Daenerys had heard whispers of family. Her family, tales of the Vampire Queen. Stories of Hawthorne, the land of the vampires, with their newly made Dracarae queen. She had also heard of a Kanaya and Damian. . . .
Damian was the name of her mother’s brother. After she’d hunted around a bit-Amaya was gone-she ended up in the Firefly Forest, deciding to meet her cousin. And her uncle, maybe, too.
She tipped her head back. “Queen Lucaya of Hawthorne, daughter of Kanaya and Damian! Damian, brother-in-law to King Aerys Targaryen! I, Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of King Aerys, summon you.” She let the howl fade away before examining her posture and body language. Her wings were folded; her body concealed. The dragon princess melted into the shadows very perfectly. She waited. With her red eye the only visible thing, she was just like an entity, a shadow. She had family in Hawthorne, not just her dead brothers and parents. Everyone back home thought she was dead. So be it. She could wait here until she got back.
And meet her lost family. . . .

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”