𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐒

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The fallen queen, the conqueror, and the babe

     Jory stared at the dragons that sat on Rhaella's arms in awe, "so, what will you name them?" He asked. Rhaella had thought about names all morning, she thought she would never decide what she would name them, until she did, and she found the perfect names for them.

     "The purple one is Rhaenya, for the fallen Queen who fought for her cause, she was no warrior, but her dragon will be. The green one is Aegon, for the King who brought the Seven Kingdoms together, and one of the greatest Targaryens to have ever lived. And the red one is Rhaegon, for the son my sister lost in the Dothraki Sea," the girl told her two companions.

     "They are beautiful names, Princess," Ser Barristan told her, and the girl nodded.

     "Why Rhaenys?" Jory asked.

     "Because I'm no warrior either, I only have my knowledge, and I hoped Rhaenya would be a fighter for both of us," Rhaella explained.

     "Only your knowledge?" Jory stopped in his tracks and raised his voice, "you are the youngest and smartest person I know, you have given Robb Stark council that none of the older Lords could. All of us could see it, it is in your blood, it's like you were born to rule" he told the girl.

     "And there is nothing I dread the most than ruling, I will counsel the people I love, but the idea of sitting on a chair all day ruling people and a kingdom makes me want to run," the Targaryen girl said, and Ser Barristan just nodded at that.

     The three rode until the sun started to set, that's when they decided to camp just outside a little village. They didn't want to risk staying in an Inn again, so Jory collected fire wood, Rhaella settled their little camp, and Ser Barristan went into the village to get them food and other supplies they might need. When Ser Barristan came back the fire was already lit and their makeshift beds were ready already.

     "I got us some bread and wine, and meat for them," Ser Barristan pointed to the dragons. They were always in the same place, Rhaegon on Rhaella's shoulder, Aegon on the other shoulder or her hand, and Rhaenya on her forearm.

     Rhaella tried to feed them the meat Ser Barristan got, but her dragons wouldn't eat it, and after trying for what felt like hours Rhaella remembered something. Rhaella had once read in a book about dragons how they did not eat any kind of meat, but charred meat. So the girl grabbed three pieces of meat, stuck them into a stick and put them in the fire, and when she thought the meat was black enough she took it out and offered it to them again. The girl was relieved when her dragons took the meat with pleasure, now she knew they wouldn't starve.

     "We have to find a place to transport them, we will be risking us and them if someone sees them, people would kill to have dragons, or hand them to Joffrey," the old knight told them.

     "You are right," Rhaella agreed with him.

     "We could use one of the cages people use to transport chickens," Jory told them his idea.

     "That is smart, we can cover it with fabric and no one will see anything," Ser Barristan agreed.

     Rhaella didn't say anything but she did nod in agreement, she was quieter than normal that day but she had gone through a lot in the past day. Her dragons had hatched, and after that they rode all day, to get as far away as the burned Inn as possible, and they made sure Rhaella wore a hoodie just so no one else recognized her.

     Rhaella looked up once again before going to sleep, she was hoping to see the red comet again. Ser Barristan and Jory had theories after theories about what that comet was, but in her heart Rhaella knew that the comet only meant one thing, dragons. She knew that the comet had shown when her sister's dragons hatched and it stayed there until her own dragons had hatched. It was a sign that magic had once again come back into the world, and Rhaella was proud to know that her dragons, as well as her sister's, were that magic.

     After eating the three companions laid down on their makeshift and got ready to sleep. Ser Barristan and Rhaella were exhausted so they fell asleep pretty quickly, now Jory, who was very worried about the Princess and the old knight because of what happened last night, stayed awake until his eyes couldn't stay open any longer.

     Jory looked at Rhaella and her dragons for a while, how Rhaegon curled up near Rhaella's neck, Rhaenya by the girls chest, and Aegon laid on top of the girls hand. The boy was still amazed by the creatures, never in his life he had thought he would ever see a dragon. But he was more amazed by Rhaella, the girl survived a fire that burned all night without even getting hot, and the boy couldn't get that out of his head.

...

Northerner Camp

     "My King, my Lord, my Lady," a soldier nodded to Robb, Lady Catelyn and to Theon. "There have been rumors about the Princess," the soldier said, and that peaked Robb and Theon's interest.

     "What rumors?" Theon asked, the soldier shook at the question, and that made Theon worry.

     "There have been rumors that she and her companions stopped at an Inn for the night and..." the man took a deep breath and continued, "and someone burned the Inn down," he finally finished.

     "What?" it was all Robb said.

     "My King, it is just a rumor, some people said she made it out and some said she was inside, but I thought you should know," the soldier told them.

     "Find out," Robb said in a cold tone.

     Robb couldn't bear the thought of Rhaella dying, she was one of his closest friends. And if something did happen to the girl, Robb couldn't help but blame himself. The boy couldn't help but imagine what would have happened if he didn't let her go, that she would have been fine if she just stayed by his side, like she was supposed to.

     Theon on the other hand, was angry, just for the thought of his friend being hurt, she was his closest friend and he couldn't bear to lose her. He was angry at Robb for letting Rhaella go so easily, he was angry at Rhaella for wanting to leave, but mostly, he was angry at himself. He knew he should have never let her go, Theon liked to keep the things most precious to him near him, so he questioned why he would ever let his friend go without at least fighting to keep her by his side.