A/N: This is going to follow the TV series, since I haven't read the books. It takes place during the first episode, but with many changes. Basically, Daenerys has met Khal Drogo, when Illyrio introduced them in Pentos. But, they sailed to Westeros to retrieve the dragon eggs he was going to present Daenerys with on her wedding day, which he left with a friend and then they were going to return to do the wedding. So please bear with me if there's any confusion, this is my first Game of Thrones story. The Daenerys in my story is going to be a bit stronger-willed then the TV series one was in the beginning, but she still has a long way to go in this story. I apologize if the characters seem OC, I'm still learning about their character traits, how they'd speak, etc. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Escape

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'I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that's what it took.'

Those cold words continue to echo cruelly in her head. A cold spider of fear was embedded deep inside her; her dear, cruel brother would stay true to his word if that was what it took. She stared out unwaveringly through the window of her room and into the distance at the small brown ridges of land, the barren landscape embracing her turbulent emotions.

Khal Drogo, The Dothraki leader she had been sold off to as if a mere piece of meat by her brother. He now possessed her future. Had she really expected her brother to reconsider? The welling up of hopelessness inside her took her breath away. They had met, once, a brief moment in the Free City of Pentos. The battle hardened figure had stared at her with eyes devoured in darkness. Eyes that had engulfed the heavens and stars threatened to swallow her. Now here they were, sailing across the narrow sea to Westeros, so Illyrio Mopatis could retrieve his gift for her wedding to Khal Drogo.

Tears welled in her blue orbs; lips trembled the slightest bit she could not control. Her heart ached, 'Why?' It whispered over and over again. She wanted to close her eyes, wish away this horrible nightmare. "Why?" She whispered the word swallowed up by the howling wind.

"You know why, dear sister," Viserys spoke eerily as he appeared in her line of vision.

Feeling a surge of rebellion, she murmured with morbid composure, "I don't want to be his queen."

A carefully controlled hand rose towards the young girl's face and three calloused fingers slowly brushed down the line of her cheek, "Why?" Viserys asked as he trailed past his sister's chin, his face drawing closer, the hand wrapping tenderly around the petite blonde's neck. "Why?" He roared and the wind hissed along with him, a vicious gust of biting chills that whipped around their figures. She stared back unmoving, meeting her brother's encompassing eyes straight on, her eyes bright with unshed tears, gaze unwavering and strong with her beliefs.

"You are nothing but my pawn little sister," Viserys seethed, his eyes flickering with disgust. "You have no choice in the matter, you shall marry Khal Drogo and I shall receive my army."

His hand tightened around the slender neck of the young princess as his Targaryen temper flared. She carefully breathed through her newly constricted airway, she did not reply, she had no answers for him.

"Those stupid, miserable, greedy barbarians will become my army," The Targaryen heir snarled, his words stinging like the strike of a whip on her tender flesh, "You belong to me until you wed Khal Drogo." He gave her delicate body a violent shake.

"I don't belong to you," She rasped out weakly, while her eyes remained defiant.

You pathetic girl," Her brother hissed, tossing her aside unceremoniously as she fell against the edge of her bed, the wood splintering her pale skin. She forced away the cry of pain emanating in her mind. Fresh cuts and bruises littered parts of exposed expanse of skin. Some exuding silver tinted blood. Without a second glance, Viserys made his way out of the room, only pausing to snap, "Clean yourself up, we'll be arriving soon in Westeros." Struggling to her knees, she staggered to her feet after the door was shut.

She closed her eyes in pain, "I'm Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen." She whispered feebly, repeatedly, willing the name to carry an ounce of strength in her tone, but she was failing.

Daenerys was pale and quiet when it ended; sitting on the edge of her bed, never, in all her days did she imagine a life like the one she once lived. The silent war for her freedom in her head had continued, others never noticed the present tension; it was only the faintest of hums when listened for. Her blue eyes, though cold and distant, were still filled with an intense passion for the life she wished to live. She took in the silence surrounding her, gloom thrived here in this barren room she called a home for the past few days. Waves of silvery blonde fell off her shoulders as she surveyed her reflection in the mirror, the face unrecognizable. Perhaps it was her imagination, but her skin seemed paler than ever.

Slowly she withered onto her bed, with the promise of tender sleep coaxing her on; she fell into a dreamless slumber. It wasn't until a gentle hand shook her shoulder did she stir. "Come my child, we've arrived." Illyrio ushered, his gaze skimmed over her body, quickly coming to the deduction for the reason of her wounds. "Child, you should not anger your brother if you wish not to feel his wrath, he is the rightful heir. You wish to help your brother do you not?"

