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When Viseries told Deanerys of her arranged wedding she cried in my arms for hours. During Breakfast Viseries ordered me to remain by his side for the entirety of the long trip. I raged at him for hours, threw things, cursed him. He always told us never to wake the dragon, but he is not the only Targaryen alive. It makes me miss Rheagar.

When the day came for the Khal to look upon Dany, Viseries had me close at hand. I was in a light cream shirt unlaced at the top, and trousers tucked into tall light brown leather boots, a silver dragon ring bending over my left middle fingers. My silver blonde hair is a slight mess from horse back riding earlier this morning, my escape from my brother. He never enjoyed riding in the city with Rheagar and I.

When the Khal rides up and halts his horse everything is silent. He locks eyes with Dany , then abruptly wheels his horse around and his Bloodriders follow. I rush to her side, covering her nearly naked form with my larger one.

Viseries throws a fit and is calmed by our host, while I comfort Deanerys and lead her inside. After I tuck her in for an early turn in I make my way to my own rooms. I find Viseries waiting on my bed. A vase is thrown at his head before he wins.

The next morning we are preparing Dany for her wedding. I was at her side on the way there on my roan Dornish mare - named aptly for her coat Anagor- trotting calmly
beside Deanerys' litter. We talk of little things, distracting things to keep our minds busy as we travel deep into the horde of Dothraki. I catch bits of phrases, some sent our way of their language. It is rough on my mind and tounge.

We arrived and Dany was led to the alter like mound , was seated beside the Khal. She was then set upon by all kinds of men and demon giving her gifts. I was seated beside Viseries on a pile of cushions just below her and her new husband. Dany was surprised by one man gifting her a chest of snakes, then she smiled and told the man to give them to me. I have a penchant for the creatures.

The man did so with confusion, and gasped as I took out a red black and yellow bannded snake it wrapped around my arm contentedly. There are six other snakes in the chest and throughout the rest of the wedding I switch out the snakes, naming each, seeing how they move and note personalities.

There are several poisonous snakes, one a Dornish Hooded Devil. That one I kept around my neck and shoulders- it keeps Viseries reaching hands at bay. The rest I switch out every now and then, calming them slightly as they had been frightened by all the noise by feeding them

Later, the Khal takes Dany to a beautiful silver mare, then leads her on into the Dothraki sea. I am then introduced to the Kahls blodriders, and Viseries got drunk soon enough. I keep my distance from him, watching as he makes a fool of himself.

A slave leads us to a tent to spend the night in, Viseries decided to leave with Illirio to sleep in a real bed while I decided to stay with the Dothraki. I stayed up with the Bloodriders most the night , telling stories and drinking- much less than they do, but more than usual for me.

I have a head for languages, and Dothraki is not of the ones I speak very fluently. They seemed surprised at how well I spoke their harsh language, and challenged me by asking questions that required complicated answers. I sleep next the the chest of dragons eggs, my dreams full of Rheagar and baby dragons in fire.

I apparently passed their test and as the next morning came they invited me to eat with them. Soon Viseries came back he dismissed me, so I left to ready Anagor for travel. The huts and the like came down swiftly and horses where mounted. I make sure to gather my snakes together in pouches and tie them to the saddle with care, keeping the Essos Boa out around my shoulders and chest.

The Khal and Dany then lead the way deeper into the Dothraki sea. I remained near the front , but behind Viseries and out of sight. That soon changed when the Khals Bloodriders fell back and began conversation with me, steadily bring me toward the front without my notice.

As we passed Viseries his eyes followed me carefully, anger rising steadily. I avoided his gaze, and I frowned quieting myself -wary. We were soon at the front directly behind the Khal and Dany. Dany then proceed to steal my attention by asking about my snakes. I had them in each in a sperate bag, colored, attached to my saddle. She likes the look of them, but is timid about holding them- but a am patient.

I took out the Valerion Rattle snake and showed her how calm it acted when I stroked its rattle gently. She carefully did as I showed and smiled happily when the Red tasted her hand. She laughs, drawing attention to us from the Khal. I hold his gaze in challenge for a second longer than I should before turning back to my sister. The Khal watches me handle the snake and his wife carefully, hand on his weapon.

"How do you tame them" Rokko askes me in fascination, stroking the Boa still around my chest.

" I don't. I just know how to calm them down, and feeding them does wonders for them liking you. " Rokko laughs at that and asks to pet one

I took out the Darklands Python, as long as I am tall, and wrapped it around my hips twice, its head easily rising up as I coaxed it to be pet by the Bloodriders. All three seemed to swallow their fear and touched the large snake , much to the Khals humor. Several other Dothraki watch in surprise as I turn to Khal Drogo.

