Daenerys Waters, that is my name.
I am the bastard daughter of Prince Baelon Targaryen and the half-sister of the soon to be crowned king of the Seven Kingdoms, Viserys Targaryen.
Like many other Dragon Seeds I live on the island of Dragonstone, in a small village east of the castle the royals live in.
As for my life until now, all I can say is that it is complete and utter Shit!
I started out with a mother, an uncle and a grandfather. In the span of a month I lost them all. My mother was the first to go, dying to the birthing bed bringing my little sister to the world. The second to go was my grandfather, he was old by the standards of the low-borns and losing his last living child was too much for his heart. My uncle, well I am not sure to be honest, most agree that he must have sunk while fishing, I like their reasoning because if he fled to the mainland to avoid taking care of my sister and I then I would lose the last shred of faith I had in the people of this world.
Yes! you heard that right, this world, because I am not from around here. To me this place, Westeros, was little more than a fantasy world.
Needless to say my sister and I were truly in danger of starving if I could not find someone to take care of us, after all I remain a four years old girl. In other words I am completely incapable of providing for myself, let alone my baby sister.
All the knowledge of a world millennia ahead of this one could not help me if my body is incapable of doing the labor needed.
As for my fellow villagers I will admit that they tried to help us for the first week or so, but they can barely provide for themselves, adding the burden of two young girls, one a baby at that, was simply impossible.
I thought of making my way to the castle to ask for help given who our father is, but even if they were to hear me out I simply do not have the strength to make my way halfway around Dragonstone, not like my dragon riding father.
And so I despaired, for in at most a day I will have no choice but to kill my new born sister with my own hands if I wished to survive.
That was when I met him, Aenar Waters, the son of the dead prince Eamon Targaryen.
When I had all but given up on life I found him attempting to make a rudimentary compass with some scrap metals.
That day was when all three of our lives would forever change.
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"A compass…" I murmured to myself, but clearly my words were loud enough for the boy to hear me.
He turned my way at such speed with a face so pale that I would have believed the Stranger coming for him if I truly believed in the nonsense of the faith of the seven. Such a disgusting faith, blaming innocent children for the sins of their parents. Calling us bastards when the real bastards are those who refuse to take responsibility for the outcome of their actions.
"You said compass didn't you! Are you- like me, you know what I mean…" The look in his eyes, in there I found hope and a burning desire for comradeship.
As for me I saw in him hope for my sister and I to live another day.
I approached his ear and whispered a simple word, one that does not exist in this world of savages "Transmigration".
That day Aenar Waters, our cousin, not that I knew of our family relation at that point, took us in, shared his catch with me and traded the little he had for milk to feed my sister.
And I swore that I would repay him for all he has done for us.
In truth that day was not the first time I had seen the boy and I do not speak of the glimpses of him I got when I walked the beaten paths of the village.
No, he was familiar to me the way very few are, after all I have dreamt of him since the day I was born.
Now clearly I am a Dreamer but because of that I understand better than anyone else that one should never mess with fate, hence why I never approached the boy.
Dreams can be taken advantage of but they can never be avoided, no matter what anyone does once I dream it then it is set in stone.
However there are ways to benefit from my foreknowledge, but they are limited to the before and after. By that I mean that I could for example avoid a dragon burning down the village as long as I do not see myself dying along with the rest of the villagers, or I could return after the dragon's rampage to scavenge from the remains of the village before any other thanks to my foreknowledge.
My dreams are useful since they grant me knowledge of the major events currently happening along with those soon to happen, but nothing that could have changed our circumstances.
That is where Aenar came in, he was already ten years old, which by the standards of this world is the age when boys are put to work to earn their bread even if they have family, especially then, since the family has already invested plenty in the child.
Aenar was a special case, he too was an orphan, but he was strong enough to fish in shallow waters and with his knowledge of what foods the locals avoid due to their lack of understanding he never had to go hungry, and neither did we since the day we joined him.
Years will go by and we live in good companionship, two people far away from all they knew leaning on one another to keep us from despairing for our current situation.
That is not to say that we didn't plan and plot how to rise to the summit, how to make ourselves untouchable, how to take what we deserved and more. Always more for we tasted hunger and fear and we swore to one another that all of it will only be temporary.
All we needed was for events to align just right so that we could leave our current lives behind and live as gods amongst men.
That day could not have come soon enough, but it did in 103 after Aegon's conquest. The year when the old king, our grandfather, died.
That very day the island of Dragonstone welcomed two new inhabitants, the mounts of the old king and queen, Vermithor and Silverwing.
At the age of 12 I committed the single greatest crime, it was a taboo really, in Westerosi law where I willingly and knowingly bonded with Silverwing whilst Aenar bonded with Vermithor the Bronze Fury.
Only Targaryens were allowed to bond with dragons, if they were to learn of our actions then there would be no end to the cruelty they would inflict upon us.
Two of the largest dragons in the world were now ours, one of them known to be a she dragon who regularly lays clutches of eggs, eggs we will need for the dynasty we intend to build.
We could have mounted our dragons to travel to the east and hide, but that wasn't the life we wanted for ourselves.
Instead we strengthened our bond, learned to ride whenever my dreams guaranteed secrecy, and collected the eggs of Silverwing, never allowing the Dragon Keepers to get their hands on even one of them.
And we waited for the time when as few dragon riders could chase after us.
To us who knew of events further in the future, beyond what my dreams provide, the clear window for escape would be when the Rogue Prince is busy with the war in the Stepstones.
However the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry in the most unexpected of ways.