Daenerys looked at him with little emotion. "Yes I do," She whispered with empty words.

"Good," Illyrio smiled with delight as he began to guide her towards the doorway. "We mustn't stay here long; there will be grave danger if others were to discover our presence." As they left the safety of the ship, enclosed within a small cove, several horses lay in waiting. Clad in only her ethereal gown and a blue, fur-lined cloak, she was helped onto a large black horse. Her hands tightened around the reins, as her brother rode past with a knowing smirk. Daenerys urged the horse on to follow her brother. Hours seemed to pass until they reached a small castle, they were greeted by an old friend of Illyrio, escorted through the castle walls and soon they were situated in their rooms before gathering in a hidden room where three large spheres lay. Instantly, Daenerys felt a tug at her heart, as if invisible strings were attached between her and these three oddly decorated stones.

"My princess," Illyrio began with a look of wonder. "This is my gift to you; these were once dragon eggs, hardened over the centuries to stone."

As if spellbound, Daenerys stepped forward, brushing her fingers across the dragon eggs, a light seemed to spark to life inside her. Turning, with the faintest of smiles, one which truly reached her eyes, she spoke, "Thank Illyrio, I'm honored."

"Now there's a smile, make sure you smile from Khal Drogo when you consummate your marriage, dear sister," Viserys enlightened mockingly, waving his hand dismissively to the guards as he laughed quietly watching the smile instantly fade from her face. "Come, a bride needs her sleep before her wedding. Tomorrow we will leave to return to Pentos and Illyrio will host the wedding." He smiled cruelly as he and the older man left the room, leaving Daenerys alone with her eggs.

"You have restored some hope in me," Daenerys whispered tenderly, pressing a hand over one of the eggs. "As long as I keep that hope shining, there is light for a better future, isn't there?" She questioned the stone eggs, a tiny sliver in her willing them to respond to her words.


It was deep into the night when Daenerys snuck out from her bed chambers, dressed her in her flimsy gown, a large bag hung across her body and her cloak was wrapped securely around her. She flinched when the door to the hidden room groaned in its old age as she pushed it open gently. There lay her precious eggs, with swiftness she slipped them into the back one by one. She was startled by their lightness, comparable that of a feather, was there really nothing left within its beautiful shell? Despite it all, something deep within her compelled her to them. Leaving the room quickly as she had come, she slipped out past the weakly guarded castle, many of Illyrio's guard had remained back to protect the ship. Maybe the gods had taken pity on her; maybe she was to be caught and punished for even thinking of running, maybe was too weak now to stop her. She would no longer be a pawn in this game for the iron throne. Arriving into the stables, she took the largest and fastest horse and clumsily saddled him in her haste. There was only a single torch at the stable entrance illuminating through the darkness. Stepping on a nearby stool, she struggled onto the large horse, with a labored breath she situated herself in the saddle and urged to the horse to move, with reluctance the stallion paced forward.

"Please, move quickly," Daenerys whispered in urgency, as if sensing her desperation, the stallion grunted lowly, picking up his pace.

"Leaving so soon?" A hiss slid through the air, Daenerys was instantly shaken to the core. The petite blonde's eyes widened, her head whipped over her shoulder with a horrified gaze, lips parting in a silent scream at the sight of her infuriated brother. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, "Why do you look so shocked? Did you think I didn't consider the possibility you'd run? I must admit it was a small consideration, I never thought you'd have the insolence to try." Viserys titled his head tauntingly, committing the shattered expression of his sister into his memories.

"I won't be your pawn any longer, dear brother," Daenerys spat with vile.

Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, eyes liquid-like while teardrops clung to her eyelashes and slid down her face, reflecting the flame of the torch. With a swift movement, the Targaryen princess grabbed the torch tossing it with all her mustered strength to the floor at her brother's feet, the flicker of fear in his eyes as the hay caught fire was enough give the rebellious blonde a glimpse of courage. The gate guards were too alarmed by Viserys blood-curdling cries to make sense of what was happening as they hurried to the stables only to see the black stallion bolt through and out the gate entrance. Even though she knew at the moment deep down she was rotting from her decision to leave, she pushed the stallion on further. The adrenaline in her veins was quickly beginning to fade, she didn't know for how long she had been blindly riding away further into the darkness. The cries of castle guards that had begun to chase after her had died away, now all that drowned her ears was the howling of the violent gusts of wind that tore away at her body as she headed further north. A part of her wanted to cry out for her to die and drown out all the feelings that continued to torment her. She was broken from her daze when the stallion whinnied in exhaustion from its perilous sprint through the blackness. It dug in its hooves, coming to a staggering halt. Daenerys nearly doubled over its neck as collapsed back into the saddle, exhaling the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"I'm so sorry," Daenerys murmured stroking the black horse's neck. After a moment, she urged the horse forward to a quickened trot. A single, silent tear spilled from the corner of her eye, her voice soft and even, "It's just the two of us now."


