Growing up in KatteGat the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok were told stories of the mad King and his daughter, Khalessi mother of dragons. And how they concord the seven kingdoms.
Upon a stroll along the waterside two of the brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd disco...
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The journey home was quiet, the visit from the dragons seemed to have spooked most of the soldiers. And definitely Brennan.
But through out all of it, Tyrion dreaded the conversation when they arrived back in Essos. He had hoped, Jon would have been the one to tell the siblings about their past. But now it was his responsibility.
He knew the largest dragon, all too well. Drogon. One of Daenerys Targaryens dragons, her favourite to be exact. Named after her fallen lover. Daenerys's dragons were said to be the last in existence, yet there was another two with Drogon.
Brennan stormed through the walls of the castle, removing every piece of armour he marched. The silver littering the corridors.
"How could you be such a fool! You could have died!" He shouted, his voice demanding, yet full of fear. He rarely showed his emotions, either of them did. But seeing his sister nearly perish in battle, broke down his defensive walls.
His eyes met with Arianne's, his full on frustration, yet hers were still, soft and welcoming. "I didn't die because of those dragons. I didn't see you coming to rescue me" she shrugged, no emotion at all in her response.
Her comment only infuriated Brennan, his dark eyes flashing a shade of fire. Narrowing his eyes at the girl in front of him, questioning what to respond. "I refuse to let you come with me again. You will stay in this castle. At least that way I know you are safe."
His words played on repeat in Arianne's head, only allowing her anger to grow. She refused to be locked away again. She was no puppet. "No! I'm-"
"Enough of your bickering. You act like children" Came Tyrion's voice, cutting off the Princess. Both sets of eyes turned to the small man, his facial expression wasn't readable. Leaving the two in despair.
"I think it's about time we had a chat" Tyrion sighed, placing his glass of whiskey down onto the wooden table. With furrowed brows the siblings followed the small man out of the castle, in confusion and curiosity.
He led them into what seemed to be a dungeon of some sort. The room sent a shiver down Arianne's spine, the feeling of death lingered in the air. "What is this place?" Brennan's voice echoed through the large, empty room.
"I knew your father a long time, I stood by him. Even when my gut told me not to" Tyrion began, his voice full of regret. Each word he was about to say, took him to say them. Knowing what happened to the past Targaryens, seeing how they went mad. He never wished that upon the two.
Once lighting the small torch in the room, Arianne's eyes widened at the tapestry hung on the wall. A woman, with hair as white as snow, eyes like sapphires. It was her. But at the same time it wasn't.
"This is where Daenerys Targaryen kept her dragons. Viserion and Rhaegal" he explained pointing to two of the dragons on the wall. They were beautiful, Arianne couldn't deny that. She was amazed by the creatures, always had been.
"What does your stories have to do with us?" Brennan was growing inpatient. He had never been able to be patient a minute of his life, I suppose he got that from Jon.
"Because your in it young Brennan"
Dark met with light as the siblings glanced at each other, both with a confused look. Throughout growing up, all the stories they had heard were never about them. Always about their dad.
Tyrion led the pair to the other end of the room, the silence of the room made their footsteps echo within the walls. With the orange light from the flamed torch, a second tapestry was revealed. This one however, was a family tree.
"You are aware that your father was a Bastard child. The dragon which you touched Arianne, was Drogon, the last of Daenerys's." Tyrion's voice changed from stern to a slight comforting tone. He watched the siblings face expressions change with every sentence.
"Rheagal was named after your Grandfather, Rhaegar Targaryen. Hence why the dragons never killed you. Because you are part of that bloodline" Arianne's eyes widened at the last sentence. She had always admired the Targaryens, their bravery, their skills in battle. And the whole time she was one. Her mind recalled the photo of the dragon queen herself, moments before. This explained why Arianne didn't look like her family, because she looked like her. She was her.
The voices of the men talking were just mumbles to Arianne, her main focus was on her new found family. This could be used as an advantage in battle now. They would finally be able to take back what was theirs. The Iron Throne belonged to Arianne. She was born to sit on that throne, and she would stop at nothing to have her way.
