The invasion of the Seven Kingdoms had been going poorly. After Euron Greyjoy decimated what remained of the naval fleet, Asha had barely been rescued, and scrambling to reclaim the campaign from the jaws of defeat.
This had inspired a bit of tension between the Khaleesi and the Greyjoy, one of the rushed decisions costing Danaerys one of her dragons and tilting the odds further towards the Lannister army advancing on the North.
This morning, they’d been bickering over a decision to abandon the Reach and focus more on the evacuation of the Wildlings, with the assistance of Jon Snow.
It had been close to an hour of fighting before you’d finally spoken up. “Ladies!”
They both turned to you, frustrated and at the end of their tethers.
“Surely, the three of us can work something out? Dany, you’re a Queen, and one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. You’ll succeed. The Gods wouldn’t have it any other way, or they’d have an issue with me. And Asha-” you turned to her, giving her a heavy look. “Losing was difficult for all of us, you the most so, but you have to trust that we know what we’re doing. Let someone else talk sometimes, and know that we’ll listen to you when the time comes.”
Both glanced at each other, and begrudgingly offered apologies, before turning back to the task at hand, albeit more calmly than before.
You turned to Tyrion Lannister, who was watching you with an degree of respect. “That’s why they need a mediator.” You concluded with a tiny wink.
Your relationship with Viserys was a source of pride for the remaining Targaryens, your committal to the ideals of your father, keeping the Targaryen bloodline to the purity which it had been for many years. Even as you were exiled from Westeros, your small family remained together, helping to raise Danaerys as authentically as you could to how you’d been raised.
You built a bond with her, an amalgam between a maternal figure and the older sibling she needed to help her through such trying times.
Thus, as news of your conceiving of a child was received, she was the first person you told. It was cause for celebration! You had an heir, and a viable claim to the throne now!
You took her hands in yours and brought her out into the balmy summer air. “I think I’m pregnant, Dany.”
Danaerys was silent for a moment, staring back at you, before mirroring your excitement and squeezing your hand. “Have you told Viserys yet?”
“I will,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “soon.”
She frowned with minor disapproval. Despite the closeness of your bond, both of you were prone to keeping secrets. “He’ll be happy to hear it, Y/N, you’re the only thing that matters to him.”
“But, what do you think?”
Her brow furrowed. “What does it matter what I think? I’m excited to be an aunt, to spoil them rotten, teach them our history, like you taught me. I’ll be by your side, no matter what. Now, go tell Viserys!” She gave you a light-hearted shove towards the door, corners of her lips twisting up into a pleasant expression.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or a Targaryen!reader x Dany Targaryen reader after khal drogo dies and they comfort each other?”
Incest warning!
{Sorry this is a bit short! It’s been sitting in my drafts for a few months, and I tried to make it longer, but found I couldn’t do much without losing the heart of the story. Hope you enjoy! <3}
She caressed her sister’s cheek fondly, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone with her slender thumb. “Are you ready?”
Daenerys thought for a minute, before nodding softly.
“You’re so strong.” It was a phrase she often repeated, spoken with revere and affection she still did not understand. Y/N had known for years that when Danaerys began to bleed, Viserys would find her a suitor. But the dust had barely settled over his grave when another loss struck them, the loss of Daenerys’ husband: Khal Drogo. Though Y/N had never much cared for the savage horse-lord, she cared for her sister and supported her while she grieved.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or a Targaryen!reader x Dany Targaryen reader after khal drogo dies and they comfort each other?”
Incest warning!
{Sorry this is a bit short! It’s been sitting in my drafts for a few months, and I tried to make it longer, but found I couldn’t do much without losing the heart of the story. Hope you enjoy! <3}
She caressed her sister’s cheek fondly, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone with her slender thumb. “Are you ready?”
Daenerys thought for a minute, before nodding softly.
“You’re so strong.” It was a phrase she often repeated, spoken with revere and affection she still did not understand. Y/N had known for years that when Danaerys began to bleed, Viserys would find her a suitor. But the dust had barely settled over his grave when another loss struck them, the loss of Daenerys’ husband: Khal Drogo. Though Y/N had never much cared for the savage horse-lord, she cared for her sister and supported her while she grieved.
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