How queen Visenya reborn as Daenerys Stormborn deals with her destiny.
Queen Visenya Targaryen mother of dragons ( An Asiof story)
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Prologue: Ice
Hi. This is my first real attempt at writing something and I thought I'd start posting it here and see how it goes, since I know there are a lot of other ASOIAF stories on this forum. This is a reincarnation story of Visenya Targaryen sister of the conqueror as the youngest daughter of mad king Ares. i.e Daenerys Stormborn.
Anyways : prologue
A sudden shiver grapsed me almost making me fall and crack my head on the hard floor of dragonstone castle. I caught the open jaw of stone dragon carved on the wall to steady myself and tried to stand up with all my strength, but another shiver made my efforts futile, my blood feels like it turned into ice. This time i couldn't stop my descent to the floor and my jaw met the cold stone, pain flared up everywhere and blinding darkness started to creep within the edges of my vision. I have been poisoned i realised, in my own home in my castle where i lived my life and shared it with my siblings.
Bitter unbound hatred flared up in my heart, this must have been that pentoshi whore Tyanna no one else would dare or even have the means. How i wish i could make my Vaghar turn her into ashes, but i can't seem to even muster the effort to get up let alone ride my dragon. My brave Maegor, surrounded by enemies and traitors my son i can't leave him alone in such turbulent times but alas, another shiver took away all my warmth and i succumbed to darkness.
Ps - It's my first try at writing something I'd appreciate feed back from readers. I also have this work on alternatehistory
Anyways : prologue
A sudden shiver grapsed me almost making me fall and crack my head on the hard floor of dragonstone castle. I caught the open jaw of stone dragon carved on the wall to steady myself and tried to stand up with all my strength, but another shiver made my efforts futile, my blood feels like it turned into ice. This time i couldn't stop my descent to the floor and my jaw met the cold stone, pain flared up everywhere and blinding darkness started to creep within the edges of my vision. I have been poisoned i realised, in my own home in my castle where i lived my life and shared it with my siblings.
Bitter unbound hatred flared up in my heart, this must have been that pentoshi whore Tyanna no one else would dare or even have the means. How i wish i could make my Vaghar turn her into ashes, but i can't seem to even muster the effort to get up let alone ride my dragon. My brave Maegor, surrounded by enemies and traitors my son i can't leave him alone in such turbulent times but alas, another shiver took away all my warmth and i succumbed to darkness.
Ps - It's my first try at writing something I'd appreciate feed back from readers. I also have this work on alternatehistory
Chapter 1: STORM
Here's the next chapter!
Hello. My first chapter was a very short one, but I shall try to rectify that next chapter.
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beta-read by @jbsgs
Chapter 1 | Storm
I woke up to a sea of unending darkness and a sky of vast emptiness. But even that couldn't extinguish the storms of emotions raging within me. I was nothing – no form, no body, no eyes, mouth or limbs, but that couldn't stop the storm of shame and anger I was feeling.
Queen Visenya Targaryen, rider of dragons, killed by a Pentoshi whore in her own home! Oh, how my enemies would have laughed at my fate if I had kept them alive.
Shame, shame was what I felt, for I died like my poor nephew, Aenys, in his own home, killed slowly by poison. Shame was what I felt when I had to kill him to save the realm, for he was weak, both in life and as a ruler. Shame was what I felt as I killed the last living memory of my beloved Rhaenys.
Rhaenys… wouldn't she be happy with my disposition? She died a warrior's death, unlike me murderer of her only son, who died of poison and was stuck in a limbo of a dark afterlife. How I wish I could go back and change everything…I dearly wish to go back.
As I was busy contemplating my emotions, the darkness around me came together assembling in one place, almost like the darkest sheet of satin pulled to one corner of a bed. Then, from the darkness, something emerged.
Thing would be the best way to describe it, with its vast dark black wings like the Black Dread sprouting from its back, and large horns just as dark as his wings jutting from what might be its head. Talons and a dragon-like tail appeared, but the rest of his body was of a man. A well-built man, in fact, tall and well-defined like Valyrian warriors of old, as if carved from the whitest marble, glowing like a faint moon on a cloudy night. Unclothed as it was, its phallus became visible, erect and larger than any I've ever seen.
Had I been a young maiden, I'd have fainted of shyness and lust, but I was none of those and thus only felt weary.
Then its face became visible from the shrouded darkness and I saw the face crowned by a mane of silver hair, with the arrogant smirking face of Aegon. If I had a body, it would have burnt from the anger and loathing I was feeling for that being who took the face of my arrogant dead brother.
Words came out from my non-existent mouth. "What are you and why am I here?"
The being gave a cruel smirk and said, "I am whom you worship as Balerion, the bringer of death."
Fear gripped me and i forgot any sense of anguish knowing what entity is in front of me and I couldn't reply him back for fear.