How long had she been riding? When did she last eat a proper meal? When did she last have a chance to rest? She couldn't remember. It must have been nearly several days. Her bones and stomach were aching. But there was nothing out here besides the forest and flittering debris surrounded them. Her eyes, though cold and distant were filled with an intense sadness. She took in the silence of the forest that surrounded her. Darkness thrived here in the soulless and weeping forest.

Daenerys's dress was tattered. Rips and tears scattered over various areas, revealing glimpses of the damaged skin beneath. Blood slowly trickled and dried from any open wound, and bruises, both old and new, dotted every expanse of her uncovered skin. The only part of her that had managed to remain almost completely undamaged was her face. Not even her greatest adversary would dare to mar the beauty that rested there.

She had no idea where she was or where she was going, she had only stopped for a few moments at a time to truly rest, to allow the horse to eat some grass and drink water at streams. The young blonde would continue on through the night, wavering between consciousness, fear continued to drive her on. The furthest part of the earth would never be far enough to settle her quivering heart. Eyes bleary with exhaustion, she didn't see the flash of white strike from below against the horse. The stallion reared up in a strike of alarm, throwing off his startled rider, Daenerys's lips parted in a silent gasp of fear as she was thrown unceremoniously to the ground with a stifled whimper of pain. Her body felt like a wavering reed, collapsing like a dead weight when she tried to sit up. She had struggled to her knees as she tried to understand what had occurred. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins masking any pain she felt. The stallion reared before bolting away through the forest.

Scrambling to her feet, Daenerys cried out, "No don't go!" It was then she heard the sounds of spitting growls emerge from the forest, the sight before her made her blood run cold. There stood two medium sized wolves. She held their fierce stares with one of her own; she didn't flinch when she heard the clatter of their teeth as they bared their fangs. She took three steps back, only to find her back against the wetness of a tree bark.

Two figures emerged from behind the wolves, both in garments of fur and leather. The first had short dark brown wavy hair, a stern expression. The second quickly caught her attention, he stood out, a dark mass of black curls that could leave any woman envious, and piercing dark eyes similar to that of the wolves. He stepped forward, sword drawn until it rested against the delicate crook of her neck. Her breath hitched in her throat for a moment.

"Who are you?"" He demanded at once, voice strong. The two starred each other down, neither willing to show an ounce of weakness. His dark eyes narrowed, pushing the sword deeper into her skin, almost slicing the pale region. "I said who are you?"

After a moment, her eyes tapered, "My name is Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen."

The sword slowly slid down her skin to the base of her collarbone, she ignored the pain as blood began to trickle from the torn skin. The man before looked stunned as did his friend, both exchanged rapt glances.

"We must take her to father," The other man spoke briskly; he shot her a cold glare as he turned and began to trek back into the forest. She felt a sharp jerk of her arm, unable to stifle the small hiss of pain that escaped her lips. She felt the man's eyes on her, she looked up icily, she was taken back to see a glimmer of apology in his gaze. It disappeared as quickly as it had come.

"Come on," He spoke with a newfound gentleness to his voice as he began to guide her by the hand in the direction his friend had taken.

"Where are you taking me?" Daenerys managed to whisper with a determination that startled both of them.

The man shot her a frosty glare, "No talking."

"But," She began.

"Quiet, prisoners don't get to ask questions," The brown-haired man snapped, as he appeared through the trees mounted on a horse and leading another. "She'll ride with you Snow."

Without another word she felt herself airborne as she was seated on the horse, he quickly mounted behind her with a fluid, graceful motion. He gathered the reins at her side as if to block her. Daenerys looked at him over her shoulder with wide, questioning blue eyes. With a swift nod to each other, both men took off into the forest, the two wolves following close behind. With the sudden jerk of the horse's motion, Daenerys found herself thrown back into the broad chest of the man behind her.

"I'm sorry," She murmured quickly.

"Think nothing of it," He merely replied, he only glanced down at her once before the horse began to gallop faster, reaching the other's side in a few, easy strides. The young princess was suddenly thankful for his arms at her side. Her body ached more painfully then the last as they galloped through the forest and into an open field, there was a large castle. It was then it struck her, she knew this place from her studies, the insignia on the flag.

Winterfell.


End of Chapter!

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