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You’ve been locked up in Meereen for too long since you’ve been training the dragons with your older sister. She’s been intense lately; she worries for the people of Meeren and how her dragons are not behaving how she wanted them too, Jorah said that they can never be tamed but they can be trained and mastered but things has been difficult since your sister banish him from Meereen. Taking a walk around outside the walls of Meereen, you decide to let Rhaegal fly free from the walls; he’s the sweetest out of the dragons. He’s the youngest dragon yet the obedient one out of the three.

“Rhaegel! Not too far!” you shouted at the youngest dragon, which he just responded with a loud screeching noise. You were the youngest out of the Targaryen family since Viserys died. It’s been you and Daenerys is the only living Tagaryen in the seven kingdoms, you might not be the mother of dragons but you are their trainer. Looking up at the harsh sun, when you will ever cross the Narrow Sea? They talk so much about taking the iron throne and yet, here you are. Freeing the slaves of Meereen. Soon after, Daenerys would have to wed again and you will too but love hasn’t come your way yet. You start to wonder what it even feels like.

“Lady [Name], we must not stray too far from the walls of Meeren. The Queen wouldn’t be happy that we are far from the walls,” Greyworm’s voice broke the spell of your thoughts.

“I understand. Can I take a few more minutes? I need to call back Rhaegal,” You answered gently in Valyrian. Greyworm nod and stood guard behind you as you whistle in a high note calling back the youngest dragon. For a while, you didn’t hear anything back- you start to grow anxious every minute. The young dragon hasn’t return yet.

“Rhaegal” you shouted his name, after a minute- no response, “… Rhaegal!” you tried again but this time he answered you back. Landing in front of you, he put a piece of red meat from a dead animal.

“You gave quiet a scare Rhaegal! I thought you would never come back,” Rhaegal looks at you with a questioning look in his eyes. He offered his food towards you, as he’s sign of apology.

“You’re kind but I’ll pass” not a moment later, you guys head back to Meeren.

Supper ended on a lighter note this evening leaving your older sister less stressed since her dragons has been obeying, well for most of the time.

“Sister, you worry too much about your dragons. They might be big but they will take time to be trained as long you are with me. They will listen, you are their mother” you try to comfort her.

“I’m also worry about you [Name], who knows if they will just…” you know how this sentence ends. Fire can kill you; you are not the mother of dragons like your sister. Fire cannot hurt her but it will hurt you.

“Why do you think I ask you to come train them with me? If I just do it on my own then how will they listen to you? Daenerys, it doesn’t matter what happens to me in the end. You are more important, you can take the throne back”

“Don’t say such non-sense! You are Targaryen and I will not let my sister die. I don’t care about our brother, he brought that upon himself—“ You frowned slightly, your older brother might be cruel and he did put his dreadful fate upon himself but he’s still your brother.

“Alright, I’ll be careful. Will you please stop worrying? Your causing yourself some lines around your eyes,” you traced the imaginary lines around her eyes making her laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” you smiled at her, “That’s better. Now, I better go before Daario gets here” you slowly made your way out of her chambers. You might be young but you're not naïve.

“It’s not funny!” but it only made you smile wider. Making your way to your chambers, you noticed Ser Barristan is walking in haste.

“Sorry to bother you Milady… but this is important, I was about to go to the Queen and—“

“No need to bother her Ser Barristan, she had a rough day. Let her rest, maybe I can help,” you offered to him. He slightly bows at you and making his way to the throne room.

“The unsullied found him in the entrance Milady, he said he travelled across from the Narrow Sea and he has nowhere to go,” Ser Barristan walked beside you giving a small detail about the situation.

“Did we figure out who this person is? Is he a threat?” you asked curiously. Meeren never gets strangers like these at night at least not across from the Narrow Sea.

“Well… I don’t think he is Milady, he might be helpful to the Queen,” he replies in a whisper. He said it like the seven kingdoms will hear him. “… It’s Jon Snow Milady,” you stop your tracks at the entrance of the throne room. From there you saw a man with black curly hair, he was looking at you with disbelief. Like he hasn’t seen a woman before. You felt your cheeks heat up, clearing your throat “You must be Jon Snow,” Jon bows to you. You knew because of Jorah and Sir Barristan, he’s Ned Stark’s bastard son.

