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Rhaella:
Quiet... Quiet was all she heard. Quiet was all she felt. Quiet was all around her.
12 hours ago she brought her first daughter into this cruel world but instead of being greeted by the wails of a newborn babe all she got was quiet silence. The girl she had named shaena was stillborn and lifeless.
She expected the room to be filled with the sounds of joy and laughter but what she got was quietness and death. " No more" she told herself whilst using what energy she had left to push herself up.
"No more" she repeated now sitting in her blood stained bed.
" No more will lay down and let fate take more from my family" she exclaimed louder now as she feels her strength start to return to her body.
She throws herself from her bed and staggers to her bedroom balcony and stares at the stars over blackwater bay. "Hear me now" she shouts into the night.
" I Queen Rhaella of the house Targaryen vow that I will no longer be and act like a sheep. From this day forward I will do anything in my power to protect the ones I love and further my name I do swear it."
And with that she collapses on the cold stone of her balcony only to be found a little while later by the castle midwives attending her.
Many years had gone by since she made that vow in the night air and she had lost many more babes along the way but she still held true to her words and kept increasing her power.
Her brother was weak and even weaker minded but she let him have his way with her because she wanted more children. Rhaegar was the best thing that ever happened to her and was the light of her life.
She had been leading the whole court that she was also weak, a trapped queen and poor wife to a madman but in reality she was more powerful than them all.
When the venomous eyes of courtiers we're not on her she was reading studying and diving through the Targaryen ancestral vaults beneath the red keep and dragonstone. Often consulting her uncle aemon on texts she would discover and advice on tomes she dug up.
It wasn't until she had lost baby jaeherys in the crib that she finally casted her first spell. In a fit of rage she lit aflame half of maegors holdfast with naught but her mind. Her power had finally awoken and soon the realms of men will know the dragon has been waked.
Soon after viserys was born and Rhaella had come across a rather interesting legend that her family brought from valyria. It stated should any mortal of dragonsblood step into the flames with and obsidian gauntlet filled with familial blood and consumes it's contents shall emerge blessed with the powers of eternity. Time Will be of no effect, no blade or ailment can harm them but the fuel of flames brightness of the sun. But the only hunger they will know is the hunger of blood for mortals because such boon needs sustaining and the root of all magic is blood.
She knew what she was doing was wrong but she had no other choice. With war on the horizon the survival of her family rested on her shoulders. She spent days in the caves of dragonstone having gaurds bring logs and carving out a cup of dragon glass to chalice her brothers lifesblood.
She was going through with it for Rhaegar his loves and his babies. She was doing it for little vis so he can grow up to be a good prince and she was doing it for the little one growing inside of her.
Her son had yet to show up to lead the troops on the riverlands when she made her move. Aerys had ordered her to dragonstone but she was not leaving without his life.
"I told you to leave whore, why are you still here?" "Because dearest brother you have something of mine" she said sweetly.
"I owe you nothing now leave before you WAKE THE DRAGON" he was now writhing on the throne seeing as how Rhaella didn't flinch or cower as people normally do.
" Now now my love why can't I have a little parting gift hmm" she purred in a seductive voice.
Now his interest peaked, as well as his desire he calmed and leaned forward and asked " what my precious dragon would have of me" he snarls reaching in his pants.
Rhaella now inches away from him leans to his ear and whispers "your blood".
Before he could register what she said he levitates ten feet in the air above the throne and comes back down impailing himself on the old swords of Aegons conquered enemies.
She then takes a skin and fills it with her brothers blood and sets out for the harbor where she boards a velaryon ship bound for Dragonstone.
She found difficulty walking as she was almost nine months pregnant but she enters the caves and dismisses her gaurds. The huge done shaped pyre is doused in pitch and lit aflame as she saunters in chalice in hand praying to the gods of old valyria the transformation works.
Seeing the smoke ser Willam darry sends in the Garrison and the midwives to rescue their queen but are graced with a very much alive and unharmed Rhealla and a naked newborn baby girl on her teat.
"Daenerys. Her name is Daenerys Targaryen my daughter." She had never felt this much power before in her life. She could fell her strength surging through her vains but most of all she felt hunger. Her hightend senses allow her to see through the darkness of the cave. She can smell the warm blood of those attending her and her daughter.
Her daughter... Those words fill her with a sense of joy she has been longing for, for so long. She has bright lavender eyes with flecks dark red surrounding her pupils but the most strange attribute is the tiniest little fangs potruding from her teeth less gums.
The sensation hits her all at once. Her vision goes red and a low hiss begins to leave her lips as she clutches her babe to her with her left arm her right stretch's out and long sharp nails grow from her finger tips. Possessed with in human strength, senses and speed she ravages every living thing in the cave soldiers, nurses villagers are all ripped apart in seconds. Ser willam's throat is bitten out before he could blink his eye.
The queen awoken laying naked on a pile of corpses with her little girl suckling at the blood dripping down the channel of her breasts. She gets to her feet not letting go of Daenerys she walks into the night.
She can hear the sky calling to her and she lifts her feet off the ground and before she knows it she is flying. To her left and her right she sees black leathery wings and down her front she sees a tiny little big eared creature with similar wings and claws wrapped around her torso.
Within the hour she sees the familiar sight of her bedroom balcony and sets her feet on the cold stone. Gone are her wings and instead of the small creature that looked like the bat on ser oswells helm her infant daughter is latched onto her chest with a strength greater than most men.
Drained of all thoughts and energy she and her daughter collapse on her bed. With an adorable little yawn from the 4 hour old girl and a loving sigh from the new mother the two ladies of the night drift into a peaceful sleep.