Dragon Dreams and Dangerous Things

Daenerys 

She tossed and turned in her pavilion, dreaming as she had done so rarely.

Her dreams were always strange, her brothers were there, sometimes she was her brothers, mainly Rhaegar. They always had dragons, always had fire and blood but over the last few months, years, weeks, her dreams have changed from comforting and prophetic to horror and nightmarish.

They have been cold and full of ice and snow.

It started not long after her choice to marry Hizdahr, she dreamt of their wedding night and his lips were blue and bruised, when he thrust inside her with his manhood, it wasn't warm as Drogo's was weeks when she fell in love with him but this time it felt cold as ice.

This dream was white, everything was white around her and she saw the skies darkened, snow was falling rapidly and behind her, she saw a castle.

She walked to the castle and along the way, she began to see blood, weapons were scattered around and she stepped on a shield in snow, it was cracked and the Stark direwolf was broken.

Signs of battle was clearly visible, the gate was broken as if a giant destroyed it, she noticed so much blood but no corpses, no bodies were seen and that made her nervous.

The screeching of her dragons and Rodrik's were heard, as were the sounds of fighting then at a single moment, bodies or living and what she presumes to be dead began to manifest. She thought she would be harmed but none bothered her, it was as if she didn't exist to those fighting each other.

A dark shadow came above them and it that, she saw Sheepstealer, he was breathing fire down on the castle and her children went above the Wall going West.

The noise died and she was being stared by a man of ice, knelt before him were the bodies of both Rodrik and one other, she believed his name was Jon Snow. The man of ice looked directly at her and she rose from her sleep in a sweaty mess.

She woke and walked around the camp to find Missandei, she sat them both down and she told her about the dream.

"So you say you saw their dead corpse?" She shook her head, placing her hands on her lap.

"No, I saw them kneeling, like others have done to me... And their heads were missing." That was the worst part, she shuddered on seeing the dead for herself.

She wonders if she'll be too scared to fight them, she asks herself if she will flee and run back East than face the White Walkers. Then she takes a few calm breaths, she makes herself brave as she was brave when leaving the Red Door at Braavos with Viserys, when she married Drogo despite fearing the pain.

"My Queen, are you, afraid for King Rodrik?" That was the question was it, that what she saw had worried her not just for herself but for her rival, the man who had become a sort of friend than an ally.

"... He and I despised each other since we met, I still sort of dislike him but he and I, the night before the morning we marched, we spoke to one another and this time he listened." She said and Missandei was surprised, "When you left, when he said that he knew. There wasn't a clever comment, we didn't even talk about rights and crowns." She continued with a little smile on her face.

"So he knows? Is he going to use that against us?" Missandei asked and she hopes that she is wrong, what Rodrik felt that night didn't give a single inclination, "From what I've seen of these people, they value one's manhood and whether he can breed, not on one's skill at ruling or leading." These men of Westeros weren't what she imagined, but, they are what they've got and she's responsible for all of them now.

She remembered what she expected, people awaiting her arrival, sowing dragon banners in their castles and homes and toasting her wishes of health until she came for her throne.

They weren't, they didn't give two shits as some would say. The people, she saw them in King's Landing, they cared more for the food she brought into the city. They cared that the wars in the South had been brought to an end, now, they have to go North, they have to fight so their daughters, sons, and wives can have full lives.

Rodrik, Sansa, she noticed that those who follow them give their admiration freely. They are loved and respected by the men fighting for them, the same love and respect her own people give to her and are going North at this moment.

Grey Worm, Jorah, Missandei, Tyrion, they follow her because they believe in her. Arianne, Doran, Varys, Lady Olenna, they aren't exactly trustworthy and she is wary of them and their intentions once the war in the North is done but they chose to follow her, now whether it was for genuine hope in the cause or because their common enemy was Cersei, they still chose to bow to her for it.

"They are a strange people, my people, this conflict to the North will make us brothers and sisters, I want to believe in that." She told Missandei who nodded with a smile on her face, "Thank you for speaking with me, Missandei, now how are you? How is Grey Worm?" Missandei blushed and the next half hour was full of laughs and banter.

The morning came not long after that, the camp packed up and the army started moving again.

She had thought about going for a ride on Drogon soon, she hasn't done so in a couple of weeks which has since made her miss the freedom it gave her.

Her children flew above her, Sheepstealer flying over them as some elder sibling would go ahead of its litter.

"We'll be riding near the Trident, soon, Queen Daenerys." She was surprised by Rodrik's appearance, he must be patrolling through the factions as he had done over the past couple of days, possibly from boredom. "We can stop so you may pay respects to your brother, if you want?" Truly, they are already near the place where her brother fought his last fight? She took a couple of minutes to decide.

"Very well." He nodded and escorted her two miles up the road, they cut across and found a long stretch of water.

She's never seen such a large river, not once besides lines and lines of oceans, oceans of which she loved to sail on. She turned was caught by a sight of Rodrik dismounting from his horse, the sun was breaking from the clouds and catching him in light.

"Did the Usurper leave his body? Did Rhaegar not get a funeral?" She asked, she didn't want to be that person but Rhaegar was her brother, was the Last Dragon and heir to the Iron Throne. Rodrik looked out into the river before nodding, she wanted to be angry but what point did it make? The man was dead and so was the Usurper.

