(Y/n) chuckled to herself as she slowly got back to her feet. Crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the pillar, as she two guards finally opened the rather creaky cell door. Both of them looking at the heavy manacles that lay on the floor. Neither sure how the woman removed them.

"What do you two fools want. Ready for another round? I would have thought that being embarrassed once already in front of the whole court would be enough for any man........................."

"The king wants to see you................." One of the guards replied gruffly, as he and other man made his way further into the cell.

"Well, isn't that nice for the king. But............I was just starting to make myself at home. So, why don't you go back and tell his grace that I might come and see him later..........." (Y/n) replied, as she moved to take a seat on the stone seat. Chuckling to herself as the men looked at one another for a moment, before storming over to her. One grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet, while the other picked up the manacles and slapped them back on her wrists before both of them pulled her from the room.

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(Y/n) smiled at all the shocked servants, guards and nobility that stopped to look at her, as she made her way through the long corridor flanked by the two guards. She had to admit that she was quite enjoy all this. Quite enjoying having made such a stir. It had been what she had wanted, of course. To shock as many people as possible. To have them all know that the one that was killing the dragons, was in fact a dragon herself, even if it were a bastard one. She wanted them to see that dragons, whether they be great scaled beast, or a human, could be brought to their knees. Could be killed.

She knew what was to come. She was going to be brought before the king, he was going to say that she had to die for her acts, and then.............then they would try and take her life. Probably in the most dramatic fashion possible, and what more dramatic way than by dragon fire. The thought making her smile. But even if that wasn't the case. Even if they tried to just take her head, they would come to find that it wouldn't be that easy.

After her mother had died, (Y/n) had made the long journey back to Asshai. She had spoken to the priestesses and the bloodmages. Learnt all she could about blood magic, before she had left Essos to journey across the narrow sea. And even though she was continuing to learn, the maegi had said that she had a natural ability, given her bloodline. And that over time, her powers would only grow stronger. Though, before she had decided on her course of action, she had made sure that she had learnt to protect herself. Even from an executioner axe.

Suddenly she caught sight of the Hand of the King. Otto Hightower stopping his conversation with some other unworthy noble as she got closer. She had already decided that from what she had heard of them, she didn't like the family. Already decided that she didn't like him. Already knew that he was one of those men that would do anything to gain and keep power. That would whisper sweet words into a monarch's ear, while all the time having a dagger ready to slit their throats if the right moment presented itself.

(Y/n) was aware that the House of Hightower had been front and centre as far as politics was concerned in Westeros for centuries, thanks to their rule over Oldtown; but that was before the Targaryens came. The bastard daughter of Baelon only able to imagine how it must make Otto's great white stone watchtower limp at the thought of only being a Hand, rather than a king himself. How his green fire must have been extinguished by the notion of being a servant to a family of interlopers. The dragon slayer promising herself as she saw him look her up and down, that if she got a chance, this man would go the same way as the three dragons had. His heart ripped from his chest.

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Viserys and Daemon sat in the room in silence. Both men waiting for the guards to return with the woman. They had to admit, if only to themselves, that they were beginning to rethink this. Even Daemon, was wondering if there was another way. But what else could they do? Viserys with his more diplomatic mind had been going over countless scenarios. That perhaps if he and this new sister of theirs could speak, he could find out why she had done what she had done. Could just send her back to wherever she had appeared from with a warning not to return to Westeros. But he had seen it in her eyes, seen that she was more like his younger brother. That she was fierce and unpredictable. That she was quarrelsome and would rather resolve this conflict with a fight than diplomacy. The king shaking his head at the thought of sororicide. At the thought of the rumours and supposition that would make their way across the length and breadth of his kingdom.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door. Daemon getting to his feet and standing by Viserys side, as the older dragon bid enter. Their eyes growing wide, as once again they saw the beautiful woman. A strange smile pulling at her lips.

"You may leave us............." Viserys told the guards. The two men bowing before leaving the room. Before leaving the dragons to their business.

"Well, isn't this nice. I do so love a family reunion, don't you? But, I doubt that you have had me brought here to try and get to know me better. So, what is it to be...........my dear brothers..............?" (Y/n) enquired, as she stood before the two men. Daemon speaking before his brother had the chance.

"Death................"

"Oh, how original. And pray tell, how am I to meet my end............?" The dragon slayer smiling, as daemon came to stand in front of her. His eyes looking deep into hers.

"By dragon fire.................."

"Well...........if that is the case, we might as well get this over with............"