The Birth of Dragons

Princess Daenerys Targaryen

She had two dragons that were constantly attached to her, it was an odd experience, an odd feeling, knowing that she was the mother of someone, something rather. She had been the mother of someone, but that someone had died. The dragons were growing larger with every passing day, there were two for her, Rhaegal, pale and white, with Viserion being green and bronze. Her brother Aemon, had the black dragon, with its fiery red eyes, whom he had named Belgabad, after the biggest dragon to have ever lived. Things were changing, and it was that, that had prompted her and her brother to seek out Ser Jorah Mormont.

"How did the dragons hatch?" that is the question she asks, looking at her brother, and the knight from Bear Island. Her brother's sworn swords near them.

The knight seems to consider the question for a moment, and then he responds. "The Blood of the Dragon and a sacrifice of someone important is what led to them reawakening I believe, my Princess."

Dany can tell that Aemon wants to refute the mere suggestion that Drogo was ever anything important, but he does not, instead he merely nods for her to keep speaking, and so she does. "But, how is that enough to bring them back? We know from you, and from the stories, that this was attempted long before, when the last dragon died, and nothing happened. So then why did it happen now?"

At this, the knight looks at a loss for words, and so he merely shrugs. "As to that, I could not tell you, my Princess," Ser Jorah seems as though he does not know what else to say, then he simply says. "I believe what happened, was meant to happen, that is all I can say."

Dany is not completely satisfied with the answer, and she can tell by the way Aemon's shoulders are slanted, that he is not either, but instead of pursuing that line of thinking she asks. "Do you think that it will make it easier for us to gain supporters now then, Ser Jorah?"

The knight hesitates for a moment, seemingly uncertain over whether his response would be classified as insulting them, or not, but eventually he responds. "I believe so yes, my Princess. I think that now the word gets out over your dragons, the people will come. You brought back creatures who have been dead for centuries, people will believe you to be Gods. And the people always wish to fight for the Gods."

Dany likes those words, and she feels Rhaegal and Viserion purr at them as well, her brother however, seems unimpressed. "That means nothing, if half the Khalasar leaves before we even get to Astapor." Dany grimaces, after Drogo's death, and the death of her son, the Khalasar had fragmented, even with the birth of the dragons, they had not seemed content to follow her, or her brother, even when half of them were killed for their treason, some still left, and Dany knows that has greatly angered her brother.

Ser Jorah seems to consider her brother briefly for a moment, before he replies. "Those Dothraki who left, will not last for very long. They are the ones who lack common sense. They shall fade into the abyss of obscurity and die there."

Dany believes the knight, but she knows her brother will not be pacified until at least one of them is dead, that is why she knows he turns to Rakharo and says. "Bring me the head of one of those fools, and bring me the woman he has taken as his slut." The man nods and hastens away, Dany keeps her voice shut regarding the last part of that, she knows she has nothing to complain about, given her marriage to Drogo, and yet something about that still irks her.

Trying to take her mind off of those troubling thoughts, she instead, asks her brother. "What will you do when you get to Astapor? Where will you get the money to pay for the Unsullied? We do not have enough."

At this, her brother merely smiles. "The wise man who housed us gave our brother money for ventures such as this."

Dany hesitates then, she knows her brother does not trust the magister, but this sudden willingness to work with what he gave, and the reasoning behind it, is something she does not feel comfortable with. "Are you sure that is wise? Do you really want to be in the man's debt?"

She sees a look pass between her brother and Ser Jorah, and next thing she knows, Ser Jorah is speaking. "The magister and Prince Aemon have come to an understanding regarding this money. There shall be no debt, no repayment."

Dany stares at her brother, seeing how these words bring a glint to his eye, she is not really sure she wants to know what that means, but she finds herself asking. "What does that mean?"

Aemon merely sighs. "It means that I have shown the man who is in charge here, and it most definitely, is not him." A moment passes, then another, where she and her brother stare at one another, before her brother states. "Ser Jorah you may leave us now." The knight nods and bows, before turning and leaving, once he has gone, her brother looks back at her and whispers. "You do not need to look so dismayed sister, the fat man, is still alive."

Dany is taken aback by the words, and finds herself replying. "I do not know why you feel so compelled to act in a manner that our own brother would find slightly repugnant. The Magister is not a man you threaten; we both know that."

Aemon's face tightens at the mention of their deceased brother, that is a breach that has not yet been fixed between them, and Dany is not sure that it ever will be. His voice is no louder than a whisper, when he replies. "I know what I am doing Dany. The Magister needed to be reminded who was in charge here."

Dany sighs, not wanting them to fight. "Okay, if you say so, Aemon." She leans forward then, and presses a kiss to her brother's lips, she feels relieved when he does not pull away.