"You have to understand, Robert loved her, the woman who marched thousands to war. Rhaegar had taken her, no one knows the full story other than the reasons, that Lyanna was being raped and beaten by a lusty Dragonlord. Others say that maybe, they loved one another and had whisked away but it is left in mystery." She listened and she thought on it, about which story was true and which one was false.

She isn't foolish to deny that some in her family was mad, insane, she worries if she'll someday become insane as her father and Viserys were, to be killed by those who were allies and friends, she is even guilty as she allowed Drogo to pour the gold on Viserys head.

But was her brother who the majority said that Rhaegar was just, sad, consumed in melancholy and a musician that took the hearts of men and women. Barristan knew her brother most, he held Rhaegar in high regard and how he loved his Lady Lyanna.

"I am fond of the latter, that he loved his Lady Lyanna." Rodrik seemed a little bothered by her defending the incident, "Don't tell me that you never loved someone so dearly, you would give your life and the impression others thought of you to be with her?" She knows that type of person, she was that someone when she gave everything for Drogo, would even give her own life.

Rodrik crossed his arms and thought about it before answering her, "Arianne, I have thought about leaving home to be with her. In Dorne, women can inherit so I could have lived in the South with her or convince her to come to the Eyrie, I knew that House Martell wasn't fond of the Northern kingdoms and I would give my inheritance for her." She smiled at thinking that he too would give everything for the one he loved, "That was before I was a man, when I turned 18, I embraced by role and was facing a threat of my own." A threat of his own? She sighed and turned back to the river.

"What did you face? I was under the impression the Seven Kingdoms thrived after the War of the Usurper." Rodrik grew silent, she cursed herself for asking him about it.

"I suppose you told me a story, I should repay the favor." He walked away and she followed until they were back to their horses, he helped her back on her own before he mounted his.

They began riding down the road, he began telling her about his mother that his father married.

Lysa Tully was now Lysa Arryn. She gave her husband many children, many were stillborns or miscarriages, then came his little brother, Robert.

He began speaking about how Lysa petitioned for Jon Arryn to replace him as heir to the Eyrie, she was horrified by that, a mother should care for all her children and not try to overthrow them with the younger child.

"When the War of the Five Kings started, I led the Valemen for King Stannis, he was the true heir to Roberts reign and I thought I was doing what my father wanted." What happened to make him decide to declare his independence? She wondered, "We attacked King's Landing and was pushed back, the city was truly taken and I was close to besieging the Red Keep, the Reach and Tywin arrived and Stannis had retreated with his army, he left me and my men to die, I thank Yohn for making me retreat as well but at great cost, the whole campaign lost me fifteen-thousand-men." She saw him frown in sadness, he must have lost friends in those battles.

"Is that when you named yourself King?" He shook his head and she was confused.

"No, that came a long while after. King Stannis left us to wait for orders at Duskendale, I got tired of waiting and then we received a raven, his grace demanded I regroup my army and hit King's Landing once more, he also demanded we forsake the Seven for his fire god. I refused and allied myself with House Stark, we worked together and scattered both Lannister and Tyrell men." Rodrik spoke with sadness, "Stannis thought I betrayed him and executed one of my people, Yohn's heir at the time."

Rodrik went on to speak about how Robb Stark, King in the North had planned to return home and reclaim his land. "I would have joined them if not for being informed that my brother's mother and two other traitors had raised arms in rebellion against me, I led what men I had home. The war to reclaim my land began at Saltpans where I found Arya and the Hound, routing the band of mercenaries commanded by the Lannisters, then I went to Wickenden, Lady Waxley gave me some fighting men. After that, I marched on Gulltown, there I used the city to push my way into the Vale, I also found Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark who came from a voyage from the Red Keep."

She thought that quite a lot went on, she was surprised that the Seven Kingdoms were already broken, the Usurper's Reign was always a failure.

"What happened next?" She asked Rodrik who nodded and sighed.

"My traitorous stepmother loved Baelish, I baited her into letting me inside and from there I retook the Vale of Arryn, settlement to settlement, castle to castle. A final conflict happened at the base of the Giant's Lance. I fought my brother and his army, crushed his forces and took him captive... I executed him and Lysa and Baelish." He killed his own brother because this Lysa turned him against Rodrik.

"From personal experience, killing your brother is hard, even for me and mine beat me for not answering his call." He scoffed and shook his head, "Is something funny Lord Feathers." She asked with a new nickname for Rodrik who smiled slightly.

"The thing was that Robert was never my brother, Sweetrobin was the son of Lysa, no doubt, but he was fathered by Petyr Baelish." Gods, she is glad to have never met this Petyr Baelish, she might have burnt him for opening his poisonous mouth. "The War for Winterfell happened, Sansa and I defeated the Boltons, met Jon who told us about the White Walkers, I personally didn't believe him until I saw proof... Then we marched South to find allies and your letter came to us." So ends the journey so far, truly a tragic tale near the middle.

She caught on to another name he spoke of. "Jon Snow?" She asked and he nodded.

"Sansa's brother, half-brother. He'll be glad we brought back some men to fight for the living." Indeed, she sighed and turned her horse around, he seemed confused.

"I want to fly, want to join me?" She offered and he was dumbstruck for several moments.

"... I would love to, though I hate it." He'll love it soon enough, everyone dreams of being a dragon.