Fire Dose Not Kill The Dragon

Jorah

He stood out of the room or tent, hearing the witch chant and give birth to his Khaleesi's child. Hearing the screams reminded him of his first wife, shortly before dying.

He peeked inside and saw Daenerys brother holding her hands and gritted his teeth, the brother worries for her safety as he had always done ever since they were but children. Or so that's what he was told by Viserys a week before the incident in the grasslands.

Even then Daeron was protective of her, he saw more than twice when he personally caught the one who tried to assassinate her, then once when Viserys laid hands on Dany. Daeron showed real fury during this and went as far as to beat Viserys bloody, by the end this led to the incident that led to the Snakes death shortly after Daenerys named her child.

When Viserys had died a dilemma began with the two, in Westerosi tradition Daeron would be the next King despite being second born after Daenerys. Daeron instead passed it onwards to Daenerys because of how he felt for her, it wasn't a secret that the younger brother had romantic feelings for his sister with being together since they were born. So Daenerys went on a warpath for her new birthright and he chose to fight for her instead of spying for a chance at going home.

Looking to the right he saw the lifeless body of Drogo, Miri had failed to save him when he and Daeron brought Daenerys to give birth. Khaleesi does not know, that all her efforts to keep the man she grew to love so dearly has departed from this world. And he knew when she wakes that fire and blood will be all that is in her heart, that not even Daeron could fill the blackened void.

Not even he, one who had also come to love her can heal this wound.

Daeron

(9 Hours Later)

"D... Daeron?"

He shot up and took hold of his sisters hand, holding tightly and wiping his dried tears with his other hand. She looked at him and her eyes opening half-way, tears welling up.

"I'm here, sister. Your brothers here." He consoled her and smiled brightly and hope she wouldn't ask what he was going to ask, he didn't have the heart to tell her anything.

"... And my son? Drogo too? Are they alright?" His silence caused her to worry as breathing seemed to be heavy for her. He closed his eyes and mentally cursed himself, he's angered her. Dany didn't have the strength to voice her reaction and simply choked and cried, her son and husband lay dead and all because of that thrice-damned which.

Rhaego, his nephew came into the world for three minutes before perishing. The child looked a grotesque with peeled skin, a tail, and wings, mismatched eyes. He personally drove his sword into Mirri's eyes for this. He told his sister not to trust her with Drogo's wounds, told Jorah he didn't trust the woman to bring his nephew into the world.

Now since all of the others left, it's only him and Dany and Jorah along with twenty or so people. All others abandoned them, left them to die here because of a mistake.

"You'll always have me... Dany?" He looked at her and his eyes widened as her breathing became less and less. "No. Hey! Stay with me!" He called out loud and heard Jorah enter the tent, meanwhile, his sister was fading and the tears came faster and faster, falling down to her cheek. "Don't leave me alone! Not you!" He screamed now and felt Dany caress his cheek, halting his voice as he took in her warmth.

"Don't cry... Men don't cry... " She said with a smile on her lips and the tears never ceased its fall, "I don't want to leave. You or anyone... I don't want to abandon you!" She exclaimed and new tears fell from her own eyes. "I.. Love... Yo- "

She died, her hand fell to the cot and he sat there with silence. Jorah was speaking to him but he wasn't listening, couldn't comprehend any word or thought. Only the fresh lifeless body lying still, it wasn't long before he broke down and screamed. He is now alone in the world and the one person he wanted to be beside is now gone, forsaken by the gods he followed.

A few hours later he decided to burn his sister's body with her beloved, so that they may be together in the night lands. He also chose one more thing to do, to burn the eggs in a shot for the realization of dreams he and Dany had in the last several months during their travels with Drogo. It came to them in a dream the day after getting the dragon eggs, Dany offered him one which he took privately as to not enrage Viserys who was already green over her getting symbols of Targaryen power.

The vision was of them in the skies, looking down and seeing their shadow covering the very lands below. Not their shadows but of winged beasts, breathing fire and roaring within the clouds. Other dreams plagued them but it was welcomed after the last several years, being under Viserys thumb and abuse, if not for Jorah then he would still be a weak boy, a nothing.

"Don't do this! With those eggs you can live the rest of your life peacefully, its what Daenerys would wan- " He turned sharply at Jorah, triggered at the mention of what Dany thought was best for them.

"Viserys sought the Iron Throne and died. His arrogance cost him everything. My sister did see a life different, we both did... But not anymore." He said as he continued and laid down the eggs by his sister and Drogo's side. "I won't let Dany's efforts go in vain, Robert Baratheon has what is now mine and I will forcefully remove him... If I survive." He uttered last but Jorah still heard him, the man's eyes opening in shock and horror. The Knight took him by the shoulders and shook him as if he were going insane.

"No! I won't let you throw your life away, I promised Dany I would protect you and her. Don't ask me to stand aside and watch you burn with her! No!" He never saw the man show this much emotion, it was admirable and made him glad to know someone was still by his side, but its unneeded at the moment.

"Is it that you fear? Ser Jorah. Fire does not kill the dragon, it emboldens him." He took the torch from Rakharo, then looking to the pyre he had built for his sister and their Khal. "I will not be dying anytime soon, I swear it." He attempted to move but Jorah still held him back, a sharp tug and he was set free to move and finally lit the pyre aflame, then he went inside.

It did not hurt, no pain or searing of skin. His hair though had been burned away, a loss as his hair was some of his best features. What was foul with the scorched smell of his sister and her husband's bodies burning up and he let the tears fall as he held those three dragon eggs close to him, never had he held something so tight that it might break and he was sure the eggs sounded like they were. Hours pass on as day takes over the night, and he looked into his arms and saw a shocking sight, three living and breathing creatures.

Dragons.

I did it, Dany. I did it for you... 

Jorah

He wanted to charge into that blazing fire and drag Daeron out by his legs and the eggs too, he swore to Daenerys after the attack on that village to protect her and him. He failed Daenerys when she perished and now he has failed Daeron by letting him walk into that fire to burn with her body. A lone tear fell from his cheeks, how can he be this weak for them.

Night had turned to dawn as he came out of the tent, he could not watch any longer after smelling the scorched flesh. He put a hand on Rakharo's shoulder who shrugged and said the smoke made it hard to see, he said not to worry and that he will look into it himself. The smoke was everywhere and he could barely make out anything but when he did, his eyes widened in shock.

There Daeron was, surrounded by the bones of Daenerys and Drogo. It wasn't all he was shocked to see, for in his new Kings hands were three young baby dragons. They clung to Daeron's skin as his clothes were all burned away, even the boy's hair was gone. He took slow steps towards him until Daeron looked to him and with smiles and tears running down his face.

"My King." He uttered out, kneeling to the boy who through trials has become a man. Behind him several others have also bent the knee, muttering words in Dothraki and Daeron got to his feet and held the black, green and red dragon in his arms.

The black one then roared, and Daeron smiled.