Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 113 - - Dragonstone Island (II)

"It started here, it ended here and it will start on this island again." Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, looking at the Isle of Dragonstone.

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Narrow Sea.

An imposing fleet was cutting through the voracious waves of the Narrow Sea. Made up of almost a thousand ships crammed with soldiers, provisions and supplies for the war, the armada stretched over an area of almost twelve kilometers.

Each ship proudly bore the coat of arms of a three-headed dragon on a black background.

The coat of arms of House Targaryen.

On board the Black Dragon, Rhaella observed the grandeur of the fleet. Her eyes roamed over the horizon, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the end of the fleet. A sigh escaped her lips. The sight was simply overwhelming.

However, his attention was soon diverted when his youngest daughter's voice echoed next to him.

"Mother, I don't want to go to White Habor."

The Dowager Queen turned to Daenerys, frowning slightly.

"Why?" she asked in surprise. Until then, her daughter had been just as anxious as Visenya to meet Aenar again. But now, there she was, saying she didn't want to go.

"I want to conquer Dragonstone."

Daenerys answered without hesitation.

At thirteen, after a year and a half, she had grown. She was now about one meter and fifty-seven. Although she was still small, she was already showing signs of maturity.

(Note: I know the age isn't right, but leave it at 13 anyway).

Daenerys' words made Rhaella frown even more.

"I know you want to impress Aenar, but the Dragonstone isn't that important at the moment."

Her voice came out persuasive, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

"No."

Daenerys refused her mother's suggestion without hesitation.

"I'm going to conquer Dragonstone. It's essential that everyone knows we're back. And nothing better than to start there."

Her tone was firm, resolute.

"Once I've conquered Dragon Rock, I'll summon all the Noble Houses of Blackwater Bay and make them kneel before me."

Rhaella sighed, feeling a twinge of headache. Her daughter's determined expression made it clear that there was no point in insisting.

Refuse? How could she refuse Daenerys' order?

She was the King's grandmother, yes, but Daenerys was the King's wife. As Queen, her right took precedence even over that of a crown prince or princess.

Rhaella knew that Daenerys wasn't asking for permission, just informing her that she was about to leave.

Snorting coldly, the Dowager Queen couldn't contain her irritation.

"If you want to go, go. You don't have to tell me."

Visenya approached the two, about to speak, but soon noticed the tension in the air.

"What's going on?" she asked curiously. It was rare to see her mother and sister arguing so seriously.

"Daenerys wants to conquer Dragonstone." Rhaella replied, still irritated by her daughter's stubbornness. For her, the most important thing was to reach the North with the troops and the dragons, and any deviation from the plan was reckless.

Visenya understood the reason for the argument almost immediately. However, to Rhaella's surprise, her eldest daughter didn't take her side this time.

"Daenerys is a queen and a Dragon Rider. She has the right to go where she wants."

Her tone was carefree, almost casual. If she hadn't been so anxious to meet Aenar again, Visenya herself would have accompanied Daenerys on her conquest of Dragonstone.

Daenerys' victorious smile only made Rhaella frown even more.

"You've both grown up and now you don't want to listen to me anymore." she muttered, dissatisfied, a touch of sadness showing in her voice.

"Don't be sad, mom." Visenya tried to console her. "Daenerys and I just want to do something on our own. If I wasn't so anxious to see Aenar, I'd go with her too."

Rhaella understood her daughters' desire for independence, but she couldn't help feeling left behind. For the first time in decades, she felt like a powerless queen again, unable to influence her own family's decisions.

Realizing this, Daenerys softened her expression and took her mother's hand.

"Don't worry, Mother. When I conquer Dragonstone and bend all the Noble Houses of Blackwater Bay, I'll go north with them by my side."

Visenya, however, was still cautious.

"Take care of yourself. Don't do anything stupid." Visenya warned her sister. She knew Daenerys was fearless, but the world was treacherous.

The lessons of Dorne, Rhaenys I and Meraxes served as a constant warning to them all.

After a brief pause, Visenya added:

"I will send twenty ships with the Sardaukar."

He remembered Aenar's private army, a group of elite warriors who had proved their worth in the battle against the Slaver's Bay Force. Those who survived the baptism of fire had become veritable war machines.

Although she wasn't allowed to control the Sardaukar, she knew that Titus and Sigismund wouldn't mind sending some Sardaukar to protect and help Daenerys conquer and control Dragonstone.

"Thank you, sister." Daenerys thanked him with a sweet smile. Visenya's trust in her made her full of confidence and determination.

Suddenly, a shadow passed above them, causing the three women to lift their faces and look up into the sky, where four winged figures could be seen flying above the ships.

There were four dragons, the largest of which was about fifteen meters long.

(Note: Moonfyre is the size of Seasmoke after the time jump. Balerion is a little smaller, at twelve meters long. Syrax is ten meters long and Vermithor is slightly larger at eleven meters long).

Of the four dragons, two were male (Balerion and Vermithor) and two were female (Moonfyre and Syrax).

Balerion was by far the scariest with his dark color and reddish scales at the tips, the dragon was extremely temperamental and capable of hurting people at the slightest feeling of anger. Vermithor, unexpectedly, was grumpy like an old man and loved to sleep.

Syrax, the fastest of the fourth dragons, was a true queen of the skies and, like her rider, a voracious warrior. Moonfyre, the largest of the four, was the most agile and could perform real miracles in the air.

As if sensing Daenerys' desire for flight and war, Balerion let out a roar and lowered his altitude, passing dangerously close to the ship.

"Be careful and don't hesitate to run if anything goes wrong." Seeing Daenerys putting on her gloves to ride the dragon, Visenya warned her sister again. There was little need to worry.

"When you return to the North, Aenar will punish you." Visenya added with a laugh as her cheeks took on a particularly noticeable red hue given her fair skin.

"You'll like it, apparently." Daenerys commented with a hint of sarcasm, seeing Visenya's red cheeks. She knew her sister had some quirks in bed, but she didn't comment too much.

Visenya glared at Daenerys, but as the older sister, she acted maturely and ignored her provocative words.

Half an hour later, twenty of the thousand ships broke away from the main fleet and veered off the course that was destined to reach the north.

Watching the ship with Daenerys disappear from her sight, Rhaella couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh. As her daughters grew up, she noticed that they were both becoming more and more independent.

Especially Daenerys, she learned that the girl had already killed and tortured some prisoners to seek information. She didn't know much, only that her daughter commanded the entire network of Aenar spies, known as the Emperor's Daughters, an order of female assassins and spies.

However, Rhaella felt that this job was changing her daughter, making her mature much faster than she would have liked. If possible, she would have liked Daenerys to be as sweet and innocent a girl as any princess, but it was impossible given the circumstances in which her family grew up in exile.

Looking at the fleet of ships moving away, Daenerys smiled. Conquering Dragonstone wasn't something she decided on impulse, but after receiving the information that Dragonstone was practically empty with only a few hundred defenders, she wanted to conquer Dragonstone herself.

Suddenly, Daenerys noticed a small island and ordered the small fleet of twenty ships to approach the island. She would use the island to mount Balerion and fly towards Dragonstone, conquering it with fire and blood.

As for what she would do with Stannis's wife and her daughter, Daenerys hadn't made up her mind yet, but as long as they were both redeemed, she would ensure their safety. After all, at least the girl was her cousin.

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