" Would you like to pet her, Khal?" I challenged him.

He becons me forward and I trot up beside him. Dany watchs with amusement from his other side as the great Khal reached out slowly and past the python and stroked the Hooded Devil wrapped around my throat. I lean away in shock, as the Devil wakes up and spread his hood in seconds of the contact, hissing angrily. I chuckled as Drogo snatched his hand back, and put my hand under the hissing head, having him wrap around my hand and wrist easily.

" Bravery, My Khal, will get you killed. " I kissed the hissing snakes head and it calmed considerably. One last hiss and he slithered up my arm back to his place around my throat.

" Is that a threat, or a challenge, Khalissi ki Gerzi?" The Khal growls

" Niether ,Khal Drogo. Just an observation "

" Aeghella. Come here." Viseries orders me. I move to do so with a sigh, shoulders slumping. My fun over, apparently.

" Why do you let him order you. " Rokko asks me as I slow down slightly to match Viseries, Anagors head tossing at the slower speed. She likes to run.

" He is my brother. " a shrug of my shoulders, a statement of fact. I may be older, but he is the male heir.

" As am I now, through your sister. Stay. " with him as Blood of Drogos blood, that is true. I stay ahead of my brother, talking with the Bloodriders.

All three Bloodriders then took a look at the angry Targarian with interest as he proceeds to throw a fit. Jorha Mormont calms him with a few words , a distraction.

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Two weeks later I am scouting with Haggo ahead of the Khalazar when I came across a white lion. She is wounded and dieing slowly - painfully of a gut wound. I dismount and approach her carefully, noting her look of lost hope.

Drawing my blade I kneel behind her head, pulling it into my lap carefully. I pet her gently for a moment, then plunge my blade into her heart swiftly. She exhails and goes limp immediately. I say an old Valarion prayer over her soul, closing her eyes and wiping my tears away for the poor thing.

As I stand I notice a slight movement under her, and as I move around her I see three cubs, As white as their mother. Two girls and one boy mabey a week old at most. I whistle for Anagor to approach and I pick up the three small cubs, holding them to my chest with a scarf. Haggo comments on my kind heart and get a halfhearted slap to the shoulder.

I gift the bigger female to Dany as a life day gift. She fell in love with the little girl, and brushes the cubs fur near constantly. The other girl I give to my personal Dothraki guard - Shaggo. He needed a companion.

The male I kept for myself, and I dote on the little male a bit much. For next month we drew closer to the Mother mountain and the Dosh Kahleen. The lion cubs all grow at an amazing rate, now almost up to my hip. And able to keep up with the horses on foot.

My Male - now named Aegon for my ancestors. His mane is half grown , and his body lanky. He is however very clingy to me, and I am not allowed out of his sight. Cohollo swears the thing was born of me and not a lion with the way he follows conversation.

My newly acquired sword and bow are taken from me as we enter the city, as are everyone's weapons. No blood is allowed to be spilt in the holy city. (There are other ways to kill a man) I dismount and with Aegon trotting at my side I approach Qotho and the Khal.

" Khalissi Gerzi " the Khal acknowledges me, it has become an endeerment of a sort for him to call me. Queen of Snakes. The title has been taken up by most of the Kalazar, to the point a answer to it now after weeks of being called it. Dany finds it endearing while Viseries curls his lip every time.

We head for the building of the Dosh Kahleen and once inside there are cheers. The Khal leads the way, and once seated he jestures for me to sit with his Bloodriders. I sit beside Cohollo on the far right, and Aegon settles beside me. I lean backward a bit aginst the lion, like a chair. It falls silent as Dany enters the room.

A stalion is brought in and the Khal cuts his heart out, and gives it to Deanerys. She begins to devour it , and I feel pride as she keeps the big thing down. I doubt I would be able to follow suit.

" Rheggo!" Is the name for the Stalion that's to mount the world. Named for our big brother. The one only I remember clearly enough to tell stories of. The one I was going to marry, if our father had any say at all. The one I miss, still.

I add my voice to the chant, and Aegon adds his roar, followed by his sisters. I silently add the title " Blessed by Ghosts" to his name. The celebrations continue deep into the night.

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For days. One night I am at my now customary place with the Bloodriders when Viseries enters. He swings his sword, and Dany tries to calm him. That only riles him up more. He snatches Dany and holds the sword to her throat. Unacceptable.

