Pregnant Mother, Flaming Dragons!

One moment, I was a modern surgical graduate. The next, I awoke as a pregnant, fourteen-year-old Daenerys Targaryen, Khal Drogo’s dying wife. Surrounded by a brutal Dothraki horde, my child's fate was to be butchered, and my own, a powerless widow's death or worse, a living burial in Vaes Dothrak. This savage world was ready to devour me whole. But something was different. The ancient dragon eggs, dismissed as mere stone, pulsed with scorching life in my hands, mending my battered body and whispering secrets of primordial power. Soon, I discovered a terrifying truth: I was immune to fire, and my 'children' were not just prophetic symbols, but living, breathing weapons. Now, as the Khalasar descends into chaos and rivals circle like vultures, they think they see a helpless girl. They don't know I'm not just Daenerys Stormborn; I'm the surgeon who cheats death, armed with the fury of dragonfire. My enemies will burn. Westeros is about to learn the true meaning of a mother's wrath.