Game of Thrones: Daenerys Shall Thrive

Thunder and wind greeted my birth, the waves echoed my cry, and fire illuminated my path.

My first cries reverberated throughout the castle of Dragonstone, it is only right that all should know of my birth for I am Daenerys Storm Born of house Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and the seven kingdoms and the future mother of dragons.

'Yes, I remember, I remember it all, I shall not forgive nor forget all that has been done to me. mercy is for the weak, trust for the foolish and love… love is dead. I shall live for myself and no one else. The world shall bend to my will and if it dares resist then I shall drown it in fire and blood!'

At that moment the world flipped on its head, that was when I knew that I had caught the world's attention. The world was watching me, and I reveled in the feeling. Just then the storm outside tripled in its intensity and I knew that this was my first tribulation. The world wanted to pass judgement upon me for daring to so blatantly oppose it, it knew that it had no more power over me, I was beyond its ability to guide and so it wanted to do away with me.

I could hear the wind speaking to me, saying that my going against my preordained fate would not be allowed but I cared not. Even as a newborn I would fight my fate, I am Daenerys Storm Born of house Targaryen and not even the gods may meddle in my affairs!

And so, the world stopped, no everything stopped.

"This is the third time you defied death; this is the third time you went against my laws. This is the third time you have earned my respect. Speak Daenerys Targaryen, speak your one dearest wish and I The Lord of Creation shall fulfill it."

The world was dyed in pure white with only the outline covered in a shade of black almost like a drawing. Somehow, I knew that this was no mere god, no, gods were its slaves, forced to serve as the protectors to its creations. No, he is far greater, so much greater that there is none that could compare to him. All this knowledge was innate to me, no to all beings, he is the very being that created us, the one that created the worlds we live in and laws we obey. Yet I, a mere insect manages to defy him? That is simply ridiculous.

"Not really, I would rather say that it was expected. I may be omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent but I am not above boredom. Or do you truly believe myself incapable of defending my own creations to the point of needing puny gods to do it in my stead? No, I could. Do you think that you are special by breaking some arbitrary law I set to filter out those unworthy of my attention? No, I have entire worlds filled with those like yourself. I do not need my ability to see what will be to predict this very moment, I am greater than you could ever imagine. That is not to say that you are unworthy of praise and that is why I am here. To praise and reward you for going beyond what you should have normally been able to."

I wish I could continue to listen to his beautiful voice for ever.

"Should I take that to be your wish?" He whispered into my ears.

Though time had stopped and all including myself were left in suspense I still could not keep the blush from covering my face.

'I honestly want to, but I know that it would disappoint you. I have wished for too many things throughout the years, some good some bad, some I hope came true, others I am thankful haven't. I understand that I could ask for the world, and you would indeed give it to me but that only makes your offer harder to even contemplate.' I let out a mental sigh I knew he could also feel.

"Well, I guess that's better than those who ask for a thousand more wishes."

'What do you do in such cases?' I asked simply to have more time to consider my options and if I could have a thousand more wishes I honestly could not refuse. If other could do it then so can I, right?

"I create laws upon wish the very principal of creation revolves upon, do you think me so pitiful as to subject myself the selfishness of lesser beings I created? No matter how they structure their wish I would abide by my word but even the most iron clad of contracts has a flaw somewhere. In the end I usually end up granting them their wish by simply doing nothing. After all you can make as many wishes as you want, in the end they are meaningless unless I act to full fill them."

'In other words, you simply keep them wishing and instead refrain from fulfilling them. Or maybe you do but prevent them from achieving their desire?'

The being did not answer, and a chill went down my spine. I prefer not to know.

But my desire, my one dearest desire, what could it be? Is it to sit upon the Iron Throne? Obviously not that is something I can and have achieved myself if only for the briefest of time.

Maybe power? I doubt it, as I found out during my second attempt at life, I found that few things are as powerful as a fully grown dragon especially when ridden by a master of magic.

How about breaking my fate? That would be a waist as I have already broken away from the world's influence, however the world wants me dead for it so maybe power is really what I need? No, power is transient whilst I need something that would last me for eternity, that's it!

'I have my wish, though I would first ask that we discuss how it may be achieved.'

"Do you not remember my words? You seek to make two wishes, the first is for us to discuss your potential wish and the second is the wish in question. I understand that you may find my way of thinking overly complicated, but I insist you abide by it."

That was close, the wording is important but at the same time if I ask for too much, I have the feeling that it would result in the same thing as those who try to cheat their way into more benefits without earning the lord's approval. Simple is likely the best option, I should use the fewest words and let him decide how my wish is to be fulfilled.