For us, everything changed when my younger sister, envious of Aenar for spending too much time with her big sister, decided to secretly tail us during one of our practice flights. Instead of finding us, she became lost among the countless crevices of the Dragonmont, where she crossed paths with a newly hatched dragon of purple and blue. At that moment, she was claimed by the hatchling, unraveling every strategy Aenar and I had carefully planned and forcing us to change course before the villagers discovered Daena and her dragon.
A hatchling cannot be controlled like an adult dragon who's already had riders before, worst they often desire to remain as close as possible with their bonded partner.
That is to say that we would not be able to hide my sister's indiscretion for long.
However not everything was lost, for my dreams showed me the coming confrontation between a young she dragon and the Blood Wyrm. No doubt this dream represented the confrontation between the young princess and the rogue prince over him taking over her seat and stealing a dragon egg for his bastard to be.
Instead of waiting until Prince Daemon Targaryen leaves for the war in the stepstones, we changed our time table to take advantage of the Rogue Prince's coming banishment to the Vale, as shall be commanded of him by his kingly brother.
At that time when the closest Dragon riders would be Rhaenys and her son Laenor Velaryon we collected our belongings, that is mostly the dragon eggs in our possession, then we mounted our dragons, my sister behind me and her young friend locked in a cage to make travel practical.
As we flew east in the dead of night, at a time where clouds hid the light of the moon from illuminating the sky, I swore to myself that the next time I set foot on Dragon stone it would be to strip it of all it has in value.
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Dragons the size of our own have the ability to spend most of a day flying or rather gliding through the air currents at a speed superior to all known creatures.
Thanks to those advantages we reached the ancient city of Astapor in a mere week of travel.
Our dragons would grant us far too much power which will put the good masters on guard against two Valyrians who ride some of the largest dragons in the world. For that reason we disembarked a ways away from our destination, followed by acting like smugglers who wish to trade a young hatchling for the good master's unsullied so that we may start a sellsword business.
There we replicated the strategy of Daenerys Targaryen and traded my little sister's dragon for all the available Unsullied, we also got those in training for the price of one dragon egg.
Things played out as you would imagine, Daena commanded her partner to incinerate the man who dared think her dragon a pet to be tamed by lesser men. Through the authority of the whip Aenar commanded the Unsullied to eradicate the rulers of this city. I on the other hand put more importance in preventing the news of what is currently happening from spreading so I summoned Silverwing and started sinking every ship who set sail during the purge.
This way we manage to capture one of the most ancient of cities in less than a day.
However time remains tight, the news of our conquest will one way or another spread so we must be ready to take over the region as fast and as efficiently as possible.
Aenar and I had long ago determined the guiding principles of our conquest and subsequent rule, hence why we did not announce anything in regards to slavery. Not that we ever cared about the practice.
As long as it doesn't affect us then why would we care?
I will be the first to admit that our beliefs were influenced by the people of this backward world, however I see things differently. After all, aren't Serfs merely slaves duped into believing themselves free?
Whether it be in Essos or Westeros things are the same, the difference is bound to one's perspective, in how the people see themselves.
We used this self deception to both grant the slaves a modicum of freedom whilst tightening their chains without their notice.
Aenar and I are not good people, we are selfish, prideful and uninterested in anyone who isn't a member of our little family.
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We remained in Astapor for twenty days to solidify our hold over the city and so that we may avoid the mistakes of the original Daenerys, but it was time for us to march upon Yunkai.
No doubt word has started to spread but we should be fast enough to reach and conquer Yunkai before reinforcements reach the city, instead we intend for Meereen to gather as many of nearby sellsword companies so that we may annihilate them all at once.
However two mature dragons are not needed to take control of Slaver's bay, for that reason Aenar and I separated, he shall continue with the conquest of the slaver cities whilst I go and take care of one enemy we wish to nip in the bud before they can get the idea to act against us.
Silverwing and I would travel to Bravos and bring down the house of Black and White without warning, I would frame this as a Targaryen plot and with the help of some artisans in Astapor I would craft a letter reinforcing this belief.
It shall read, "The gift of death has been granted to its servants." So was the message sent to the Sea Lord of Bravos with the sigil of the three headed dragon.
With this act I destroyed much of what made Bravos the super power it is today.
You might wonder why I went through with my actions and the answer should have been obvious, I dreamed of faceless men striking at my family, thankfully fate was kind enough not to decree the death of any member of my family, instead the outcome is still undetermined. For that reason I chose to take the initiative and reduce the House of Black and White to rubble and with it take out as many faceless men as I can. True this action from me might be the reason why we will be targeted in the future but honestly I don't care, I rather hold the initiative, by killing as many of those assassins and hopefully taking away their ability to create more of their order I would weaken them just enough to make fighting off their remnant a manageable endeavor.
No doubt a few faceless men survived and they would try to get their vengeance in the future, but that is not something I fear. After all, I did not waste my time on Dragonstone, instead I did as all pioneers do and recreated magic from scratch.
My reasoning was that all mages had to start somewhere, someone had to discover magic then study their discovery until they one day shared their discovery with others.
And that's exactly what I did, I knew that this world's magic is tightly linked to blood and sacrifice and so that is where I started. I crafted my own rituals filled with symbolism utilizing a sacrifice to bring forth my intent.
I would fail more often than not but I also succeed enough times to assure myself that I was on the right path.
In our last year on Dragonstone I finally discovered the basics of Pyromancy and shared it with Aenar, thus increasing the ways we can protect ourselves.
My understanding of this world's magic has only grown since then and I do not intend to stop, magic is a wonderful thing that has been vilified far too much in Westeros.