Chapter 2

We dive, faster and faster. Eventually I see three small dots on the ocean and smile. The closer we get the clearer the ships become and with my enhanced vision I can see three little shapes flying around one of the ships.

"Say hello Saerys."

"Rooooooooar."

Hahahaha, I can see them panicking. The little dragons have flown back to their mother. Saerys unfurls her wings and flies right over the ship. She turns back around and makes a few passes while those on the ship stare in awe and terror of her majesty. All but one, her. She does not cower or damn near petrify like the others. No, I can see genuine amazement and curiosity in those beautiful purple eyes.

Saerys pulls up alongside the ship and all can see the rider, they can see me. I stand and walk across her shoulder and she tilts slightly, allowing me to slide down her wing and land into the ship.

Once my feet touch the deck she readjusts and flies directly above the ship. Everyone can truly see her ridiculous size. Her entire body is a little smaller than the length of the ship. Ready to end anyone who threatens her son.

All eyes are on me but I pay them no mind. I only see her. My gaze meets hers and the ship is silent. Her previously frightened dragons decided that there is no danger, and flew over to me. They circle around me but still I pay them no mind.

I walk towards her and two of the smaller dragons land on each shoulder. The biggest flies back to its mother. As I walk up the stairs none move to stop me. Well, none except good old Jorah Mormont.

But I did notice an older man with long grey hair and what appeared to be a walking cane in hand. Hmm, this is different from the show. Could this perhaps be Baristan Selmy? If so then he appeared earlier than what was portrayed in the show. But if the novel is taken into account then this is as it should be.

Jorah stands in front of her with his sword drawn, ready to protect his charge.

"Who are you? Take another step and I will kill you! Khaleesi, stand back."

He tries to get her to move away but she stands rooted, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Stand aside."

Jorah looks back confused by her order.

"We do not know this man, he could be a danger. I can't just let you walk up to this unknown without protection."

She breaks eye contact to look directly into Jorah's eyes.

"Stand aside, now."

He looks conflicted but obeys after a few tense moments, though he does stand close enough to strike me down should I attempt to harm her.

Finally I stand before her. My god, Emilia Clark is no doubt a beautiful woman. And a very talented actor. But my god the woman that stands before me is so much more. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She looks younger than in the show, perhaps sixteen. If not for her eyes I would have referred to her as a girl. But she is without doubt a woman, and that in itself is a bit saddening.

Five feet six inches tall with a slender body. But her curves are elegant, the personification of perfection. At least to my eyes, and I see a lot more clearly now.

Oh but her face, such beauty. Porcelain like skin without any imperfections. Her lips are like a ripe fruit, or a flower that has just bloomed. Silver gold hair that cascades down her back. But all this pales in comparison to her eyes. Purple, but unlike any shade I have ever seen. They draw me in and I forget about her body. They are so bright but I can see a hint of coldness in them.

She stares at me as if she is trying to unravel my very being. I am captivated with this woman. I never believed in love at first sight, that people who spout such things were fools.

But this feeling, I cannot explain it. I feel drawn to this woman, and I will have her. This was all like a dream, a game. Everything happened so fast, I died and got to choose where I go and with whatever demands. It was all so surreal.

"Are you going to introduce yourself? Don't you know it's rude to stare?"

I smirk at her comment. "Forgive me my lady, but I was simply admiring your beauty. Please allow me to properly introduce myself."

I reach up to remove my helmet. As it comes off I hear gasps from those below and even Jorah looks shocked.

As I bring my helmet down towards my chest I send it to my inventory. Jorah takes a step back once he sees my eyes. Not even she can keep a composed face after looking at my eyes. I bow slightly.

"I am Azazel, the last Dragonborn."

"Dragonborn? I don't believe I've heard of such a title. And no family name? I was sure you would be some bastard from my family."

I rise and smile down at her. "Oh I can assure you I am no Targaryen."

"Then what are you? Why are you here?"

"I already told you little lady, I am a Dragonborn." She raised an eyebrow at the little lady bit.

"I am not a little lady. I am Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen. Of the blood of old Valyria. Mother of dragons."

Wow, she really gave me the whole shebang. "Well, I don't believe you are my mother." She can't help but smirk at that.

"Come, we will talk in private." She walks past me down the stairs. I watch her descend before following her. Her handmaidens not too far behind.

As I walk I can hear Jorah not too far behind. She leads me to what must be the captains quarters. As we enter she sits on one of the chairs and I sit directly in front of her. Her handmaidens stand a bit away but close enough should their lady need them.

"Now, sir Azazel. Why are you here?"