He continued, "I've heard your pleadings of going back and I have decided to answer them."
Hundreds of thoughts and emotions went through my mind and worsened the already ongoing storm in my heart. But all I could answer was a timid, "Why?"
The being started floating forward through the sea of darkness, his face emotionless, and said, "Arrax gifted your ancestors dragons and Gaelitox gave them fire. Agarax gave them motion and Meleys let them form bonds. Vermithor, in his jealousy of your ancestors, created the Dragonbinder horn and paid for his transgression dearly.
"But when your ancestors, drunk of their powers, became arrogant and as destructive as the dragons they rode, we all gave them doom. Tessarion, in her pity, gave your ancestress dreams, which took her to your island. And now, that balance of life and death is going to be destroyed, for I have decided to give you my own gift… with a price."
After comprehending what the being was trying to say, I understood what was happening and asked with as much courage as I could muster, "What price?"
The being quirked the edges of his lips and said, "Time passes differently in the realm of dead. In the realm of the living, a long time has passed in your world since you were last there. So, the first price is time. There is another which you will know later. I am sending you back to live among your disgraced descendants to do whatever you feel like but know that there is one more price."
"...What price?" I asked.
He came closer and replied, "You will have to do my one bidding and it is something you cannot deny, as punishment for that would be something so great you can't even imagine it."
"F-Fine," I said with a trembling voice.
The being came much closer to me and cupped my cheeks, and with that, I suddenly had a form and a face. Then he kissed me between my brows.
"Goodbye," he said.
Suddenly, there was unending light, and the world shattered like a mirror of large dragonglass. Light poured from every edge of every fragment and I started to burn. As I looked around in agony, I noticed the face of the being so close to me. He had an unnatural smile on his face, so horrifying and chilling that the earlier chill of poison felt like a piece of ice to a glacier. I felt like a fly trapped in the webs of a spider. The fractured pieces of the world all showed his reflections. He was everywhere, and with the same chilling smile, but his faces were different. One looked like my Maegor, another like Aenys, another like that bastard Orys, and one like the cunning Velaryon. There were several more, like my father, my grand nephew Aegon, the babe Jaehaerys, and so many people I knew and didn't know. All of them – thousands of them – were there! They were smiling at me with that same unnatural smile, that same intensity…
That was the last thing I saw before everything faded away with the burning light.
Dragonstone, 284 AC
I came to my senses and heard a deafening crack of thunder, with great winds raging like the roars of an anguished Vhagar. It was raining so heavily that it felt like the whole world would be flooded. The storm clearly reflected the storm of emotions within me and I became unbridled and cried. But my cries didn't sound like a grown woman. To my surprise, it came out as a newborn babe.
I was lifted up by a giant's hands and placed on something soft. When my murky vision cleared up enough, I saw the deathly pale face of a Valyrian woman so much like my Rhaenys, and in front of her was a silver-haired little Valyrian boy, no older than 10 namedays. The woman gave a strained smile and nodded to the boy, asking him to come closer. She pulled me closer and then I realised… I was the newborn babe.
"This is your precious little sister… more precious than all the riches of this world," she said as she held me in her arms. "Take care of her, my son, for she'll be the only one you'll have in this big lonely world. I name her… Daenerys Stormborn."
A great thunder cracked outside, and the woman closed her eyes. The little boy cried, and I knew no more.
I hope you guys like this chapter! It's bigger than the prologue and I tried my best writing it. English isn't my first language so please ignore some of my mistakes. I'll do better next time.
In the next chapter, there will be a time skip. I'm trying to write a grey character, so your opinions are important for its development. Feedback from my readers is appreciated. Also the chapter is edited after being beta-read.
Hello. My first chapter was a very short one, but I shall try to rectify that next chapter.
Edited
beta-read by @jbsgs
Chapter 1 | Storm
I woke up to a sea of unending darkness and a sky of vast emptiness. But even that couldn't extinguish the storms of emotions raging within me. I was nothing – no form, no body, no eyes, mouth or limbs, but that couldn't stop the storm of shame and anger I was feeling.
Queen Visenya Targaryen, rider of dragons, killed by a Pentoshi whore in her own home! Oh, how my enemies would have laughed at my fate if I had kept them alive.
Shame, shame was what I felt, for I died like my poor nephew, Aenys, in his own home, killed slowly by poison. Shame was what I felt when I had to kill him to save the realm, for he was weak, both in life and as a ruler. Shame was what I felt as I killed the last living memory of my beloved Rhaenys.
Rhaenys… wouldn't she be happy with my disposition? She died a warrior's death, unlike me murderer of her only son, who died of poison and was stuck in a limbo of a dark afterlife. How I wish I could go back and change everything…I dearly wish to go back.
As I was busy contemplating my emotions, the darkness around me came together assembling in one place, almost like the darkest sheet of satin pulled to one corner of a bed. Then, from the darkness, something emerged.
