#gameofthronescrossover

The next day, you woke up at dust. Getting dressed you chose your favorite outfit. Walking out of your room you were wearing black skin clad pants, Your knees comforted by your black knee high boots. As you walked down the corridors, your black shoulder cape lightly swung behind you, while the chain it was connected to hung firm across your shoulder and waist. Your black tunic, dress swinging with each step you took. Your hair clad in braids.

Once you arrived to the dragon infirmary, you were greeted by screeches along with small balls of fire.

Your sister, Daenerys, was seen as their mother, while they saw you as their fun aunt that let them get away with anything. 

Giggling, you made yourself comfortable on the ground before you were swarmed by dragons, each wanting your attention and love.

Hours flew by like minutes.

“There you are!” Daenerys voice rang through the infirmary.

“Uh-Oh.” You whispered to the small dragon you were holding. “Looks like we’re in trouble.” 

Letting out a small squawk, it climbed up your arm to your shoulder allowing it to nuzzle the side of your face. Giggles escaped your lips.

“Have you been here the whole day?”

You smiled. “I have.”

Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Do you want to  talk about what happened yesterday?” She questioned, moving to sit on the ground in front of you.

“Not really.” You let out a frustrated sigh, as Dragons made themselves comfortable in the small space between you.

“I think you should do it.” She shrugged.

“Why’s that?”

“They need you.”

“And you don’t?” You quipped raising an eyebrow.

“That’s not what I mean.” She sighed, rolling her eyes.

You hummed.

“Their home is being threatened. They need help from the best.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I can hold down the fort while you go help them defend their home.” She spoke, nuzzling a small dragon she was holding.

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“This is Y/N, of House Targaryen.” Aslan spoke to Four kings and queens of Narnia. 

Gazing at the small group, you couldn’t help but stare at the eldest. He had dirty blond hair, with capturing ocean eyes.

Once his gaze locked with yours, you immediately dropped your gaze to the ground as you felt heat dance along your cheeks. Butterflies erupting and twisting in your stomach.

“We’re glad you’re here, Y/N. We desperately need your help.”

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