" Viseries!" I roar at him, standing up and approaching him swiftly. I do not pause and real my fist back, punching him in the face. At the same time I snatch Dany from his grip, dodging the sword with a newly trained ease after weeks training with my Bloodriders.

" That is enough , brother. " I spit at him and hold Dany close to my side, half behind me. Her little Rhella snarls at her side, ready to defend her friend.

Khal Droggo was a step behind me the whole time, and as Qollo and Haggo take his arms, Viseries is put on his knees. We feel no pity for him, Dany or I.

He is screaming about Dragons and crowns and killing babies. As Danys handmaiden is too scared to translate, I do. The Khal becomes enraged and looks to Dany for permission to punish our brother. She gives the smallest of nodds, then he looks to me as well.

I move to the fire pit and empty the cauldron there.

" A Crown for a king. " I state in Dothraki, my voice causing a hush to fall over the room.

Gold and silver medallions are put in and melted down. When that was done the great Khal swiftly takes it and holds it into the air, proclaiming

" A Crown for a king. " Viseries begs Dany first, then he looks to me.

" Aegala please! Please!" I lock eyes with him and let my rage show through my eyes. Drogo tilts the cauldron and it pours over his head and down his neck, hardening as it cools and kills him. He dies while screaming.

" A dragon can not be burned."

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The Bloodriders have taken over my tent, combined their and mine. I have heard of this kind of relationship before, but only in Dorne. The four of us work well, and they have been teaching me their skills. Sword, bow, whip.

My personal servant watches me closely for a couple days, and then asks me if I have bled yet. I haven't. The next week, my breasts grow tender, and I havent bled in two months. Dany is thrilled, as I am.

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After another week in the shadow of the Mother of Mountians , My birthday arrives.

Dany gives me one of her eggs in truth, the cream and gold one that I for some reason or another I am fascinated with. I carry it in a bag like I do with my snakes, keep it in my fire at night. Dany and I take turns carting the gold and green egg around, Dany keeping the Black and red at her bedside.

The eggs seem to be getting naturally warmer over the days and weeks we spend in the city. Drogo goes on raids more often and brings back spoils. One day I am headed for the tribute tent after the raid, still on a bit of a battle high with my white hair is tinged red, most of it still dripping. Aegon trots beside me, just as bloodied, snakes at my side.

I enter the tent and am greeted by Cohollo already inside, cleaning his blade thoroughly. As I approach to sit in my usual spot on his left when he snaches me around the waist and yanks me sideways into his lap, much to my shock. I then just relax back against his chest when his grip doesn't loosen up after a minute.

Haggo brings a slave in with him, and is followed by the other two Bloodriders. I greet them all and none of them comment on my new location. Aegon demands I rebraid his mane by rubbing and chuffing at me, do I do what I can from my currently trapped position.

Dany enters with two of my snakes at her heels , who come to me swiftly, hissing in my ears all that they had seen. One was the red yellow and black water snake and the other was a dimond headed cobra.

Danys lion- named Rhaella - walks beside her happily purring, not a speck of blood on either of them. Dany panics at the sight of Droggos Cut, but even I tell her it will heal quickly. She lets it rest and sits beside the Khal , listening about the raid.

" My Khal we have found a sheep witch. " called a young man from the entrance. He sneers in disgust.

" Bring the witch. " Drogo ordered.

" Witch?" Dany was never taught the Dothraki word for it, so I tell her the meaning in high Valarian.

¤ Dark magic user. She hides as a healer. They found skeletons in her home. ¤ I translate, drawing the attention of the Khal and his Bloodriders at the sound of the nearly lyrical language.

" Burn her, my sun and stars. " Dany tells Drogo. She hates evil people. They remind her of our brother, and she knows storues of magic and the evil people who resort to it.

" As you wish, moon of my life. " The witch was present for those words, not that she understood them.

* What shall be done with me. * the witch asks in the common tounge, something I haven't heard in more than a month now. It surprises me.

* Do you not understand. You are to be burned. * I tell her haughtily, Aegon raising his head beside me in Cohollos lap still, all attitude.

* I am a HEALER. Not a witch* the woman nearly screams it at her as she is pulled away.

" She lies to save her life, my Khal. " Haggo tells him angerly. The slave now on Qothos lap whimpers in fear.

" She burns on the pire with our dead brothers. " the Khal orders. Two of our own died in this raid.

