Mother of Drangons：Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen， is the last confirmed member of the ancient Targaryen Dynasty and one of the primary characters in the book series. In the TV series， Daenerys is played by Emilia Clarke.

In her youth， Dany was a meek， timid girl with little confidence or self-esteem. She knew no life other than one of exile， dependent and in constant fear of her brother Viserys. He was the only family she knew， but was often a cruel guardian， prone to mood swings and fits of violence.

（本章节选自第一卷《权利的游戏》中的龙族公主丹尼莉丝的出场。）

DAENERYS Her brother held the gown up for her inspection. “This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric.”Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. “A gift from the Magister Illyrio，” Viserys said， smiling. “The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold jewels of all sorts. Tonight you must look like a princess.”A princess， Dany thought. She had forgotten what that was like. Perhaps she had never really known. “Why does he give us so much？” she asked. “What does he want from us？” For nigh on half a year， they had lived in the magisters house， eating his food， pampered by his servants. Dany was thirteen， old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price， here in the free city of Pentos.

“Illyrio is no fool，” Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. “The magister knows that I will not forget my friends when I come into my throne.”

Dany said nothing. Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices， gemstones， dragonbone， and other， less savory things. It was said that hed never had a friend he wouldnt cheerfully sell for the right price.

Dany listened to the talk in the streets， and she heard these things， but she knew better than to question her brother when he wove his webs of dream. His anger was a terrible thing when roused. Viserys called it “waking the dragon.”

When he was gone， Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. Dany could hear the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them， barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters， with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogos manse.

Somewhere beyond the sunset， across the narrow sea， lay a land of green hills and flowered plains and great rushing rivers. The Dothraki called that land Rhaesh Andahli. In the Free Cities， they talked of Westeros and the Sunset Kingdoms.

Her brother had a simpler name. “Our land，” he called it. The words were like a prayer with him. If he said them enough， the gods were sure to hear. “Ours by blood right， taken from us by treachery， but ours still， ours forever. ”

She had never seen this land her brother said was theirs， this realm beyond the narrow sea. Viserys had been a boy of eight when they fled Kings Landing to escape the advancing armies of the Usurper， but Daenerys had been only a quickening in their mothers womb.

She had been born on Dragonstone nine moons after their flight. Her mother had died birthing her， and for that her brother Viserys had never forgiven her.

They had wandered since then， never staying long in any one place. Her brother would not allow it. The Usurpers hired knives were close behind them， he insisted， though Dany had never seen one.

At first the magisters and archons and merchant princes were pleased to welcome the last Targaryens to their homes and tables， but as the years passed and the Usurper continued to sit upon the Iron Throne， doors closed and their lives grew meaner. Years past they had been forced to sell their last few treasures， and now even the coin they had gotten from Mothers crown had gone.

“We will have it all back someday， sweet sister，” he would promise her. Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door， the lemon tree outside her window， the childhood she had never known.

丹尼莉丝哥哥举起长袍给她看。“真漂亮，你摸摸看，没关系，你看看这料子。”丹妮摸了摸，衣料柔软如水般流过她的手指，她从来没穿过这么柔软的衣服。“这是伊利里欧总督送的礼物，”韦赛里斯微笑道。“袍子的颜色刚好衬出你紫罗兰色的眼睛。你还要配戴各式各样的珠宝，今晚你看起来必须有个公主的样子。”有个公主的样子，丹妮想着。她早已忘记那是什么样子了，也许她根本就不知道。“他为什么对我们这么好？”她问道：“他想从我们这得到什么好处？”过去近半年来，他们吃住都靠这位总督，在他的仆佣伺候下待宠而骄。丹妮今年十三岁，已经懂得这种优渥的待遇不会凭空而来，尤其是在潘托斯这样的自由贸易城邦。

“伊利里欧可不笨，”韦赛里斯回答，他是个削瘦的年轻人，苍白的淡紫色眼瞳里有种狂热的神色，“他知道有朝一日我重登王位时，不会忘记曾经雪中送炭的朋友。”

丹妮没有答话。伊利里欧总督是个商人，专做香料、宝石、龙骨买卖，以及其他见不得人的勾当。有人说，只要对方开得出价钱，任何朋友他都乐于出卖。

这些话丹妮都静静地听了进去，但她知道最好不要在兄长编织迷梦时戳破。韦赛里斯一旦生气起来非常骇人，他称为“唤醒睡龙之怒”。

他离开后，丹妮走到窗边，思慕地望着海湾。丹妮可以听见高墙外孩童玩耍时的笑闹喧哗。就在那一刹那，她好希望自己能在外面和他们一起赤足嬉戏，穿着破烂衣裳喘着气，没有过去，没有未来，也不用参加卓戈卡奥的宅邸晚宴。

在夕阳狭海的彼岸，有个青陵纵横、花开平野、深河奔涌的地方。多斯拉克人称呼那个地方为“雷叙安达里”。在自由城邦里，人们则称之为“维斯特洛”和“日落国度”。

哥哥有个更简单的说法，他称之为“我们的土地”。这个名字就像句祷词，彷佛只要他说得次数够多，诸神就一定会听到。“那是我们龙族血脉所继承的土地，虽然遭人以阴谋诡计所夺，但仍然属于我们，永远属于我们。”

那块位在海峡对岸，哥哥信誓旦旦属于他们的土地，她从来没有见过。当年他们躲避节节进逼的“篡夺者”军队，被迫逃离君临城时，韦赛里斯还是个八岁大的男孩，但丹妮只不过是母亲子宫里胎动的血肉罢了。

逃亡之后九个月，她降生在龙石岛，她的母亲难产而死，为此韦赛里斯始终没有原谅她。

从那之后，他们开始了流浪的岁月，未曾在一处落脚扎根。哥哥不肯定居下来，他总说“篡夺者”派来的杀手紧迫在后，然而丹妮却连半个刺客也没见着过。

起初各地的总督、大君和商界巨贾很乐于接待坦格利安后裔，但随着日子渐渐过去，“篡夺者”在铁王座上坐得越来越稳，原本为他们敞开的们一扇扇关了起来，他们的日子也日益艰苦。几年来，他们当掉了所有的珠宝。到如今，连贩卖母亲王冠所得的钱币也全部花光。

“我的好妹妹，有朝一日我们一定会收复失土。”韦赛里斯这么向她承诺。韦赛里斯之所以活着就是为了那一天的到来，丹妮却只想重回那栋有红漆大门的宅院，想要她窗外的那株柠檬树，还有她失去的童年。