Chapter 5: talks and plans for the future
AN: so I need some ideas from you guys.
I read a recently dropped fic of hotd where the mc wears assassins creed style clothing.
I for one liked the aesthetic of it. Should I not get any different opinions, he will wear a mix between mortal kombat ninja clothes (scorpion and subzero) and the ac style.
I like his grey hood and mask in the aux chapter. This is what gave me the inspiration. Also, his colors will be yellow, purple, and grey. Give me ideas for words and symbols for the house calaeris as well as ideas on what I should do from here.
Do I go gather an army in essos or go to westeros to make Allies in the shadows until the heirs tourney? Do I kill people like Larys strong or jeoffry of driftmark to keep people alive? Do I go try to gain aid from the house of Black and White? Let me know. As long as you're respectful and present decent arguments I will listen to them and even might put it in.
Please enjoy. Probably the last chapter for today.
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DAENERYS
Flying alongside ragnar calaeris, my thoughts are a whirlwind.
First I meet a man with two dragons, and then one of them is letting me ride her. I know it's a her I mount. So different from my son drogon.
That's what I'm most concerned about. Where are my sons? Why is there a man with two extremely large dragons in a time where i and only I rode them?
I look to him atop his Snow White mount and try to rationalize this strange situation.
I begin to really analyze him. For in our first meeting I was dazed by the fact another person had dragons other than me.
His jaw is strong, I can tell that even through the light beard he keeps.
His facial features, barring even the hair and eye color, are again enough proof to me he's of Valyrian heritage. And a very promising one at that. I'd done all the research I could on the ancient Valyrian families while on the run in my childhood. The calaeris were said to be the family who created Valyrian steel.
Such a boon would be immensely helpful to my cause to not only take back my birthright, but to also defeat the night king.
Imagine instead of the brittle dragonglass weapons, men wielded real Valyrian steel. It'd make the white walkers almost obsolete in my view.
'As long as he doesn't have a dragon this time,' I think remembering the day my son was killed by a single spear thrown by that monster.
I shake off my melancholic thoughts of a past that won't come to fruition and continue to study my fellow dragon rider.
He has straight hair show white hair instead of the curly dark hair I'm used to entangling my digits into. That's another thing I'm grateful for, even if this man is jon snow being reborn after being burned by drogon, he doesn't look like him.
I'm broken from my thoughts of the man beside me when his dragon lets out a screech, the first sound from the animal I've heard, before turning off to the free left hand side, banking into a sharp spiral straight downwards.
I gasped. Being as experienced as I am on dragon back, I know how difficult it will be to come out of such a maneuver in time and still gain your bearings.
I fear for the man and his beautiful mount.
Not for any love. I'm no blushing maiden. I'm a queen.
No, I was worried the man would die, casting me back alone again into this unknown time I'm in. I needed information, and my only halfway trustworthy source seemed intent on killing himself before I can get it.
My mount, And what a weird thing to say and not be speaking of drogon, follows her mate down.
I know they're mated. For dragons are solitary creatures. Never bunching up unless bonded.
I'll need to inform ragnar of this. Don't want any dragon eggs being left in this dump of an island.
I miss the view from the pyramid of mereen. Even after coming to westeros all I wanted was to go back to the essosi sun. And I miss it all the more when I'm surrounded by light rain and stormy clouds.
I'm broken from my musing when we land. I can see ragnar at his mounts snout, rubbing him so softly it looks like he's caressing a newborn babes cheek instead of a dragon capable of destroying a city like kings landing in a short time.
I watch him for a while beside my own mount after I come down from her back, just taking him in.
He didn't seem to be swayed by my beauty in the brief talk we had, something I appreciate and dislike in equal measure. My beauty has always helped in keeping rowdy, stubborn men in check in hopes they can visit my bed.
Wait?! Visit my bed, I haven't had my maidenhood broken yet. That I can feel. For a women knows what her body has gone through. And I know this one has never been bedded.
Suddenly, a small hope rises within me. The want, no, the need to have a family. To see my children running and playing behind a red door. That was always my dream until life pushed me to become a queen.
Now, with this realization, my plans for the future suddenly start to change. One that included a liter of little silver haired purple eyed children calling me muna, my heart truly beats for the first time in what feels like lifetimes.
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RAGNAR
After landing and patting my companion I turn To my right and look at Daenerys stormborn standing beside nova staring at me.
Although after further glance I can see she's not looking at me. Just in my direction. A classic case of the lights being on but nobody being home.
But I'm greateful for the respite. Because now I have to try to tell her she can't take what she wants. For its already been taken.
It's 103 AC, much, much earlier than Daenerys' own time. It's also one even more dangerous in my opinion.
Sure the night king is a bastard. But he's not cunning.
He had one goal.
To kill everything.
Humans in my opinion are much more dangerous.
Their words are wind. Their oaths as malleable as wet clay.
This is what I know. As does the women off beside me. I'll need to break it sooner or later. Might as well get it over with. After she leaves to do her thing I can start making preparations for taking over a more suitable island. The constant fog and storm above my head is getting to my mood.
I'm a dragon after all. We thrive in the heat.
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DAENERYS
I'm broken from my thoughts of an army of children playing around a manse In peace by a hand on my shoulder.
I flinch, and flinch hard.
This is the first time I've been touched since being stabbed by Jon. Human contact is not something I'm comfortable with at the moment.
I look up into ragnar's eyes and gasp at the beautiful flower like design in his eyes with subtle hints of white to outline it.
My small frame next to his tall one is all I can think about for a moment before shaking my head and donning my queenly mask.
""Why are you touching me?""
He laughs, a deep baritone like sound that comes from his chest before leading me to a golden fire that's been made by his companion.
As we sit on a long smooth stone he speaks to me, ""my apologies Daenerys. I got tired of waiting for you to come out of your mind.""
I nod. Knowing how tiresome such things can be. And with a dragon's impatience I know he has, it was bound to happen.
I sigh and decide to speak to him, time to get information.
""Tell me. Who are the leaders of westeros?""
The man looks at me in a weird way. One even my trained eyes can't identify before speaking back.
""King Viserys Targaryen 1st of his name has been crowned only moons ago. His wife, queen aemma Arryn and daughter Rhaenyra reside in a place called kings landing.""
My words seemed to have shocked her to the core. Surely she knows those names.
The first queen of westeros, as well as her idiot father bearing her own mad brothers name.
After my declaration I find her back in her mind. Deciding to end our small talk there I scoot a good 10 feet away from the Targaryen sitting beside me and lay against my dragon who's snuggled up to his mate in a lock of necks and bodies.
I have one thing on my mind now, with my being sure the Targaryen will be gone by the time I wake up, I begin to plan. To plot. To prepare my mind for the things I know I'll have to do to survive in this world.
'With the dragons came fire. With man came death.'
Are my last thoughts as I drift off into the land of morpheus.
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AN: hope you enjoy. Sadly for our friend ragnar, he'll get a massive surprise in the beginning of the next chapter. Hopefully by then I can be sure on where I want him to set up his kingdom.
Give me suggestions please. I want a place with a volcano for the dragons, as well as be an island or peninsula for independence purposes.
See you later!
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