The pire is ready as the sun sets and the two bodies and witch are settled on it. Dany and I decide to put the dragon eggs into the pire, fire and blood being our words. And both will have run wild today. (Our dreams whisper to us, and we have talked of this before as her belly grows heavy. My own is following suit- but I have yet to tell it sires)

Kahl Drogo lights the pire himself and the Khalazar celebrates. The witch could be heard all through the desert night as she died screaming.

It was a few hours till morning when Dany and I both feel our hearts erupt. We shoot off toward the pire, and enter the flames without fear. Many men tryto stop us, and we both can feel Khal Drogo mere inches behind us. His Bloodriders not an inch behind. Haggo nearly caught me around the waist, and was only stopped by me sliding under his arms on my knees, and leaping to my feet.

Once inside the flames we go immediately to our eggs. They are broken and in the cracked remains are our babies. I gather the green and cream ones while Dany picks up her little black and red. We both sit down in the roaring fire and greet our dragons happily- Danys pregnate belly large and prevalent as our clothes burn away, mine not so much.

When the fires die there is an entire Khalazar waiting around it. I stand first, my green on my shoulders and the golden in my arms. I help Dany up to her feet, only for her to be scooped up by the Khal in seconds.

I find myself surrounded by the three Bloodriders, all in a fuss. It is Qothollo who picks me up and swings me around, scolding me all the while for running into the fire. My dragons scream as they are jostled and I snarl at him to put me down.

He sets me down and it is then that they seem to realise two things. One Dany and I are both naked as the day we were born and two that we had acquired dragons.

Aegon trots up to my side as if he knew all along. I decide to name my green Rheghar and the golden one Reagal. In my mind I feel thier happiness and contentment.

Dany and I both get dressed as the sun rises and we continue as usual. I feed the three dragons some roasted horse meat, As they refuse raw meat I gave it to my snakes. The dragons get along well with their cousins, much to my relief. My Hooded devil and Reagal tolerate each other.

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We are moving again and Dany crys out from her horse, water running down her horses flanks. The baby is coming and I have never seen a tent come up so fast. I am fairly certain the khals heart stops beating for a few minutes. I enter the tent and hold Danys hand as she screams out again in pain, and we begin to breath as we practiced before. The Healer comes in and we both assist Dany as she bares down.

Her baby screams as he comes into the world, and I clean him of blood before handing the little prince to his mother. The healer calls the Khal in and I leave to give them their time, only to see Cohollo, Haggo and Qotho outside the tent waiting for me. I have a loose breast binder and a split riding skirt on, and all three men surround me, eager to hear about the Prince to mount the world.

I find it is time to tell them of their own son, coming sooner than they may think. It is a day of celebration for everyone.

The three baby dragons all cuddle in around Dany when she rests beside the huge bonfirewith her baby in her arms Aeghalla ,Aegon, Rhaella and the Khal and the Bloodriders all around her, lounging comfortably.

When she wakes to baby dragon song she feels an otherworldly love come upon her, and she joins them, humming along with them easily. Qotho tells her they will be heading back into the plains soon, to begin raiding the towns again, to begin readying to cross the Saltsea.

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"Dany... " Aegahla questions "how would you react if I went and bought all the Unsullied in Essos?" I asks as we ride side by side through the camp, her with the little Rheago and I with Rheagar and Drogon.

"I would ask why you would want a slave army." Her voice is dangerously unhappy, pointed and clinical.

"They would be free under me, sister. But we will need more than 40,000 Dothraki screamers to take Westeros. " Haggo snorts from my left, having herd my last comment. They don't agree.

"Only if you wait for our dragons to grow a bit larger, to breath fire. And you will take the Bloodriders with you. And-" Dany is throwing things at her now, reasoning and delaying.

"Sister, I was planning months in advance, our dragons have yet to even fly darling, and I am content to wait a while more to retake our homeland. It will wait awhile longer." She pats Dany thigh gently and trots back to her customary place with the Bloodriders, joining into their banter effortlessly. Qotholo leans over far and pulls the end of her silver- white hair as a distraction from heavy thoughts. They leave for their tent.

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Aegala sighs under her snake helmet unhappily as she follows Dany through the marketplace, hand on her whip and she hisses to the Hooded Devil around her shoulders conversationally. Haggo talks to her as the merchants hawk their wares to them, Cohollo on her other side.

"Gerzi? Care for some wine?" Dany asks her, using the moniker her husband gave her in a teasing tone. Little Rheggo is at his mothers chest, wrapped in a sling.

