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"Daenys I Targaryen" by @wweskywalker for my fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons" 🔥 Thank you again for your amazing work on these commissions!

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The youngest of the triplets and second born daughter of Daenerys I Targaryen was the dark haired Daenys. Save a single lock of silver, her hair was that of her father - a dark and curly mane that grew longer as she grew older. But her resemblance to her mother was undeniably apparent to all who saw her - a dark haired Daenerys born again, the same violet eyes, the same shaped face, even her voice sounded like that of the Dragon Queen.

Daenys was named for Daenys the Dreamer, of House Targaryen of Valyria of Old, and like her name sake, was a Dreamer - she was said to live halfway between this world and the that of the Gods, and walk amongst visions like like a shepherd does their flock. She was bound to the she-dragon, Dreamflame - a stunning violet and shining copper beast that had been Daenys' companion since her own birth. Daenys, while bound to Dreamflame, was also unusually close with all the hatchlings - even Daenyxes and Nightweaver, who were to be bound to Rhaenyra and Aemon, would respond to her calls and commands. She would speak and sing to the dragons, and it was said hers was the fairest voice in an age or more - but whether this was due to her vocal ability, or the way her ethereal tones themselves that calmed the dragons and men alike, was unclear to those who heard tell of it elsewhere. She would come to hatch more than a score of dragon eggs in her lifetime, and would be credited with more discoveries of secrets lost from House Targaryen than any has or likely will be again - whether due to long lost discoveries on Dragonstone, her dragon dreams, or possibly, as some small folk guessed, told to her by the dragons themselves.

Daenys was usually adorned in intricately stitched violet gowns, or sometimes white ones, and wore jewelry of bright silver with amethysts, sapphires, and pearls. She had several rings she always wore, including the silver and pearl ring of her late mother, and another with stones matching the Valyrian hatchlings eggs that was gifted to her by the Red Priestess, Mekarie.

Daenys would be the next, taking flight on her beloved violet and copper she-dragon, Dreamflame, a turn of the moon after her sister. Daenys, although bound to her mount, was very active with caring for all the dragons, and would call for them all to fly with her and Dreamflame - which they would happily do, trilling in the sky and following as she dove on Dreamflame from greater and greater heights, copying and flanking her on either side. Most often it was Joraxes and Barrax to take wing with her, but sometimes they would all join, Rhaenyra and Daenyxes included.

It would be two moons later that Aemon finally took flight upon Nightweaver, who would disappear into the evening skies and reappear before dawn as if he melted out of the clouds above. Having watched his sisters ride and fly first, he was immediately confident, and rode for a full evening his first flight - far longer than either Rhaenyra or Daenys had for their own virgin flights. He later admitted to them that Nightweaver wouldn't descend until the sky had begun to lighten with the dawn, having taken him all the way to King's Landing and hunting on Driftmark before returning to Dragonstone - a remarkable feat for a dragon so young but the honesty of Prince Aemon was not a question any would dare utter.

From then on, the skies of Dragonstone would be filled with dragons and riders alike."

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"Aemon Targaryen, later known as Aemon The True, was the middle born triplet and only male heir of the Targaryen line. He had the pale silver hair and deep indigo eyes of his uncle and grandsire, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, but still looked very much like his father physically. He wore black, alone or paired with red or purple to match his sisters, and his hair was cut short. He kept his face clean shaven and nails neatly trimmed, and his smile was said to be softer than silk. He loved to travel on dragonback with his mount, Nightweaver. A glorious beast with deep indigo scales and brilliant bronze wings, crests, and horns, the dragon would disappear into the night sky as if he'd become darkness itself.

Aemon was known to sing to his sisters and his dragon, serenading them with a deep and soulful voice that they all found calming. He and his younger sister, Daenys, would sing together often, or he would accompany her with his dragon carved flute while she sang. He was known to be generous, adventurous, loyal, and above all, honest. His willingness to dissent with and correct his small council, his readiness to detail why others were operating for personal gains, and refusal to submit to falsities earned him his nickname "Aemon The True".

Aemon looked up to his sister Rhaenyra from the start, training with her under Grey Worm's instruction since he was able to hold a training sword. He would spend hours every day training with spear, sword, and shield - he proved to be completely uninterested in a bow. On the rare occasions he was away from his sisters, Grey Worm was the only one Aemon trusted to protect them. It was often said the boy had found a father in Grey Worm, whose dedication to the Targaryen children was his oath of honor and service to their mother."

From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @samartworksblog

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Daenerys finds herself outside and bathing in sunlight as a gentle breeze blows through her silver hair. She can't quite remember how she came to be here but it doesn't seem to bother her that she can't recall. She feels the warm sand beneath her feet and wiggles her toes to push them in deeper into it, the warmth spreading over her feet. Daenerys can sense calmness here she is content to get lost in.

As she soaks in the sun's beams, she hears a child laughing and her eyes flutter open. Looking down at herself, she is dressed in Dothraki garb, and there is tent behind her where the child's laughter is coming from.