"Oh I am no sir, little lady. As to why I am here. I have traveled across space and time, searching. Though I know not what I sought. My journey led me here, to you. Is what I would have said if I was some knight in some story." She smiles at that.

"I came here for you. To see you. To know you."

"Why do you wish to know me?"

"I know of the game of thrones. I know that you are in exile. Trying to amass an army to take back what you think is yours." She looks me dead in the eyes.

"I do not think it is mine. I am the rightful queen of the iron throne. Those who claim to what is mine are nothing more than usurpers and traitors."

"Oh I don't doubt you believe that. But without the power to take it, your words mean nothing. As I'm sure you already know." She seems to deflate a bit at my words.

"Yes you are right. So is that it? Are you here to offer your services?"

"In a manner of speaking. But not quite. What I want is you."

She sits back into her chair. "So you are just some man who wishes to own me? Ha, why am I not surprised."

I smile at her little display of flippancy. "I do not wish to own you. But I do want you to be mine. And I yours. And I don't believe most if any men would come to you riding a dragon." She sits up and appears to think on my words.

"So its marriage you seek?"

"I have no land. No army to offer you. No ships to carry your forces. But, I do have power." I extend my hand and envision a flame. I feel something leaving me, I can only describe it as magic flowing through me and towards my outstretched hand.

In my palm a flame forms. Not too large, but enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The flame dances, as if it's alive. Eager to be released. Set upon its masters enemies. To burn them, to cleanse them. The flame lights up the room and casts ominous shadows. Though the flame is small, the power held within is quite potent.

"How are you doing that?" She is amazed at the display, though I can see traces of fear that nearly went unnoticed. Her handmaidens look very frightened. And Jorah who stood a bit behind her had his hand on the hilt of his sword. She reaches her hand forward, towards the flame and after getting too close pulls her hand back quickly.

"Khaleesi! What have you done to her, you sorcerer!" Jorah screamed, his sword half drawn from its sheath.

"It, Burns? How can this burn me? I am immune to fire. What trick is this?" She looks at me with undisguised suspicion.

"You are immune to fire. But this is no ordinary fire. Have you ever wondered if you are immune to dragon fire?"

She looks shocked at my question. "I, why would I not be immune? Aren't I?"

"No you are not. Dragon fire has magic in it. While ordinary fire can't harm you. Magical fire will without doubt destroy you."

"But how? I am the mother of dragons."

"While you are the mother of dragons, that does not make you invincible. Do not let your title go to your head. Dragons are a powerful weapon. But they can be killed. And you, their mother is even more vulnerable. Are you not familiar with your own history?"

She looks at me with confusion and traces of curiosity. "What history? You mean my family?"

"I do. But we will discuss that at a later time." I reach for her hand with my gauntleted clad one. She does not resist.

"I do not ask you to agree to be mine right here and now. I will earn that right. But you need not mistrust me. I will help you, guide you. And most of all, I will protect you."

She stares at our hands for some time. "What makes you think I need your help? I have spent all my life being told by others what I need. What is best for me. I won't be anyone's pawn. And I will take back what's mine."

"Yes, I do believe you will. But it won't hurt to have some help along the way, right? And I am the only one who could give you insight into your heritage."

She seems to be thinking of something. "Alright, I will accept your help. But only if you swear an oath."

"So you wish to make me a knight?"

She nods, "If you are serious about helping me that is."

"Hmmm. I will, but know that I am doing this under the pretense of making you mine. I want you for my wife. And I, your husband. I care not for the throne, but I will help you achieve it. And most importantly, I will not be subservient to you. I do not wish to dominate you, but for us to be equal. If you are okay with this, then I will be your knight. Your dark knight."

"Khaleesi, we know nothing of this man. He hasn't told us anything! Are we to believe that he has our best interests at heart? More importantly, how did he know where to find us?" Jorah was quick to put a halt to any deal that could be struck between us.

After hearing his words she shakes her head. "If he meant us harm, I doubt there is anything or anyone that could stop him. And besides, Rhaegal and Viserion seem to trust him."

I look to my left shoulder and look at Rhaegal who along with his brother have taken a liking to my shoulder guards. "Scraa" he said and I couldn't help but laugh. I looked to Viserion and he did the same.

She stands and motions me to fall to a knee. As I do she dons a regal air. "I, Daenerys Targaryen. Do hereby name Azazel Dragonborn, Captain of the dragon guard. You will be my shield and my sword. You will only answer to me. Now rise Lord Dragonborn."

I rise to my feet and before she has time to react I pull her in for a kiss.