"Not from this one, Khalissi. " she replies, and they move to continue onward when the merchant pulls out a dagger, trying to get at Dany or her son. He fails utterly as Aegalla wraps her arm around his neck and she has his own dagger at his balls in seconds. Haggo and Qotholo ready rope as she commands.

"Kahlissi!" Her handmaidens exclaim in shock, and only then does Dany turn to see her sister holding the man. Oblivious as ever, Aegalla smiles fondly as the Kahlisi steps forward to examine the man.

"Send him to my Khal, sister. Aegon will stay with me." She bows her helmets head and motions for her lovers to follow.

"As you say, ¤Sister mine¤" Aegala then turns the limp man around and ties him up, picking him up across her shoulders like a dead deer and makes her way to her horse. She drapes him over Anagor's back and mounts up, leading her personal guard- her men really- back to the Khalazar.

"KHAL !" She calls out when she sees him , and as she pulls up beside him, him not on a mount, she cuts the merchant from her horse , and he lands in a heap before the great Khal.

"An assassin sent to kill your Khalissi. Poison was his weapon and when she denied it he tried to stab her and your son. He failed. " she sees the Khal slowly become enraged, and he orders the man sripped of his clothes, tied behind the Khalissi horse to walk.

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Six months later the Khalazar has taken over six smaller ones, and now rides at 130,000. She is the appointed Mini Khal- the Dothraki see her as a mans soul in a females body, and they call her Khal Gerzi.

She has her own Bloodriders now, and they are all female as well, she has trained several thousand women on how to ride- better than men- and how to shoot on horseback- better than men- they are called The Ivezh Gerzea. Their hair they have died white to match their Khal, and with how they did it it is permanent.

She takes out her nephew to ride, at a year old no less! It drives his mother nuts, but he stays securely wrapped to Aghalla. It is around this time that the dragons are just large enough to ride, and Drogon is the largest, while his siblings are the same size.

A roar above her and she gives a screach back, calling Reagal to her as she crouches on Anagors back, and as Reagal swoops low overhead and twists, she vaults up, grabbing onto the saddle strap there. Reagal flattens out as she settles into the saddle and the dragons roar happily as she joins them in the air.

Dany can't fly as often as she would like, but when she can she does so for hours at a time. Both sisters would never land if they had their way, free in the sky, only their dragons as company.

Rheagar calls to her a while later, and she allows herself to slide off sideways, and seconds later she lands on the greens back, settling easily into the saddle of the green. She hears whoops and screams from below, and clamps her thighs tightly to Rheagar as he flips upside down and she hollers back to her tribe.

They are nearing the city of Astapor, they are here to buy the Unsullied from the Grandmasters. They had made all the arrangements-or rather Danerys and Drogo did. Aegala is here to represent them, and her acrobatics with the two dragons are her showing off to the watchers from the wall.

She directs Rheagar to land in front of her tribe as the city gates open and the Unsullied march out, followed by the Grandmasters on litters. Rheagar lands with Rhegal right after him, shaking the ground. Her Kahlazar whoops and hollers and calls out, always in motion , horses whinying, never at rest.

The Unsullied are the opposite, strict lines, straight posture, uniform movements and no motion unless ordered. The Masters are set in the front, and the litters shade doesn't help them in this heat in their many layers. Aegalla slides down Rheagars wing, and lands on Anagors back in a trained and practiced way, trotting forward with her Bloodriders around her.

"The Grandmasters welcome you to Astapor, my lady. " a slave greets after the Grandmasters says
something nasty in High Valerion.

"Does he now?" Aegalla asks with a raised brow, and understanding dawns on the girl. She panics, and tells the Grandmasters she accepts their greeting.

"We are here for the Unsullied." She states easily as she dismounts her horse and approaches the litter. The grandmaster asks how she intends to pay for every Unsullied they have.

"The master asks how you intend to pay for the Unsullied, malady." The girl says

¤Why, I let you live of course! Did you not know this, dear Grandmaster, Valerian is my mother tongue?¤ The masters are all angry and shocked at the revelation, and on begins to order something.

Reagal roars loudly, and Rheagar beats his wings twice, blowing up sand dust and causing people to brace. Her Khalazar readies for a charge, just in case.

¤The Unsullied, now if you would, Masters?¤ Aehgala says as her women spread out around the orderly Unsullied, inspecting their formations. She is handed a harpy shaped Whip and she recounts, turning to face her Unsullied. She raises it up above her head, and the men come to ready.

