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The room was plunged into thick silence as the wall darkened. Daenerys stared, disbelieving and mystified. She'd only ever heard stories of Dragons from Viserys when she was young, heard just how formidable and powerful the dragons were, heard how formidable it made a Targaryen to be able to ride a dragon.
And here she was with three hatchlings. Yes when the question appeared she instinctively chose the one that said she would hatch dragons but she wasn't sure that it was true but it has proven right as now she has an army of 10,000 cavalry and 10,000 Spartans. But the army wasn't what she had in her mind. But even though she doesn't care about them others did.
"How strong are these Spartans?" Stannis Baratheon asked hoping that system would answer.
"The Spartan army was exceptionally strong, renowned for its elite, disciplined soldiers trained from childhood in the harsh agoge system, which produced highly skilled and physically fit warriors. Their legendary military strength, though sometimes exaggerated, was based on rigorous training and a society that prioritized warfare, making them the most feared military force in ancient time during their peak.
The Spartan army's most famous and iconic feat was the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 BCE, where a small Greek force, including 300 Spartans led by King Leonidas, held a narrow pass against a massive Persian army. " The System answered
"So they are basically like the unsullied but with their cocks, freedom, better military strategies and overall Stronger" Robert Baratheon growled and thought 'She is becoming too dangerous'
This wasn't just what Robert Baratheon thought but others like the Martell's, Tyrell's and Varys who have been planning to use her have become vary of her.
Daenerys heard about the strength of Spartans and was shocked for few seconds but still her mind went back to her dragons. How many of her ancestors had tried to hatch dragons and failed? How many had died as a result of it?
And here she had hatched not one but three!
Her mind was racing, hands shaking and legs numbing. Dragons had returned to the world. She brought dragons back to the world! Not by the System giving it to her but her hatching them herself.
Or she would.
Or would she?
She won't marry that savage Drogo, she wouldn't get those eggs as a gift from Illyrio. Would she need to marry Drogo for those dragons?
The thought made her stomach sink and made her hands feel clammy.
Someone shook her gently and she was drawn out of her thoughts. Rhaegar was staring at her, curious and excited.
"You brought Dragons back," he said with almost reverence in his tone.
Daenerys found herself not liking the tone in which her eldest brother spoke.
"Rhaegar" Elia called gently, a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Give Daenerys some room to breathe."
A little reluctantly Rhaegar stepped away.
"How are you feeling?" Elia asked Daenerys.
"Absolutely thrilled!" Rhaegar answered instead, "She brought back dragons, Elia. Dragons! How can she not feel anything else? It wasn't a reward given by the system but something she did herself."
But Elia did not even look at her husband, her dark eyes on Daenerys instead. "How are you feeling?" she repeated her question with a smile.
"I-I don't know" Daenerys answered honestly. "Somehow I was able to bring back dragons and not die in the process. How or why did that happen? I doubt even a Targaryen can walk away from being burned alive."
"You are correct in your assessment, Daenerys."
All eyes turned in unison and found Jon Snow walking towards them, his eyes trained on Daenerys. From so close Daenerys could swear that the eyes had a hint on purple in it showing his Targaryen lineage.
"I am going to guess you have an explanation, Jon Snow who knows everything?" Oberyn asked
"I do" Jon Snow nodded. "Mirri Maaz Dur was speaking a spell to protect herself from the flames, but she could not focus on herself as the flames began to burn her. The spell instead hit Daenerys and protected her. And I'm certain that the effects of the spell would not fade away any time soon."
'This is Fanon because in the books she was badly burned and even lost her hairs but the showrunners made Daenerys permanently fireproof as a narrative device to make her seem more magical and unique.' Jon Snow thought in mind but didn't dare to say it out loud
"So the witch did something good before dying" Rhaegar chuckled.
Jon Snow's sharp eyes cut to the Prince.
"She did a lot of good things before dying" the man spoke softly.
"And what good thing would that be?" Rhaegar questioned.
"Made sure her people were avenged, made sure the man who ruined her life and those of her people was never a threat again." Jon Snow said
"You mean practically killing Drogo" Daenerys said calmly. "What fault was there for the child that was growing in me? What did an unborn child do to her or her people?"
"It is not what your would child did that made her kill him, it was what he could and would have done" Jon Snow answered simply. "The Stallion Who Mounts The World, how wonderful it sounds to those who have bestowed the title or those who are on the title holder's side. But imagine the fear that those whom the child rules over feel. The Dothraki are not known to be kind or just, and no matter what you may teach the child, the environment he will grow up in will surely influence him. He would be a Dothraki as well, a source of fear and dread for all of Essos."
Jon Snow paused a beat.
"And I don't think Mirri Maaz Durr had anything to do with how your child turned out. I just looked back to see how the Targaryen stillborns looked like and they looked the same as your child. What she did was most likely not help you in saving your child, who was put in danger when you fell on your belly."
Daenerys stared in silence and thought over what Jon said. It still hurt her to think that a future child of hers had to die in such a way, but what the man said made sense to her. Maybe she did not agree with it, but she understood. She understood that a person, regardless of being a man or a woman, could do extreme things out of fear.
After all, she didn't stop Drogo from killing Viserys when he threatened her child.
At least she thought that was why she hadn't stopped Drogo. That and he deserved it.
"And now about the dragons that you hatched."
Daenerys stared at Jon, who was looking at her the same way as before there was no change in his eyes unlike the others.
"What about them?"
"You can have your Lightfury lookafter them when you go back if she takes care of them then you won't have to risk going into the fire."
"I don't want to marry Drogo, even if I get dragons out of it" Daenerys stated.
"You don't have to marry Drogo" Jon Snow chuckled, "Didn't I promise you that you won't let him marry you, so how can I push you for it now. You are forgetting that you have an army and a dragon that will be waiting for you out there, I am sure Illyrio Mopatis would happy to haand them over to you. If not perhaps your spider can find a way to help you get your eggs."
"And how will I hatch them? Will Lightfury really able to haat h them? Drogo isn't dying and I am not burning Mirri alive either" Daenerys argued. The dread in her was telling her that she'd have to go through the things that she was seeing herself go through right now. And she did not like that for a moment.
"I hope that Lightfury can hatch those eggs Daenerys otherwise you would need someone with King's Blood for the ritual. Drogo was your sacrificial lamb before, If Lightfury can't hatch then you will have to choose another."Jon Snow said as he looked at Robert Baratheon from the corner of his eyes.
Daenerys stared at him dumbly.