another rebirth? meeting between two dragons

AN: so I'm not entirely sure on the pairing. But I have some ideas given to me I like. The reincarnation being the most prevelant.

What I do know is the wife of my oc will ride nova.

Just some ideas I have for the face cams. Will use others instead of the hotd actresses as I believe I've found better alternative at least in my taste.

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DAENERYS

He killed me. His queen. He who said he loved ne stabbed me in the heart.

My last visions are of him, jon, crying over me as he sticks the blade into my heart both physically and emotionally.

I'd finally let someone in. I didn't let people in. This was why. They always proved unworthy of such trust.

I hear drogons angry call and can see the faint glow I know is reminiscent of his flames being unleashed.

While I would've liked if he burned jon, I was much more angry at the damn throne that had caused all this.

I fought so hard only for my nephew to come out of the blue after I'd already fallen for him. That and his sisters were a constant wedge between us.

I slowly fade into darkness as I feel myself be moved. Maybe drogon is taking me away. Good. I can't bear to be buried in this city.

My hand Tyrion, the Lannister bastard, didn't tell me his sister had kept my fathers stash of wildfire beneath the city. What a hypocrite. Oh I know it was him who told Jon to kill me. I see their conversation before he came into the throne room.

He fears me being like my father, yet his sister blew up the sept of my ancestor and destroyed house tyrell as well as the faith in one swift, calculated, and ruthless move. Daughter of Tywin Lannister indeed.

I'd heard the horror stories of the old lion. How he'd put down two rebellious houses by killing every man, women, and child associated with the families. He followed up such an action by sending lorch and the mountain into the room of my brothers wife, Elia Martel. What happened in there is still a tale that ignited my blood.

'Yet i allowed the mans son a space at my side, took him to negotiate with his sister. His sister! I should've known, never turn your back on a lion. For they are ever hungry.'

It's these bitter thoughts i focus on and not the darkness surrounding me. I only hope I'll get to see my mother. I'd always been told by ser Barriston she was the most kind and gentle women he'd ever known.

Gods i missed the old commander of the queen's guard. Had he been alive I feel things would turn out so differently. He would've recognized jon snow immediately. He would've taken tyrions head without my permission when he saw the lions true nature reveal itself.

He had asked me for nothing but a place at my side. And he fulfilled it to his last breath.

I'm pulled from my musings in the darkness when I see a light at the end of the tunnel, 'here we go. To the afterlife it is then. I've done what needed to be done, helped defeat the night king even if it meant sacrificing everything.

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Waking up I notice I'm alive. Alive! But how? Surely nobody could bring the dead back to life?

I slowly blink the blurriness from my eyes as I take in my surroundings and notice a storm above my head. That and the large rock I'm propped up against.

I don't even have the chance to fully take in my surroundings as a dealthly thirst rose in my throat. I panicked, never feeling this parched even when traveling through the red waste after my children were born.

I stumble and crawl to a river not far from my position and shove my head into it, beginning to drink like a madwomen.

After the rippling water calms down I can see my reflection. Just as it was before. Though, I look extremely young. Almost a decade. It was as though I was looking at the scared young girl who'd looked herself over in the mirror before being sold to khal drogo like a mare.

I touch my face to confirm what I'm seeing to be real and not some imaginary trick played on me by the gods.

This gives me an idea. Have I gone back to the beginning? If so, then why am I in a stormy land like this? I never recall being in this place.

But I do know one thing, I'm going to make all those who betrayed me pay.

All the worries about not wanting to look like a mad Targaryen are long long gone. I remember olennas words to me. One of the only people to fan mh flame rather than douse it,

"Are you a sheep? No. You're a dragon, be one. Worry not about the petty opinions of men who wish to be either in your position or your bed."

Words I should've taken more seriously. She was right. I was worried about being named the second mad Targaryen in a row to sit the throne. Damn aerys Targaryen and his mad ways for making me have to walk on eggshells around every noble i met simply because my name was Targaryen.

'I will not be swayed this time. My mind is set.' I begin thinking of my plans of how to attain drogon and his brothers, before freeing the unsullied and the people of Meereen.

Things would need to be done differently this time. I can't just up and leave Meereen without putting proper structure in place. But the goal remains the same.

Get an army, and take what's mine.

With this thought, I began traversing the rugged terrain alongside the river.

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It was nighttime now. The sun having set a few hours ago.

But my journey was not deterred. I needed to try and find some similar faces, places. Anything to help me understand where and when I am.

Looking up to the sky I see a red comet overhead. Such a thing happened when my sons were born. Maybe they're near.

It's then I hear the beating of wings I'm all too familiar with, a dragon.

I look up and am stunned.

Above me are two dragons larger than drogon ever was. I can tell that by wingspan alone.

They were dancing in the sky around eachother. Occasionally letting out little bursts of flame.

I ran to the spot I saw them land. For no dragons should be that large at this time. Hell, any time after the dance that destroyed my family forever.

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After running through the Forrest I finally come upon a clearing.

What I see shocks me.

Two dragons laying down.

One was a pale white that reminded me of viserion. But his beautiful gold accents and his facial structure killed the hope that's who I was seeing.

Bessie the beautiful pale creature was one the complete opposite. A beautiful black body. Violet burning eyes that looked like two flames in sockets.

But the most dazzling thing was the inside of her wing membranes. They looked like the night sky filled with stars.

So dazed was i in my revelry of the beautiful creatures, I didn't notice the man sitting between them with half his back on one and half on the other.

He was comely no doubt. Beautiful white hair that came down to his shoulders, and though his eyes were closed I assume them to be the same shade as mine.

I was correct in my assumption when he slowly opened his eyes.

My presence seems to have startled him as he quickly jumped up and drew a beautiful Valyrian steel sword from the shealth on his waist.

His eyes show shock, confusion, and recognition? Hmm, my eyes narrow dangerously at that. Could this be my wayward nephew?

He speaks in a voice so smooth i almsot didnt register what he said, ""who the hell are you?""

And I didn't know it at the time, but the meeting between two dragons drastically changed the future.

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An: there we go. Decided to make dany the wife. Sorry to those who wanted Rhaenyra. But I wanted the beginning to be as close to canon as possible. Thought that will change drastically when the dance begins. Enjoy.