“Your Grace,” he says

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but I am not your Queen. I’m her sister. [Name] Tagaryen,” He stared at you with disbelief.

“Daenerys Tagaryen’s twin sister, the trainer of dragons.”

“I—I didn’t know— that the Targaryens has twins…” Jon stuttered, you can’t deny—he’s a handsome man.

“Not a lot of people know about me. But the more important question is what are you doing here Jon Snow?” Jon looked down at the cold floor with sadness and hurt. You weren’t sure why the son of Stark is here.

“I escaped from the wall. I was betrayed by my own. My friend helped me escape and he told me that going to the Narrow sea might help and maybe might even find you… well the Queen,”

“What are you hoping to find?” asks Ser Barristan; he doesn’t feel threaten at all. He knows Ned Stark, Jon is someone that they can trust. He can even tell them more information about what is going on Westeros. Since Jorah is gone- it doesn’t hurt to have one more member in their party.

“Very well, you can take Lord Snow to one of the empty chambers, have him groom and sent to the council room. Ser Barristan, if you don’t mind calling my sister for a meeting,”

He bows to you, “Milady,” you took a last glance at Jon before the unsuilled took him away.

You entered the council room as Daenerys pace around the room, she doesn’t look happy. She turn at the moment you closed the door, “What is the meaning of this? Why would you decide on this without me?” you were attack by questions already, you weren’t sure why she’s angry about. He would be a great addition to her council.

“Your Grace it is not her fault—“

“It’s okay. I apologize sister. I took him in; I cannot let the man die out there with the harsh sun. He poses no threat to us, he’s looking for you,” You explain calmly at your older sister. The door open once again but this time, it was Jon and Daario, they both took a bow at Daenerys.

“Your Grace,” Jon started but he didn’t look up to Daenerys as if he was afraid to look at her, “My deepest apologize for intruding—I was looking for you for help. I—I was cast away at the wall. My own kind betrayed me,” You feelings goes out for him, the feelings of being cast away not having anyone else. He’s family was betrayed and killed by the Frey and now the guards of the wall too; he’s suffered enough.

“And what are you hoping to seek at Meeren?” Daenerys asks sternly.

“To serve you, your grace. I have no where else to go and I will serve you with my all my life until my death,”

“Lord Snow—“ you want to tell him that he doesn’t have too, he is now a free man.

“Sister,” Daenerys glares at you. You took a step back and keeping it to yourself.

“I don’t usually take this kindly especially for people over at Westeros but—“ she pauses and glances back at you, “You can serve me but your time will be serving my little sister, I trust my people but can I trust you in protecting her?” Shocked, you turn your attention to your older sister. Your heart start to skipped a beat, you might develop a small crush on Jon but you didn’t need a guard. You can protect yourself just fine. You were about to protest to Daenerys, when Jon answered back.

“I will your grace. I swear on my life, I will protect your sister,” he gazes at your eyes intensely as if he is trying to read through your soul. The only difference between you and Daenerys is the color of eyes and the length of hair. She might a slight taller that you but she’s also older.

“Sister,”

“You will not argue with me [Name]. You make this decision on your own and at least Lord Snow will be watching over you while we train the dragons,” Ever since Khol Dorgo and their unborn child past away. She’s been over protective of her lately, constantly reporting where you are and where you’re going; you just can’t catch a break.

You didn’t push her and stay quiet, “Since that is settled, I suggest that everybody gets a good rest. [Name] we got some training to do tomorrow,” you bowed to your sister as she leaves the council room, just leaving you and Jon in the room.

“Milady, I just want to say—“

“[Name]” Jon gives you quizzical look

“Call me [Name],” you smiled at him. Jon wasn’t sure how to respond at first but with your welcoming personal, he can’t help but give in. “[Name]” he smiled back,

“… Nice to meet you,” your stomach flip when he flashes you his smile.

“The honor is mine Jon Snow,” you weren’t sure where this is going but you thought that you would just go along with it.

Jon couldn’t believe that he would be serving a Targaryen and honestly he also didn’t expect to fall in love with one.