Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 12

With dragons at their side, it was very possible for the Targaryen dynasty to once again lay a substantial claim to Westeros and actually conquer the formidable Seven Kingdoms once and for all.

For minutes, she waited for a sign, a sound... even a small crack on the stone would suffice to prove that the egg wasn't completely useless... but her faithful handmaiden Irri entered the tent with a bowl of hot water before she called to her queen in a confused tone, "Khaleesi?"

Daenerys didn't hear her as she took the egg straight from the smoldering coals, much to her handmaiden's shock as Irri dropped her bowl and rushed to her khaleesi, trying to take the egg away from her and getting burned by it. 

With a gasp of pain, she let the egg drop back into the coals, and throughout all this, Daenerys did not scream.

Irri grabbed her khaleesi's hands to check for burn marks... but was astounded to find not even a single wound whilst Daenerys checked Irri's own hands and spoke with concern, "You're hurt."

Irri could only looked between the Dragon Princess and her slightly burnt hands, the pattern of the dragon eggs upon her palms whereas Daenerys' were completely smooth, as if nothing burnt at all.

<The next day, Morning, Brandon's Chambers, The First Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Bran had a strange dream.

He could honestly say that he'd been in this dream before, where a three-eyed raven called to him, leading him from the archery range and into Winterfell's walls, and flying into a dark passage, similar to the crypts of the Starks as Bran got a clear look at that gleaming third eye on the raven's forehead.

As his brother would have infamously dubbed it, Brandon's dream was epically weird and not something he should pay attention to.

Brandon's dream however was immediately interrupted as Hodor burst into his chamber with a simple smile on his face, causing the boy to sit upright with a jolt as Hodor held his specialized saddle before the young and temporarily crippled Stark.

Bran had a smile of elation on his face at the saddle before him, slight tears appearing in his blue eyes at the thought of being able to ride after his fall.

<Two hours later, The Wolfswood, The North...>

Brandon whooped in joy as he rode upon his new horse that was being specifically trained for him until his legs had healed themselves.

Sitting on a log nearby, Robb and Theon watched the boy with relieved joy for the former, and amusement for the latter. 

"Not too fast." Robb chastised Bran, not wanting anything to ruin his brother's joy such as an unforeseen accident that could be avoided with cautiousness.

"Come on Dancer." Bran urged his new pony with joy at having something that felt like legs... like his own legs, though he might have to grow used to sharing them with a horse.

"When are you gonna tell him?" Theon asked Robb in a low tone so that the euphoric boy wouldn't hear them. 

"Not now." Robb said softly, enjoying that someone in their family was enjoying themselves whilst Theon spoke, "Blood for blood."

"Come on!" Bran urged his steed once more as Theon spoke more seriously, "You need to make the Lannisters pay for Jory and the others." 

"You're talking about war." Robb stated in a soft tone. 

"I'm talking about justice." Theon retorted, their serious talk kept away from an innocent summer child.

"Only the Lord of Winterfell can call in the bannermen and raise an army." Robb stated the fact calmly. A mentality that Theon did not agree with.