"KILL ANY MAN HERE WHO CAUSED ANY OF YOU HARM, KILL THE MASTERS!!! DRACARYS!!" She orders in valerion, and her dragons begin burning the palace to the ground, and the Unsullied do as told.

Outside the gates the Unsullied stand in their formations, ready for their orders. Aegala drops the ornamental whip to the ground and tells them they are free to do as they please, under orders from Denearys Stormborne, Mother of dragons and Kahlissi of the great Dothraki sea.

None leave.

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She sends a group of four to her Sister to tell her the news, and begins actual arrangements with several mercinary, pirate, and the Grandmasters Navy now at her disposal. She knows they have more men than will fit on the ships, and begins orders to build new warships immediately. It will take the whole Kahlazar at least four months to reach Astapor, so Aegala settles into the grand temple, executing the rest of the masters and beginning several new laws, burning old ways and building new ones.

Several warships try to attack a week later, but the Masters commanding them made a mistake when entering Her city. They showed their faces. She mounts up on Rhegal and strings the corpses together, dropping them onto the lead warship. The attack stops and they go home, and days later trade continues on.

Aeghala demands- as reparation- that they surrender their 20 best warships. They do so with loud protests, but they do so. Trade between Astapor and the rest of Slavers bay continues on as usual, minus the slaves.

Aeghala sends Drogon back to Deanerys after another three weeks, as the city has calmed and the murders have stopped. On the same day a caravan of dessert men arrived in the city, bearing gifts for her.

One such gift was a fossilized dragon egg, and that gave her an idea. So she sent out a group of her new Unsullied and her more veteran riders out to the dessert, in search of more.

Her Unsullied commander - Grey worm- advises her of wariness, warning of unrest in the cities people. She is swamped by meetings and the line of people waiting to talk to her is long - never-ending. This is why Dany does this shit, damnit. As balls is not good at negotiation.

Contrary to her guards wants, she decides to head into the city itself, on her dearest Anagor. She had been ill for several days and wanted fresh air on the day she felt better. Her Bloodriders acompany her instead of her Unsullied guards, causing Missrendi to worry quite a bit.

She trots at a steady pace, talking lively with her second -Anadi- and her other Bloodriders. They draw a crowd of people, many of them former slaves, and as they reach a wide plaza of merchant stalls she is greeted by a sight.

A young boy is being beaten by a muscular man, his many rings showing his wealth. She rides over and catches the mans fist from behind as he goes to swing again. The man turns sharply, mouth open to spit words of rage at her, but his face drains of blood as he takes in her helm, her platinum hair through a short pipe in the top to flow down her back her sartling purple eyes bright as she watches this measly man.

"My Queen!" He startles, and tries to fall to his knees, bit is stopped by the grip,she has on his wrist.

"What has the boy done to receive such punishment. " she demands, tightening her grip, hearing bones grind.

"He stole, your Grace. " he says with tears in his eyes.

"And what did he steal, his hands are empty of anything but air. " she looks from him to the boy of 6 or 7, who hasn't moved from the ground as he watches her in wonder.

The man is silent. She releases him and waves to her Riders, who grab him and tie his hands with rope. She turns to the boy, reaching out her hand to him. He stands and takes it, causing ner to smile and lift him easily up onto Argon.

The boy sits in front of her, and the Merchant is tied to Andaris' horse by a lead. The boy is quiet at first, but as she talks to her Riders in dothraki he perks up. Then he repeats her. He smiles, and then he begins parroting all lf them.

The arrive back at the pyramid, dimounting and begin sparring. She practices with her whips - gifts from Cohollo- against an ex gladiator from the pits. A commotion at the gates stops the playing Dothraki women, all 40 or so turning towards the entrance.

There she sees a squad of her Unsullied fending off a crowd of children. There are at least 20 of them, and all are bruised and filthy. She storms up to the gate and barks a few orders, halting the mens actions.

"Why are you here, child." She asks the oldest of the group.

"You took our Master. We are yours now. " she tells Aegala with tears in her eyes.

"Come. You are no longer slaves of that rat. Do you want to watch him burn?" She orders a pire built for the Rat, and within the hour it is built with him tied to the middle of it, a cage made for him in the center.

Missrendi hands her the newest dragon egg, which she settles on top of the pire with care. She is handed a torch by Andrei, and she hands it to the boy - Mikhail- who then lights the pile.

When she hears the egg break open, and the newest dragons crys, she strips out of her armor in seconds and walks into the flames. She kneels and picks up the small dragon, cuddling it to her chest with care.

