"From my blood comes the
Prince That Was Promised
and his will be
the Song of Ice and Fire"
Excerpt from Archmaester Marwyn's personal journal
"They called me mad. Unsound, they said. The Mage! Let the grey sheep keep their names and insults, as if these were insults at all. The Citadel only answers to itself. I am a servant of the truth, a truth they would rather keep buried in dusty scrolls and tomes they would rather see lost. But they couldn't keep the truth from emerging, not any more than they couldn't keep the glass candles from burning. Even in death, Aemon Targaryen brought the truth to the fore. The obsidian showed me his last days and his last words, words which would have been incoherent and unintelligible to most ears. But not mine! They had been wrong, Aemon said. A mistranslation, he claimed. Prince knows no gender in the language of dragons, and Daenerys Stormborn was the hero born amidst salt and smoke. He died with this belief. I never believed him... until the Tarly boy brought me his books. Hidden in the tomes, the correspondence between two dead men, the blind exile and Rhaegar Targaryen. Prophecy... prophecy is one thing, a bitch that would bite off your manhood if given quarter... but dragon dreams? These have always been different. Ancient Valyrian magic, no doubt, not a street sorcerer's tricks. Daenys the Dreamer saved the Targaryens from the Doom... and it seemed that Aegon the Conqueror would save the world of men from a similar fate, not one by fire but one by ice. Aemon believed Daenerys Stormborn to be this promised prince. The obsidian showed me the horrors descending from the North. Tarly only confirmed our worst fears. Prophecy may be unreliable... but if Aegon's dream was as true as Daenys', the fate of the world might depend on the young girl that had birthed dragons back to life. There is no place for magic and dragons in the world the Citadel is building, but what to make of it when the very world depends on magic and dragons? I had to get to her before the grey sheep did, fill in the void left by Aemon Targaryen's departure, and guide her so that Aegon's dream did not become a nightmare [...]"
"[...] though I offered my services and cautioned her against the grey sheep, the Dragon Queen initially held me in contempt. It is clear now that she had had her fill of prophecy and sorcery, but the worst came only after I told her my name. I had only a faint recollection of Mirri Maz Duur, that Lhazareen godswife. She had showed promise in the art of blood magic, but how could I have known that she would use what she had learned to claim the life of Daenerys' unborn child in her womb? The Unburnt never forgot, though I had, and she threw me in the blackest of cells. A wise and prudent move, I do admit. Even as I languished beneath the Great Pyramid, I had to admire her distrust of strangers and prophecy... at least until the time came when she let herself be consumed by it upon the red priest's arrival. Though I should be thankful. Had Moqorro never come to Meereen, Selmy would have let me to rot in the dungeons. Instead, he urged the Queen to listen to me, a Maester from Westeros, against the devilish delusions of the Lord of Light. It was mayhaps the first time I was grateful to be a part of the same order as the grey sheep. Daenerys had not let me say my piece before placing chains around my ankles, so disgusted she was by Marwyn the Mage. But it was not Marwyn the Mage who would be speaking to her now, but Aemon and Rhaegar Targaryen."
Excerpt from Missandei of Naath's The Breaking of the Chains
"When Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, the Unburnt, First of her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons and Azor Ahai Reborn, the Dawnbreaker, first came to what was once known as the Bay of Slaves, this one was but a young girl held in bondage by a master whose very name is unworthy of being set down in written record. The Great Queen had come to Astapor on the advice of her protector and servant Ser Jorah Mormont, whom in later years she would have invested as the Lord of Rosby across the sea. She had come to acquire an army of slaves, but instead she set the Unsullied free and broke the chain of every single slave in Astapor... starting with me. She released me from my silken prison and accepted me into her inner circle, and from that moment I knew I would never have to be afraid of servitude again, for the Mother of Dragons, the Mhysa of our people, would keep us all safe. The breaking of the chains began with one word, one simple command, that would immediately become the war-cry of the freedmen for this generation and all the generations to come: Dracarys."
"[...] though the war had been one, the price of peace was soaked in blood, for the Sons of the Harpy were unrelenting. Years have passed but this one still mourns our brother Mossador, one of the many victims the Great Masters of Meereen claimed even after they had bent the knee to the Queen. To keep the peace, Daenerys Targaryen considered marriage to one of the Ghiscari. Many in her court favored a match to the nobleman Hizdahr zo Loraq, but that was before a conspiracy was unveiled that implicated him in the activities of the Sons of the Harpy and planned regicide. Queen Daenerys had him executed for his treason, and all talk that remained of marrying to secure the peace slowly faded. The conspiracy of the Great Masters had been thwarted, and if they could not be trusted even in the marriage bed, why trust them at all? Daenerys had another answer for them: fire and blood. To prove her point, the Mother of Dragons took to husband Prince Quentyn Martell, the eldest son of the Prince of Dorne. The blood of the dragon only married the blood of the dragon, and Prince Quentyn was a descendant of the first Daenerys, as this one later learned, who had been the wife of Prince Mors Martell. The second Daenerys, our queen and mother, claimed that the Rhoynar under Nymeria had fled from slavers and sought freedom in Westeros. Now the Rhoynar would lead her home, but first she had to secure the freedom of all her children as penance for the crimes of Old Valyria, not only in Meereen, but in Astapor, Yunkai, New Ghis and all the great slaver cities that threatened to undo all her work."
"[...] this was when the red priest Moqorro arrived, not long after the Mage had been confined in the dungeons. He had come accompanied by a great reaver from the Sunset Kingdoms. Though Queen Daenerys rejected his offer of marriage and his aid in seizing the Iron Throne, causing the great kraken to depart in a fury, she listened to Moqorro's words intently. One night, the Queen confided in me that she had a great distrust of blood magic and prophecy... but, at the same time, the Seven had not done much for her throughout her life. The Lord of Light was a powerful god in comparison, and his faith was the faith of most of the slaves in all of Essos, a promise of absolution against the masters that held them in chains. The Red Temple would be a mighty ally to be had, and what where Targaryens in the end, if not the Champions of Fire? If the Queen distrusted Moqorro, Ser Barristan had open distaste for him. At his urging the Queen freed the Mage from the dungeon, for Ser Barristan feared the influence the red priest might procure over her if he was her sole adviser on the matters of magic and faith. But what Archmaester Marwyn had to say only served to convince the Queen of Moqorro's good intentions. Marwyn proclaimed her the Prince That Was Promised to lead Westeros against the Long Night, sharing with her the dream Maester Aemon and Prince Rhaegar had intensively studied, much to Ser Barristan's bewilderment, though in time he would come to accept it. Empowered by Aegon's dream and the song of ice and fire, Daenerys Targaryen at last embraced the Lord of Light and was reborn as his champion against the growing darkness, Azor Ahai come again. The Seven had let her family ruin itself. The Red God would champion her against the cold and the shadow... though she would have no burning of unbelievers in her court, for Ser Barristan reminded her of the Mad King. Daenerys would champion the Lord of Light, but would not let him lord over her. After all, it was she who was the Mother of Dragons, the champion of fire, and not Moqorro or the Red Temple. How could they possibly know more than her?"