As Daenerys walks into the tent she can smell many things, like freshly roasted goat, the hint of wax from the candles, the leather of the tent, and an unexpected scent - that of a dragon? When she pulls back the inner curtain, she sees the Khal's tent is filled with candles, chests of gold and precious stones, food for for a feast, and a scene that takes her breath away.

From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @samartworksblog

Daenerys saw a swirl of flame burst forth before her, Rhaegars's voice fading from her ears as she stood back. The tornado of fire shot into the sky as high as she could see, and dark, thick clouds seemed to be gathering quickly. Her gaze was pulled to the core of the fire, something small seemed to be glinting and swirling within. She stepped closer, squinting at it and realized it was a coin. As she reached out to touch it, the fire seemed to brighten and swell, and upon touching it, her eyes became like mirrors showing the flames licking her hand.

She saw a coin, with herself standing upon it, and fire coming up around her. She saw the eggs of Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion lying around her and watched as they hatched, crawled forth, and grey up before her eyes, as if years were only moments. She saw the coin flipping while she fell through the air, seeing a pair of faces either time the coin flipped. With the first side, she would see her mother, the late Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and her older brother, Rhaegar. She would hear the voices of loved ones echoing in her mind as she saw their pleading faces.

"If you die, we're all lost. Everyone, everything." Tyrion's voice drifted through her mind, his pleading face appearing before her. "There are times when I look at you, and I still can't believe you're real," Jorah's voice spoke softly in her hear, and she turned them to see his face as well. Then came a voice that made her heart feel as if it had gotten stuck in her throat, and she turned with tears in her eyes - "I have seen you listen to your counselors. I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you. And I have seen you ignore your counselors… because there was a better choice. One that only you could see" Missandei's voice said, as assuring and lovingly as when she'd said it in life. Daenerys wanted to reach out to her, to embrace her once more, but before she could, the coin flipped again. Daenerys was falling, again.

On the darker side of the coin, she would see the faces of her other brother, Viserys, and their father, King Aerys II, the Mad King.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" Viserys' voice threatened her, the entitlement rolling off with complete ease as his face formed. "Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children! Little children, BURNED!" Jon's voice pierced through her mind, his anguished face floating to the surface of her mind, Viserys' face diminishing away as it did. "... You burned down a city," Tyrion's voice cut through Jon's, louder than his had been, and his disappointment was palpable as his face erased Jon's. The clang of his Hand of the Queen pin echoed behind his words, as it had in life. "BURN THEM ALL!" her father's voice screamed out, silencing them all as the Mad King's face blasted through Tyrion's, his twisted face contorted in rage.

As their words continued pouring into her mind, all of her memories came rushing back. Daenerys struggled to comprehend it all, and the the headrush was bringing her to her knees as she heard their voices continue talking, changing with every flip of the coin, and hearing the cries of... babies? Dragons? She couldn't be sure. But in her mind she tried to trace the sound and find the source, to no avail.

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"The eldest of the triplets was a fierce warrior and skillful dragonrider. She had silver gold hair like her mother and big brown eyes like her father, and she was often told she resembled her aunt, The Queen of the North, the lady Sansa Stark. It was said the first time she met her aunt, the renowned fighter Arya Stark, she demanded to train with her, although she was only 5 at the time. Her aunt taught her several defensive maneuvers and gifted her with her Valyrian steel dagger before continuing on her adventures at sea. Rhaenyra would also be gifted one of the Valyrian steel swords of her house, Dark Sister, for her 16th name day, and wield both for the rest of her days.

Rhaenyra was outspoken, charming, clever, and extremely protective of her siblings and the dragons they cared for. She often dressed in red, sometimes with black, and always adorned golden jewelry with deep red rubies. She also wore the dragon chain of her mother, the only silver she ever wore. She loved to fight and fly above all else, and her prowess in combat led to tales of her dragon blood extending to her blades.

Her mount was one of the hatchlings of Old Valyria, a she-dragon named Daenyxes who she rode for the first time at age of 7 and every day forward. Daenyxes was said to be the most beautiful dragon since Sunfyre the Golden, and many declared she was Daenerys reborn again as a dragon."

As Daenerys embraced her son and husband, she heard the sound of a harp, just faintly enough to hear but not to make out the song. She kissed Drogo again, and gave them another squeeze of a hug before walking from the tent, the sound drawing her closer. The music was coming from beyond a great hill of sand, the wind carrying its sweet notes to her in whisps. Daenerys climbed the hill, taking several extra steps as the sand sank beneath her feet while made her way to the top. As she grew closer, she heard a deep, smooth voice humming along to the harp - somehow familiar to her, despite knowing she had never heard it before. When she reached the top, she saw the back of a silver haired figure sitting in the sand before her, and he stopped playing as she approached.

"Hello, baby sister" said the man. He turned to her with a small smile and deep, indigo colored eyes. Daenerys knew without explanation or doubt that this was her oldest brother, The Last Dragon - Rhaegar Targaryen. She had thought he would look more like her brother Viserys and herself, or maybe even Jon Snow, but save their shared Targaryen silver hair, he was not physically like her much at all.

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