It latches onto her breast, and to her great surprise milk comes out. She had been surprised by their recent tenderness, passing along as her being sensitve. She vhegly wonders which Bloodrider is the father, but ignores it in favor of walking out of the fire.

The dragon is a stunning, rich shade of purple, and it looks to be much more delicte than the older dragons. Eleana it is then. She walks back out of the fire to see Andani waiting with clothes for her. She slips the shirt and pants on and settles Eleana around her neck.

"A new dragon for a new son, Khal Gerzi. " her second states with a smile and a wink.

"Oh you SHIT!" Aeghala exclaims in an indignant voice, pointing at her friend.

"Oh hush. " and then it devolves into a friendly argument.

She orders the children taken care of and the pire watched as she walks up the pyramid steps. It is only a little after noon and she still has meetings to attend.

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Never a dull moment it seems as she sits on the throne, listening to the newest grievance of the people. The news that she is pregnant spreads like wild fire, and on top of that her people return from the desserts. Many merchants are surprised at the dragon around her neck, or feeding at her breast like a babe.

They were successful in gathering up dragons eggs. She sorts through them for fakes and only finds two. And out of 20 that's not bad. She doesn't hatch them, deciding to wait for her sister.

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Dany arrives on Drogon with the rest of their sizable Khalazar two weeks later, a month early,to which Aegalla is glad to hand over the reins and throne. It is decided that they will gather up all the willing fighters they can from the cities of Slavers bay for the coming invasion. They receive funding from the Iron Bank to help build their warships- large enough to land a dragon on without sinking.

Dany is ecstatic to meet the petite Eleana, who is the size of a small house now. Her body is the darkest purple that fades to the lightest lavender along her wings tail and spines. The female dragon is never far from her mother, and as she fits through the large windows still she accompanies Aegala as she sat the throne, napping mostly. Rheggo adores his dragon to bits, bumbling over her name but trying anyway.

Large enough to ride Elaena and Aegala play in the water, perching on the top of the pyramid to overlook the city. When not with Aeghala, Elaena is found in the Bay without fail. Swimming deep to the bottom only to explode out like one of the great whales up north, only catching the air instead of falling back into the water.

On that note the warships are plentiful, as Aegalla has not been idle. 50 new warships are armed and battle ready, along with the 34 the masters of Astapor had already had. Not to mention the trade ships that were all over the seas, doing as trade and merchant ships do.

Khal Droggo is uneasy with the resting period, but as Aegala shows him maps of Westeros, and explaines how the houses work so he understands a lot more on how the politics work. They learn of king Roberts death a week after their arrival, and Joffreys rein.

Denarys sends letters to several houses who would feel spited by the crown, or have need of revenge- the Starks being a large one, along with the Tyrells.

She is in the seventh month of her pregnancy and the Bloodriders are hovering. Haggo , Cohollo, and Qotho needlessly follow her, guarding her for assassination attempts and crowds alike, glaring at every man present constantly.

Eleana sleeps on her balcony, while Reahgar and Reagal refuse to fly with her. Aeghala grows very depressed as it goes on, her newfound freedom in flying taken from her. Eleana will let her mount, but won't fly with her.

It is Dany who finds the loophole. Eleana will allow her to ride her, but not in the sky. So Aeghala rides the purple dragon through the the streets and plazas, making it an expected thing after another month of doing it.

Then it happens. Her Bloodriders are with Drogo handling the main body of the Kahlazar, and Dany is off flying with all four dragons. She is meeting with several dignitaries from Dorne when her cup falls from her hand. She stands abruptly and calls out, and as she falls Anadi catches her. Her stomach rolls, and she coughs up blood. Darkness takes her.

She wakes surrounded by fur and scales. Reagar is curled around her and a bed of furs, and she has a screaming headache. She groans and sits up, causing Rheagar to cuddle into her, his large head nuzzling against her flat stomache-
Flat. No.
Nonononononononononononononononononononononononononononono

Her mind screams as she does, and she hears the dragons roar with her as she screams for her lost baby. She sees Dany run into the room to her, embracing her. Trying to sooth her and Aegalla had done for her so many times.

Anadi enters after her, coming to sit beside her Khal. Anadi leans against her side, a solid weight. Grounding. Comforting as the dragon wrapped around the room.

"My baby " she sobs and lets out another ground shaking scream, and she hears dragon song start up, the three outside perched on the sides of the pyramid sing as they did when they were little. But not in joy this time, but in mourning

She cries herself out and runs out of tears. Not that that stops her screaming. Drogo and his Bloodriders enter, and they join the group, Aeghala moving from Danys arms to Qothos , with Cohollo and Haggo on either side.

