Chapter 44
Chapter 44
Daenerys was happy.
Ecstatic!
Elated!
If only her brother could see her now!
Oh wait, he is dead…
What a shame that he wasn’t a true Dragon…
While she is! She is! She is the Mother of Dragons after all! And she has her very own Dragon babes to prove it! She isn’t just some worthless thing anymore!
Not something to be used and thrown away by the men of this corrupt world.
She has deemed it so.
She is the Khaleesi!
The only man that had the right to see her kneel at his feet was her husband. Her dead husband. Her Drogo.
No longer would her entire purpose in life be to produce pureblooded Dragons. More so, it just couldn’t be. There are no pure males left. Or even half-bloods. Certainly none worthy of her. Rhaegar, cut down by traitors. Viserys… well, the less said about him the better. Mad Dragons shouldn’t reproduce to taint their line anyway. Aegon? Slaughtered by monsters as a babe. And regardless of all those ‘Valyrian’ pretenders scattered about Essos, if there is one thing she agreed with Viserys on, was that they were all peasants. Fake Dragons. Unworthy of even licking her boots.
But their nerve…
They had the daring to spit at them and call for their heads, those so-called ‘Nobles’. Onto them. The last pure Dragons. Called them sister-fuckers and traitors. Laughed at the foolishness of their family. Of those that had slaughtered their heritage, their own dragons, until none were left.
That with no dragons, Targaryens held no power.
They were nothing.
Well they shall see how ‘insignificant’ this Dragoness is now. And how ‘harmless’ her babes are. How would those upstarts like to taste some Dragonfire?
How dare they look down at her family? Her family, who had never held a slave in three hundred years?! What gave them the right?
Well…
They certainly think that their Slaves are Nothing. How would they like to lose them, she couldn’t help but wonder when she was a young girl…
And now, she even has the power to find out.
She can just imagine the titles, Daenerys the Righteous! Daenerys the Noble! Daenerys the Free!
And she has already started her path to glory!
The Unsullied would now follow her anywhere! Even in her conquest of Westeros! Because there will be a Conquest. Because she will make those traitorous cowards pay. Pay for their treachery. For the annihilation of her Family. Pay for the assassins sent in the night. Pay for her dead brother, because regardless of how she felt about him, he protected her until the very end. Until the sweet teen that once told her bedtime stories turned into a paranoid young man, so scared of his own shadow that he slipped further into insanity with every passing day. His death was a mercy even if he didn’t see it that way.
But more so, she will avenge her son.
Her unborn babe.
And while she had burned the Hag that tricked her, she knows she didn’t act alone. She couldn’t have acted alone.
It was those Baratheons, Lannisters and the Starks!
They had to have payed her!
She knows they did!
And now they will pay!
With their blood.
In that moment, Daenerys had made the decision that gave her resolve to continue on. Resolve, that didn’t falter even after many years. Her decision set her down the path of Fire, Blood, Ruin, and in another life, her own Death. But for all that she had begun her gradual descent into madness the moment she held her dead child in her arms, in this life, there was no Jon Snow to put her out of her misery.
In this life, Daenerys Targaryen did obtain her dream.
For better or for worse…