Crashing A Wedding Celebration And Outbursts Of Anger

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 years)~~~

~~~(Location: Free City of Pentos, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

The Wedding Celebration has begun, and Dothraki duels are starting. Khal Drogo and I are almost married. The most dreaded part of all this is at the end of the day. I'm expected to consummate the marriage. If I had a choice, I wouldn't do it.

But for now, I won't worry about it. I'm to be having fun and enjoying the celebration. As much as I hate all this, I need to find something to hold me over in the suffering.

Viserys is speaking with Illyrio Mopatis and another man named Jorah Mormont. He swore allegiance to Viserys a while ago.

He's been helping Viserys since.

As I watch the celebrations, people bring gifts from time to time. I watch Illyrio Mopatis have two people bring a chest over.

"Your wedding gift, Khaleesi."

The chest is thrown open, and there are three eggs.

"Petrified dragon eggs from The Shadow Lands beyond Asshai. Time has long since turned them to stone, but they can fetch you a nice price."

I lift one of the eggs out of the box and feel something when holding it. It's something, but I don't know. As I continue looking, Ser Jorah Mormont walks up and hands me some books.

"These are books about Westeros. I noticed that you didn't have much about your homeland."

The celebrations continue, and after about an hour, a roar comes from the sky. One that shakes the bodies and souls of everyone that hears it.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Everyone looks toward the sound, and everyone with a weapon draws it. But I freeze in my seat, and I see what's coming. A dragon. A black and slightly red dragon. It levels out before hitting the ground and coming to a halting stop.

Some of the Dothraki start running toward the dragon, but that's shown to be a mistake as black and red Dragon Fire envelope the rushing Dothraki. Khal Drogo stands next to me and makes sure I'm behind him.

Ser Jorah Mormont is also standing guard over Viserys.

As the dragon steps on the smoldering corpses of the Dothraki, its intimidating size is shown. Through the smoke, everyone sees a white and golden-haired rider in black leather armor as the dragon lowers its head.

The boy hops off the dragon, and the moment I see his purple eyes and face. I know it's Raenon. He looks exactly like he does in my dreams.

He's come for me...

He holds out his right hand, and a Black Sword appears in black smoke and red light. And his left hand is enveloped in Red Fire. His eyes immediately lock on me.

"Daenerys?"

His voice is even and calm, almost smooth too. He's carrying beautiful features even for a 13-year-old. He's a bit taller than other people his age, and I find myself at a loss for words. But I regain composure.

"Raenon?"

As the words leave my mouth, he smiles widely and nods. Some of the people around move a step closer, but the dragon behind him moves forward and brings its head next to him. Ready to defend its rider and burn anyone that threatens to hurt him.

Viserys steps forward, looking at the dragon. But it releases another roar to make sure that Viserys keeps his distance.

"Raenon! It's so good to know you're alive!"

Our oldest brother tries to act like a good man, but Raenon looks at him with no expression. And Viserys's smile fades.

"Daenerys... I'm here to take you away from all this... C'mon."

My heart jumps in joy and hope at the thought of getting away from here, but Khal Drogo steps forward with his weapon ready. A marriage is never final until it's consummated, so I'm not married to Drogo yet.

And my instincts take over. But before I bolt, I grab a leather bag from one of the women and stuff the 3 dragon eggs into the bag before I try to run. But Viserys grabs my arm and keeps me from running. I'm almost halfway to Raenon before I'm caught.

Before I can scream and thrash, Raenon is already in front of me, and his sword has cut through Viserys's arm.

"AHHHH!! MY ARM!! WHAT'VE YOU DONE!!?"

The arm keeping me back is gone, and I land in Raenon's arms. And before any Dothraki can make a move, the dragon screams and moves up to protect us. Blowing Dragon Fire at everyone in sight. It lowers its head, and Raenon helps me on.

As I settle in behind him, the Dragon Fire continues burning everything. I see that Viserys is being pulled away by Ser Mormont, and Khal Drogo is just staring at me.

"Sōvegon, Rhaenys!"

The dragon stops blowing Dragon Fire, and we're lifted off the ground. Heading in the same direction Raenon came from.

The name of the dragon is Rhaenys... That's the name of Aegon The Conqueror's younger sister-wife.

We make it above the cloud cover, and Rhaenys slows down.

We're safe now...

I want to say something, but I just tightly hold Raenon and the leather bag with the 3 dragon eggs. Taking them felt like something I had to do... I'd regret it forever if I didn't... The dreams of the 3 dragons riding with me... These eggs have something to do with them.

"Thank you..."

My voice is shaky and weak, and that's because I know I'll be alright now. I'm safe. The adrenaline of what happened is wearing off, and I'm trying to take a breath. My mind is only filled with one thing as I catch my breath.

Raenon came for me. He's saved me.

He doesn't respond with words but squeezes one of my arms to reassure me.

~~~(POV: Viserys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 23 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: In bed, Illyrio Mopatis's Manse, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

"ARGH! FUCK!!"

The slaves try to clean the wound of my missing forearm. Raenon took his sword and cut off my right arm from the elbow down. He's taken my right arm from me! I didn't even think Raenon was alive!!

But what pisses me off most of all is I have nothing now!! Daenerys is gone! Khal Drogo is gone! And my right arm is gone! I'm The Last Dragon!! I'm not supposed to lose!!

"Please. If you keep moving, we can't keep the wound clean. It might become infected."

The slave speaks to me as if I'm an equal, and I try to smack her, but since half my right arm is gone. I miss her, and I feel rage building within me.

"He's ruined everything!! Get me Illyrio!! I want to speak with him!!"

One of the slaves tending to me gets up and leaves my bedroom to get the man that's set up everything. He had to have known this would happen. There isn't any way he couldn't have. Even my Knight, Ser Mormont, is gone. He left after dragging me to safety.

I swear if I ever find that man, I'll cut him open like a fish and watch him bleed out. He abandoned his King!! He left The Last Dragon!!

But all my hate is focused on my little brother and sister. Raenon actually has a dragon. Wherever he went, he must've found it there. They're going to face my wrath.

The Wrath of The Dragon!!

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 13 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: The Velvet Hills, Flatlands of Pentos, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 297 AC)~~~

Rhaenys is relaxing in the shade of some trees and is snoring away. She flew for 25 straight hours to reach Pentos, so we'll be resting here for a while in the safety of some trees. But we did it. I look over to the otherside of the firepit and see Daenerys. My twin sister.

We haven't spoken yet, but she's eating some of the leftover food I have. It doesn't have the best taste, but it'll fill you up. Pure protein. Goat meat is pretty good when cooked with Dragon Fire. Rhaenys made the firepit we're using.

She lifts her head from the food she's eating and sees me looking at her. I give her a small smile, and she gives one back. I stand up and make my way over to her. Taking a seat next to her.

I do something I've never done before. I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug. This is the first time I've ever hugged someone before, so I'm making sure I'm gentle. She drops her food and wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder.

"I knew you were alive... I knew it..."

She lets out soft and choked-up words. After I learned the truth about me from that Slave Master in Volantis, I knew that Daenerys was the girl in my dreams. And from the sounds of it, she had the same dreams I did. I let her go after a minute, and I clean the tears off her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner, Daenerys... I didn't even know I had a family until recently... When I heard what was happening to you, I came to get you... You've had the dreams too... That's how I knew you were in trouble... When I could finally understand everything..."

Fresh tears start falling down her face, and I hug my sister again. The way we've met isn't the most ideal, but I've saved her from a terrible fate. Being married to a Dothraki Horse Lord isn't easy. Because being a Dothraki isn't easy.

There are so many things I want to ask her.