She doesn't know how long she screams for, but all of them come and go, someone always with her. She runs out of voice, and so she rages. She throws things, she hits walls, she tears things apart. The room becomes a mess of wood, paper, feathers and clay.

Finally she collapses in on herself. She stops her rage and begins to actually mourn. Her Riders come to her with food and water, and she recovers her shattered mind from the pieces it had fallen into.

"The poison was supposed to kill you, Aela. " Dany tells her when she asks.

"It was one of the Droneish servants, not one lf the dignitaries. " Missrendi informs her as she bathes, her sister sits beside her, catching her up on what had happened while she was indisposed.

Aegalla sets back into her routine with gusto, training harder, flying longer, fighting meaner. She becomes a beast of muscle and speed- just like her dragons. She can go toe to toe with Drogo now, sparring rough and fast with her Bloodriders of both types. Rheagar and Reagal stay near her at all times, and fly with her as never before. She can almost reach him from their backs- her baby.

She begins training Rheago with a sword, and on how to ride the dragons. He chooses Eleana as his, his eyes matching her scales. The boys hair is unique , mottled black like his fathers, with patches of his mother's silver. He keeps it long, in a tail, and she teases him - calling him sheepdog. She adores him, as she always has.

The city mourns for the baby it never knew, and many people watch from the gate as she settles her baby's too small body on a pire. On it she also rests one of the unhatched eggs.

She lights the pire from inside it and cradles both her baby and the egg. As the last of her baby burns to ashes, the egg cracks open to reveal a white dragon. Its eyes are red as the egg it hatched from, an albino.

She holds it to her chest and screams out her pain one last time before walking out of the raging pire. Dany folds her into a cloak and pets the newest addition, silently wishing it was a human child instead. She keeps up all her training and blacksmithing , as she had become fond of the activity after so long doing nothing at all. Never again will she be weak.

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Aegalla downs the water handed to her by an assistant, body hot and sweat dripping from her as she toils over the forge. She had an idea a while back, when the dragons had shed some heavy scales. Make armor of them. So she took her learning of how to Blacksmith and took to it like a dragon to flying.

She made Dany, Droggo , herself and all six Bloodriders dragonscale armor. Then she thought of the dragons, and of how they had soft spots all over- albino Kealani is fragile for a dragon, and she has made him steel and scales from Drgon- there are very few books left in the world on dragons, but she is still wary of the once popular ones on hunting them. Especially for Rhego's Eleana, as her scales never did harden as the males had, causing Dany Aegalla and Drogo to worry.

So she has made dragon armor for the last two years, and trained her people- and Unsullied -on how to work together perfectly. The two opposite groups work surprisingly well together, and no infighting has ever occurred, as the people themselves get along as well. Dang has expanded their Queendom in Essos if treaties, Fire, and blood. The cities of Slavers Boy are no longer as they once were under her rule.

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She looks at herself in the mirror, noteing all the differences from 4 years ago to now. She sees all her scars, some from her dragons, play too rough, a drop to hard, a play bite that broke skin. But most are from battles. Long scars, short scars , jagged, smooth and every texture she can think. Cities do not fall easily, even to dragons.

Dragonfire leaves scars on even a Targaryen, she found out. Kealani and Eleana did not get along while he was growing, as he needed his mothers full attention constantly. Eleana was unhappy she rode him instead of her for one to many patrols, and spewed fire on him in retaliation. It hit Aeghala as well, burning her through her dragonscale armor. The burns are in a pattern of her armor, and it is as if she always wears it now. Dany had had a proper fit over it.

She flexes at the polished glass, and admires the large defined muscles from the better part of 5 years of the dothraki way and two and a half of that and blacksmithing dragon scale. She sees the toned muscles that riding dragons and horses brings ,sees how her stomach is defined and hard, a sharp V leading to her lower parts. She smiles at the result of her hard work, knowing she can take most any man and win.

Her deep- almost glowing- amathest eyes stare back at her, her too long silver mane now dry from her bath a curtain around her. She turns around and looks over her shoulder to look at her back. There she has several more scars, and one tattoo.

A dothraki style, a hooded snake in vivid black against her once pale skin, now the golden of a Dothraki warrior. She sees the sky begin to lighten with the coming of the sun, and she begins to dress. She is stopped by arms wrapping around her waist, another set looping over her shoulders with a kiss. Her Sun, Stars and Sky have returned, it would seem. A welcome distraction from duties unwanted.

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