A/N: This is my first Game of Thrones story, so here goes nothing! I hope that you enjoy it! And huge thanks to Maddie Rose for being an amazing beta!

A/N2: I don't own anything...

Chapter One

Feeling her hair flying behind her, Daena couldn't keep the smile off her face even if she had tried. One of the things she looked forward to most in the week was when she was able to take her horse to the market for whatever supplies that were needed for her and her father. It wasn't a short walk to the market so riding was something she had to learn from an early age, but Daena loved it.

Tugging on the reins, she slowed her mount until he had stopped completely. Petting his head to let him know that everything was alright, Daena looked to her home which had made her stop in the first place. There was a horse with a man a top holding a banner to the house of Stark. There was a second horse without a rider, so that would mean someone from the house of Stark was inside, but it just didn't make any sense to her. Pulling up the hood of her cloak, she made sure that her hair was covered since she had not yet had the chance to change the color. For as long as she could remember, her father had told her that if someone saw her with her violet eyes and silver blonde hair they would be put to death immediately.

Although he had taught her about the Targaryens, Daena always wondered why she had their hair and eye color of them while her father had dark brown hair with dark eyes.

Kicking her horse, she made her way to the stables where she took the saddlebags from her saddle and placed them away before tending to her horse. After making sure that he was taken care of, she picked up the saddlebags and headed towards the house. Just as she stepped inside, she heard her father's laughter along with another man's. Going into the kitchen she gave the bags to the mute servant that had been in her father's service for as long as she could remember. She was the only one that was around as she grew older with the exception of her father.

"Ah, Daena you've returned," her father, Ian Thorne smiled at her. "Was the trip to the market successful?"

"It was," she said as she looked between the two men. "But they didn't have the beans that we need."

"Daughter, I would like to introduce you to Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

"My Lord." Daena said as she dropped into a curtsy.

Nodding his head, Lord Stark place a kiss upon her hand before turning his attention to Ian. "A week, my friend. That is all the time I can give you to make your choice."

Watching Lord Stark leave towards the door and her father followed after him. Heading towards her bedroom, Daena closed the door behind her before sitting at her vanity. One by one she took the pins out of her hair and set them down before she picked up her hairbrush. Hearing the faint knock on the door she let out a sigh.

"Come in."

Grabbing the ends of her hair she started brushing it as she waited for the person to come inside. Turning her head slightly, she gave her father a small smile. "You seem to know Lord Stark fairly well."

"Yes, we made an agreement many years ago when I was in the Kingsguard."

"An agreement?"

"It was many years ago when you were just a babe," he told her. "When we looked into your face we knew we couldn't do it."

Slowly bringing her hand down and placing the hairbrush onto the vanity, Daena turned in her seat and looked to the man who had raised her. "Couldn't do what?"

"The orders were simple. Do not leave any Targaryen alive."

"I do not understand," Daena said as she stood and crossed her arms over her chest. "What do the Targaryens have anything to do with me?"

"Have you ever wondered why I always said that we must never show your hair color especially with your eyes?"

"You said because if someone were to see me they might believe I was-"

"A Targaryen. You are the image of your family."

"You were going to kill me?"

"Under the order of King Robert's command," he said. "It was not a good time back then. Not like it is now."

"Why didn't you you kill me then? You've had many chances over the years."

"When Ned and I looked upon your face we couldn't do it," he admitted. "You were crying so loudly, but I once believed that was because you were somehow calling out for your brother."

"Brother?" Daena questioned him, tears filling her eyes. "I have a brother?"

"You do."

"Where is he?" she asked. "Why have I never heard of him before now?"

"No one knows exactly where the Targaryens that survived fled to," he sighed as he sat down in a chair by the table in the corner of her room. "Splitting you and your brother was the only option. The harder it was to find either of you."

"Why didn't Lord Stark take me?"

"He is good friends with King Robert and didn't want to involve his family."

"Then why has he come back?" Daena asked. "Is he planning to end my life now that I've grown? Will it be easier to kill me now that I'm not a defenseless child?"

"Targaryens are said to be mad or great," he told her. "Lord Stark just wants to test this and make sure it isn't what everyone fears."

"And you think this is a good thing? To test me?"