'I wish for eternity.'

"If that is your wish then so it shall be, eternity you shall have. Let the story unfold and be sure to entertain me. In your entire world you are the first and only one who has earned my respect, that alone makes you greater than all others for you are the only one who matters, remember that."

And indeed, the world returned to normal, a thunderstorm destroying the fleet meant to keep us safe whilst my mother is bleeding out. I hoped she and I had some more time to be together, but I know that she will die any moment now.

In the arms of Sir Willem Darry, the closest person to a father I have ever had, I watched as my mother dies for the third time. Yet she doesn't, she is still bleeding, and the midwife is still doing her best to heal her, but she doesn't die. For over half an hour she survives when she previously died seconds after I was handed to Sir Willem Darry.

Is it thanks to me? Did I heal her somehow? Or, and a dark thought enters my mind, did she only die because I was fated to be alone, to never know my mother, nor feal her touch? Was her death my fault?

In the end it matters not, this time she survived, this time I have a mother and though I can not grant her the unconditional love of a child towards their parent I will still do my best to open myself to what could be. My ability to love anyone but myself and my children has long been eviscerated, torn into a thousand pieces however I have never known my mother, she has never wronged me.

She hasn't sold me like a slave to some Dothraki Khal like Viserys did.

She did not kill my husband and trick me into sacrificing my unborn child like Mirri Maz Duur had done to me.

She is no traitorous servant, swearing to serve and obey only to latter betray me like Tyrion Lannister and that wretched spider.

She is no John Snow, that ungrateful bastard for whom I sacrificed so much only to be stabbed as thanks. That bastard should have worshiped the ground I walk upon for all I've done for him and the rest of the world.

No, my mother is none of these people, and for that I will give her a chance though I doubt I could truly love anyone ever again.

Sir Willem Darry knew that the Lannisters and Baratheons would soon try to land on Dragonstone and with our fleet being decimated there is no way we could resist them. We once again have no other choice but flee.

However, this time I have powers, I know not what those powers are, but I know that they relate to eternity. No matter, I have twice risen from a street rat to queen, this time shall be the same.

My mother has yet to recover and yet there is no time to wait, ether she comes with us to Essos, or Robert Baratheon kills her once he captures Dragonstone.

The choice was obvious, better risk the journey than be captured by that man.

The storm might have destroyed the fleet and continue to batter the walls of the castle, but it also grants us some time to gather more riches and for mother to rest a bit more before the journey.

A week, that's how long the storm has lasted. I have no doubt that nothing is left outside these walls. Not even the occasional plank of wood from the decimated fleet remains. By this time Sir Willem Darry would have already taken us across the narrow sea.

It is obvious to me that the world does not intend us to leave, the question is whether it wants us to get captured by the traitors or if it simply wants to starve us. Both would work if I don't do anything.

I have yet to understand how my gift works however I had spent much of my second life studying magic, Blood Magic and Pyrokinesis from Asshai to what few scraps of Valyrian magic I could find. I became one of the most skilled mages out there.

Yet there's nothing I can do as I am right now. Even if I was fully grown, I know of only one way to do away with this storm and that would require a sacrifice of a true bleu blooded royal, in other words either my mom or my brother Viserys. If not them then at least a hundred nobles, it would be preferable if they are the lords themselves and not just descendants.

These thoughts are there only to distract me as I know that the avenue for us to escape is closing fast. Storm or not I have no doubt that Robert Baratheon would not wait any long to capture and kill the last Targaryens. And no one should even think of John Snow being a Targaryen, married or no, my brother Rhaegar simply plowed some northern whore, that is all, they never had a child, as a matter a fact he simply threw her away after having his fun. At least that's how I am going to think about it from now on.

As a matter a fact, the first thing I will do once I come back to Westeros is burn down the Citadel of Old Town. Slaughtering the Starks, Tully, Arryns, Lannisters and Baratheons come as a faraway second in my list.

Back to the present, Sir Willem Darry has decided that we can no longer wait for the storm to die down. The ship that was meant to take us to Bravos has already sustained quite a bit of damage, but castle lookouts have started seeing shadows of boats on the horizon and the fear now is that the enemy might risk braving the storm and land on Dragonstone. At that point we will have no other choice but to surrender, only that means death. Robert would not want to accept that his northern whore chose to run away than be with a pig like him.

If anything, I am surprised that Stannis has yet to push through the storm, no matter the casualties he might sustain. I have learned during my second life how reckless the man is, well he sees his recklessness as him fulfilling his duty but let's be real, he is either a fool or a madman.