

   But here they were. And House Targaryen wasn't gone as others thought it would be. He needed to convince the two Queens that he came to them as an ally, not an enemy. Part of him even feared of being burned alive by one of the great dragons, but he wasn't dead yet. 

   He needed the Dragonglass to fight off against the Night King and his Wights--he needed more fighters. Neither of them met a Wight--it was obvious with them exiled in Essos--and they had no idea of what he was capable of, or what he could do. 

   "Lord Snow, Ser Davos." Vaerya greeted with a slight bow of her head.

   Davos and Jon stopped when they were merely seven feet apart from the sister of Daenerys Stormborn. A long piece of red cloth hovered over her right shoulder of her gray dress, whilst her hair was in a set of braids curling against her head. 

   "Your Grace." Jon greeted politely. 

   "Forgive me, Your Grace, but I reckon it is 'King Snow'." Davos interrupted. 

   Jon gave him a look. "Doesn't matter, King Snow doesn't sound any better than Lord Snow." He stated.

   "Of course." Davos said, backing down. 

   "You were the bastard son of Eddard Stark in Winterfell, I heard something of you participating in multiple wars for your home?" Vaerya asked, curious whether it was a myth or the truth.

   "I have, Your Grace. Many Houses sought out the opportunity to take it with no king or queen in its walls." He answered.

   "Until you came."

   "Aye."

   Vaerya nodded. Unlike her sister, she was rather collected and less tempered than how a true Targaryen would be. Nevertheless, she was a Targaryen and she was always a Targaryen.

   Before Jon could speak to her on whether or not he believed her of what he saw in The North, Davos already beat him to it. "If you don't mind me asking, Your Grace, but why is that you are known as Lady of The East?" He asked, intrigued and curious. 

   "I ruled the city of Mereen in Essos when my sister's hands were occupied at the time being. I assume the name 'Lady of The East' stuck still than simply being known as the Queen of Mereen." She replied.

   "But wouldn't you be known as a Lady rather than a Queen?"

   "My sister and I are both twins, Ser Davos. We came into this world with the midwives claiming that she was born seconds before I was, until we were forced to abandon Dragonstone with our brother Viserys. Instead of being known as Lady Vaerya, my sister is content of allowing me as a Queen as long as our goal to take the Iron Throne is successful." Vaerya explained.

   "When she takes the Iron Throne after all of this is over, the war, The North's problems, Cersei's rule, what will become of you then?" Jon then asked.

   "I have no intentions of sitting on the very thing my sister has sacrificed everything for. When she is crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, I will be crowned Queen of Dragonstone."

   Jon nodded his head, dumbfounded at his question. Only one person that was fit enough to rule Westeros was every Taragaryen in the bloodline, it had been like that since Aegon The Conqueror came. But it was strange. A Targaryen that had every right to take the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, and yet she declined to do so.