"It would ease the mind of Lord Stark."

"I don't care what Lord Stark thinks!" Daena said as she raised her voice slightly. "Tell me why this is happening now. What has changed?"

"I don't think you're mad and when you prove that to Lord Stark he will show you something that will be helpful to you in the years to come."

"What will be useful?"

"A Targaryen having a live dragon."

Daena watched as her father stood from his seat and gave her a smile. "This is a lot to take in. I'll give you some peace."

Turning his back to her, she let out a long sigh. "What is his name?"

Looking back at her, he gave a small smile. "Who?"

"My brother."

"Aegon."

Nodding her head, Daena turned her back towards her father so that he wouldn't see the tears that were in her eyes.

"Daena-"

"Please, just go." She said, not wanting him to see the pain in her eyes.

"As you wish."

Once she heard the door close, there was nothing she could do to stop the tears from falling down her face. So many times she wished that she could have a sister or even a brother, but it was just her and her father. But it wasn't just them. She did have a brother and not just a brother, a twin brother.

Making her way over to her bed, Daena laid down as the tears turned into cries. There was so much information in not a lot of time. It hurt that her father, no the man that had been pretending to be her father hadn't trusted her enough to tell her this before now. Did he actually believe that she would turn mad just because someone she was related to did? Or was it this Stark man that was putting these thoughts in his head?

Her whole life she thought she was the daughter of a solider who had left after her mother died in childbirth so that they could they in peace. But in a day everything was no longer what she had thought it was. Why did things have to be so completely confusing? Living a simple life suited her just fine and now she had to convince some lord that she wasn't like the Mad King.

Was she like the Mad King? Sure they were related, but did that mean she would follow him down that road? Especially since she was the only Targaryen in Westeros, well as far as she knew she was. If Lord Stark believe her to be mad that most likely mean that he would end her life. No one in Westros would want to deal with a Targaryen who had gone mad.

Being secluded had always been what her father enjoyed, at least she had thought so. But now? It was because of her. She had to be hidden away and not talked about in case someone over heard something about her or saw her.

She didn't know if her brother was alive or if any of her people that had fled made it to safety. Could it be possible to find them if she were to leave Westeros? They wouldn't recognize her until she stopped using the beans to make her hair darker. Her eyes everyone said were the key to getting her way, only she didn't know what way she wanted. But she did know where she had to start. Winterfell. That was going to be a journey in itself since she dared not to hope for anything other than her life as the outcome. There was so much she wanted to learn and if Lord Stark denied her of the knowledge that she needed, then she would make sure that she was faster than he was. There would be no blood on her hands, but she would not surrender her life so easily.

Wiping the spilled tears from her face, Daena couldn't help but wonder if all this time if the man that was acting as her father felt anything for her or was she simply a burden that he had been dealt. In her heart she believed he loved her as much as she loved him. He was the only father that she knew. He was her family and if she had to prove that she wasn't mad like her uncle then she would. And then she would find out everything that she could about her family that wasn't rumors. She wondered if there was a chance that she would be able to meet her brother or even anyone else in her family. It didn't mean she loved the man who raised her any less, but with all the new information she had been given, she needed to know the answers to the many questions that were floating inside her head since her father had tried to talk to her about who she truly was.

Gathering her wits about her, Daena started going through her clothing. She wouldn't take much, it would make traveling that much easier. But she knew that it she had to leave for Winterfell in no less than two days. If she knew her father as much as she believed she did then he knew that she would make the decision on this day. This was how it would be. She would prove herself to Lord Stark and he would send her on her way to finding more information about who she was and about her family that wasn't in the history books. Daena knew that there was information that Lord Stark could teach her about her people about who the Targaryens really were and for that she had to pass his test to prove that she was not mad.

Knowing this journey would be long did not frighten Daena, but it did sadden her. All her life she spent in this home and for the first time she would be leaving it. She would like nothing more than to come back, but sometimes journeys turned out to be harder than one could imagine. One thing she refused to do was give up hope. For if she had hope, then maybe things would go in her favor. And that was what she would pray for when she went to bed that night. She would pray that her fallen family members guide her in the right direction.

A/N: Let me know what you think!