Request By Anon: can you do a Daenerys x Reader where Dany gets the Iron Throne without burning down KL and while shes giving a speech to everyone, R arrives on Rhaegals back (hes still alive) and basically shows off and greets Dany lovingly. Everyones shocked. Then, together they rule as queens.
Written By: Rose
Words: 1,106
The bells tolled in the towers surrounding King’s Landing. The city had surrendered, the throne was rightfully hers. Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen took a deep breath; Fire and Blood. Those were her houses words, those were the deeds of the mighty beasts that adorned her sigil. These people abandoned her family during Robert’s Rebellion. They deserved fire and blood. But she was not like her father. She was not like her brother. She closed her eyes trying to block out the deafening ringing of the bells. Trying desperately to not commit the fire and blood of her house. To be something new, something better. She thought of (Y/N).
Sweet (Y/N), born of Westeros and stolen away to Essos. Stripped of everything she held dear and forced into a foreign land, much like herself. (Y/N) was “given” to her as a wedding present for her marriage to Khal Drogo. (Y/N) was supposed to be a slave, owned by Daenerys. Instead she became the Khaleesi's closest companion. A woman who should be full of hate and vengeance from having her life ripped away from her was instead compassionate and caring, always making an effort to find the best in everyone. She taught Daenerys that it didn’t matter that her father was mad and much of the Targaryen bloodline faced a similar fate. She could be a dragon. Protective, strong, loyal. Dragons aren’t all fire and blood, and neither was she.
She took off on Drogon, aiming for the Red Keep. These people, her people, would not fear her. No, they would love her. Just as she loved (Y/N). The bells continued to toll.
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Daenerys closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of gentle hands weaving her hair together in an intricate braid.
“You look beautiful, my queen”
The blonde snapped her eyes open and stared up at you. “You are far better looking than me, my love” Dany kissed the hand you had rested on her shoulder, before turning to watch your reflection in the vanity mirror. She could always made your cheeks flush, and she loved when they did.
“Is Rheagal doing any better today?”
You couldn’t help but smile at Daenerys concern. Everyone thought the mighty beast had perished, but while everyone headed south for King’s Landing soon after the naval attack Rheagal’s body had washed up on shore. Rheagal was severely injured and on the brink of death, luckily enough however you stayed behind at Dragonstone. It was a miracle that you were able to heal the beast. “Much better! Sam sent me the blueprints to repair his wings. The wounds aren’t fully healed yet but he’s back to eating regularly,”
Rheagal had become much closer to you since the incident. Daenerys loved how much you cared about the dragons and how the dragons cared for you. “Good, I want you both there at the coronation,” Daenerys stood, making her way over to multiple racks which held the remainder of her coronation outfit. (Y/N) made quick of her work, sliding on the charcoal black outer layering, of her dress which covered her torso and much of her pure white skirt. Embroidered scales made up much of the bodice and overskirt, bright crimson thread mimicking the colors of Drogon and the Targaryen sigil. An angel disguised as a dragon, the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.
You were left in awe as you looked upon your queen. Daeneryes looked absolutely radiant. She turned around, catching a glimpse of the slack-jawed wonderstruck look on your face. “What is it this time?” Dany questioned, she had seen the star struck look come across your face only a handful of times, most of which occurred before your affections were known by each other.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
Daenerys couldn’t help but giggle, “Not nearly as much as I love you,” She cupped your face and kissed you tenderly. You were about to deepen the kiss when there was a sharp knock on the door before it was pushed open.
“Pardon me for interrupting my queen, but the coronation is about to start.” the Hand of the Queen stood by the door, smiling softly at Daenerys and her lover. Tyrion was the first to discover your relationship, and has been supportive ever since. You nodded towards Daenerys, signaling that she should take her leave. She placed one more chaste kiss upon your lips before you both left with Tyrion.
Dothraki, Unsullied, Lords and Lady’s from all over Westeros hand come from all across Westeros to watch the coronation of their new queen, including many highborns from the newly independent North as well. The Steps of the Red Keep has been transformed for the coronation. Targaryen sigils and colors covered every surface, epic tales of the Long Night and the fight for the Throne decorate every wall, hailing the heroes that fought in the battle.
Shadows danced a crossed the crowd, weaving in an intricate waltz. Dragons. Drogon and Rhaegal dove downwards. Perching on opposite sides of the large stone staircase. Cheers ruptured from the crowd as Daenerys stepped forward to claim her crown.
Tyrion stood behind his queen, holding an ornate angular crown decorated in dragon scales. Daenerys’ ears were thrumming, she could barely hear the long winded speech Tyrion was making before she felt the weight of the crown, her crown, placed atop her head. “I now proclaim you Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Andals and the First men, ruler of the Six Kingdoms,”
The crowd was in an elated, the cheers were deafening. The bells rang once more, not marking treachery, but in celebration of their new queen. Daenerys looked across the sea of her people, all who loved her dearly as she loved them.
Daenerys turned to (Y/N), holding a hand out to you. You were apprehensive at first, never before had your affections been known to others except for Tyrion, Greyworm, and Jon. You took her hand in yours, she pulled you closer to where she was standing.
“I promise to you all, that we will rule justly and fairly. I will never bring honor or shame to you, my people. And we will right the wrongs made by previous rulers, for Dragons are no longer a symbol of fear, but of protection for every one of my peoples and allies for as long as we rule,”
The crowd cheers only grew louder. Daenerys smile out at her people, before kissing your hand. With you by her side, she would not only be a Khaleesi, but a just and kind Queen to all.