Thing would be the best way to describe it, with its vast dark black wings like the Black Dread sprouting from its back, and large horns just as dark as his wings jutting from what might be its head. Talons and a dragon-like tail appeared, but the rest of his body was of a man. A well-built man, in fact, tall and well-defined like Valyrian warriors of old, as if carved from the whitest marble, glowing like a faint moon on a cloudy night. Unclothed as it was, its phallus became visible, erect and larger than any I've ever seen.
Had I been a young maiden, I'd have fainted of shyness and lust, but I was none of those and thus only felt weary.
Then its face became visible from the shrouded darkness and I saw the face crowned by a mane of silver hair, with the arrogant smirking face of Aegon. If I had a body, it would have burnt from the anger and loathing I was feeling for that being who took the face of my arrogant dead brother.
Words came out from my non-existent mouth. "What are you and why am I here?"
The being gave a cruel smirk and said, "I am whom you worship as Balerion, the bringer of death."
Fear gripped me and i forgot any sense of anguish knowing what entity is in front of me and I couldn't reply him back for fear.
He continued, "I've heard your pleadings of going back and I have decided to answer them."
Hundreds of thoughts and emotions went through my mind and worsened the already ongoing storm in my heart. But all I could answer was a timid, "Why?"
The being started floating forward through the sea of darkness, his face emotionless, and said, "Arrax gifted your ancestors dragons and Gaelitox gave them fire. Agarax gave them motion and Meleys let them form bonds. Vermithor, in his jealousy of your ancestors, created the Dragonbinder horn and paid for his transgression dearly.
"But when your ancestors, drunk of their powers, became arrogant and as destructive as the dragons they rode, we all gave them doom. Tessarion, in her pity, gave your ancestress dreams, which took her to your island. And now, that balance of life and death is going to be destroyed, for I have decided to give you my own gift… with a price."
After comprehending what the being was trying to say, I understood what was happening and asked with as much courage as I could muster, "What price?"
The being quirked the edges of his lips and said, "Time passes differently in the realm of dead. In the realm of the living, a long time has passed in your world since you were last there. So, the first price is time. There is another which you will know later. I am sending you back to live among your disgraced descendants to do whatever you feel like but know that there is one more price."
"...What price?" I asked.
He came closer and replied, "You will have to do my one bidding and it is something you cannot deny, as punishment for that would be something so great you can't even imagine it."
"F-Fine," I said with a trembling voice.
The being came much closer to me and cupped my cheeks, and with that, I suddenly had a form and a face. Then he kissed me between my brows.
"Goodbye," he said.
Suddenly, there was unending light, and the world shattered like a mirror of large dragonglass. Light poured from every edge of every fragment and I started to burn. As I looked around in agony, I noticed the face of the being so close to me. He had an unnatural smile on his face, so horrifying and chilling that the earlier chill of poison felt like a piece of ice to a glacier. I felt like a fly trapped in the webs of a spider. The fractured pieces of the world all showed his reflections. He was everywhere, and with the same chilling smile, but his faces were different. One looked like my Maegor, another like Aenys, another like that bastard Orys, and one like the cunning Velaryon. There were several more, like my father, my grand nephew Aegon, the babe Jaehaerys, and so many people I knew and didn't know. All of them – thousands of them – were there! They were smiling at me with that same unnatural smile, that same intensity…
That was the last thing I saw before everything faded away with the burning light.
Dragonstone, 284 AC
I came to my senses and heard a deafening crack of thunder, with great winds raging like the roars of an anguished Vhagar. It was raining so heavily that it felt like the whole world would be flooded. The storm clearly reflected the storm of emotions within me and I became unbridled and cried. But my cries didn't sound like a grown woman. To my surprise, it came out as a newborn babe.
I was lifted up by a giant's hands and placed on something soft. When my murky vision cleared up enough, I saw the deathly pale face of a Valyrian woman so much like my Rhaenys, and in front of her was a silver-haired little Valyrian boy, no older than 10 namedays. The woman gave a strained smile and nodded to the boy, asking him to come closer. She pulled me closer and then I realised… I was the newborn babe.
"This is your precious little sister… more precious than all the riches of this world," she said as she held me in her arms. "Take care of her, my son, for she'll be the only one you'll have in this big lonely world. I name her… Daenerys Stormborn."
A great thunder cracked outside, and the woman closed her eyes. The little boy cried, and I knew no more.
I hope you guys like this chapter! It's bigger than the prologue and I tried my best writing it. English isn't my first language so please ignore some of my mistakes. I'll do better next time.
In the next chapter, there will be a time skip. I'm trying to write a grey character, so your opinions are important for its development. Feedback from my readers is appreciated. Also the chapter is edited after being beta-read.
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I have someone beta-reading it for me. I'll edit it when it's done.