Little Dragon - Part 4
Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isnât too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.
Daenerys Targaryen x Child!Reader
(my friend is an angel and is letting me use her laptop for today, thank god, so Iâll post as much as possible today, like a lot of fics, so that you guy have a little knaw off of:3 love you all and stay safe!!)
(Warnings: Some time jumps, but other than that I donât think so)
High Valyrian is in cursive
It was months after Jorahâs banishment, and a lot had happened, including your birthday. Since you couldnât remember when your birthday was, the reason being that it was never celebrated, Daenerys had asked your former master in the cells, who, after much thought if getting eaten by a dragon was worth it, told her the day you were born, which he had learned the day he bought your mother and you as an infant. At just eleven now, Daenerys had you at court with her sometimes, you had learnt quite a lot of the common tongue and history of both Westeros and Essos, and Daenerys was proud of your progress. You were standing to her right in the throne room, if you were being honest, you never really paid attention to what happened in the room, more so trying to memorise the different houses of Westeros, one of the first things Daenerys had you learn. All the houses, their words, their symbols, where they were, what they were known for. You, however, had trouble with some of them, which is what you were doing right now, in your head you tried to remember what sigil belonged to which house. But you were brought out of it by Missandei who approached you â(Y/N), itâs best that you come with meâ she whispered low, making you frown and look at Daenerys, who nodded. You let Missandei escort you to the exit of the throne room, and peeking behind her, you saw burnt bones, a man weeping over them, and your eyes widened at the sight as an Unsullied took you to your room.
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It had been hours since you had been escorted out of the throne room. You couldnât get the small burnt skeleton out of your head, who was it? What happened? It was so small, smaller than you, was it a kid? Your thoughts however were interrupted by Daenerys, who had clearly been crying, her eyes wet and cheeks flushed, she tried to hide it, but the tear stains clearly gave it away. You were sitting on your bed when she entered your room, kneeling in front of you as she took your hands in hers, she looked lost, like she didnât know what to say âyouâre sad againâ you mumbled, making her look down before back up at you âyes, Little Dragon, I amâ she admitted, getting up and sitting besides you on the bed, still holding your small hands âthe man, from court today⌠something happened⌠I know you saw what he was carryingâ she looked down into her lap before continuing âDrogon did something bad, very bad-â
âLike Ser Jorah?â she nodded at your question, making you think âdo you have to send Drogon away too?â you finally asked after much thought, but she gently shook her head âno, no (Y/N)... Drogon did something bad but no one knows where he is. I canât control my dragons as well as I thoughtâ she admitted to you, still looking away from you âI had to-... I had to put Rhaegal and Viserion below the pyramidâ she admitted, just now looking back up at you, seeing how you were confused. âWhy? They didnât do anythingâ you just got more and more confused the more you tried to understand âNo, but they could, one day they mightâ Daenerys admitted, still watching for your reaction, and seeing how you were still confused she sighed, trying to think of a way to explain it better âsometimes, when someone does something bad, and you canât punish them, you have to make sure it doesnât happen againâ you nodded carefully, thinking it over, and trying to understand.
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It had been a year now, since Rhaegal and Viserion had been locked away, and you had turned twelve now. Daenerys had tried to see her dragons, but to no avail. She was, however, unaware that you had visited them a few times in the past year, but not much. Your studies and lessons had gotten more and more heavy, focusing on much larger themes, instead of simply learning a language or some history. Though Daenerys tried to slow your lessons down by now, she said you needed to be a child, that you should have time to do what you want without all of these lessons weighing you down, so did Ser Barristan say, who often told you stories of Westeros, what it was like, since Daenerys was busy, and with the execution of a freed slave, she barely visited you now. Missandei tried to make you understand, but it was hard to understand when you were told nothing. You spend most of your time with Missandei or your teacher now, but sometimes Ser Barristan came and told you of Westeros, he told you tales that were told in Westeros, of heroes of old, of how Rhaegar, Daenerysâ brother, was. To say you were intrigued was an understatement, you loved hearing him tell of the different knights, and now that you had learnt the common tongue much more, you could understand him without having your teacher or Missandei translate for you, at least not all of the time.
Your teacher told you that you spent too much time with your head in Westeros, when you werenât even in Westeros. You were in Essos, not in a land with a great big wall made out of pure ice. Ser Barristan told you of the wall, of the North, and of the South. He told you how the leaves change color when the seasons change, how the Reach looks in autumn, how the North has summer snow. You couldnât imagine snow, and now there was such a thing as summer snow.Â
Ser Barristan usually came in the middle of your lessons or after. It was always after Daenerys was done in the throne room, and he no longer had to be present. He told you how he asked so often if he could see you, that at this point Daenerys knew when he was about to ask. You listened as he told you of great knights, of lords and ladies, of the different animals, islands, and even as mundane as the weather. Everything your books never mentioned, and even parts that they did mention, but you wanted to know from someone who had been there, and not read about it.
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It had been hours since your lessons ended, and Ser Barristan hadnât come to see you today, neither had Missandei, and your teacher acted weird, but wouldnât say anything. You were picking at your food when the door opened, you looked up and saw a Daenerys with tear stained cheeks, and when she closed the door it was like she didnât have to hold her head high anymore, her shoulders sank and she looked down as she approached you slowly.
You sat in your chair at your table as she knelt in front of you, looking up at you âwhere is Ser Barristan? He said he would come see meâ you frowned as you saw new tears form in her eyes â(Y/N)... Little DragonâŚâ she held back a sob âSer Barristan⌠was attacked by the Sons of the Harpy⌠Iâm afraid he canât visit you anymoreâ she did her best to keep her voice steady, but seeing the tears in your eyes, seeing how they slowly rolled down your cheeks as realization set in. You shook your head gently as you fell from your chair into her arms, hugging her as you sobbed into her dress. Daenerys held you tight, her hand gently patting your head as she comforted you, and seeing how broken you were, a rage filled her. A rage for those who had harmed her and you alike. You were called her daughter throughout Meereen, and she took it with pride, but with that title came dangers, and now more than ever, now that Gray Worm was hurt and Ser Barristan dead, she needed to keep you safe.
