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She made a soft noise akin to a whimper, knowing that there was only so much she could say. “I cant say he is my brother… No one can know who did it… so I practically cant tell them what happened.” Dany closed her eyes, hanging her head. If people knew who her family was, and that Viserys did this… it would ruin them. She would be blamed for it all, for the downfall of their company.
Her sad eyes went up to Satin, leaning in and hugging him tightly, holding him like a child would their favorite bear. “I don’t know what to do. I would ruin my family if I said anything.” Part of her worried, that sleeping here was going to be another invitation to assault. But Satin would never, he was too good a man… but it was still hard to fully trust and believe that.
Dany pulled back,wiping her face. “I want to leave here, to leave this city and just be free of them all. But I cant, it’s not possible.”
When she finally pulled close and held onto him like that… He felt like he had his arms around some sort of sacredness that he could hardly understand or describe. All he could keep repeating was, “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry. You are safe here, Dany.”
And as he held her, his mind was racing. How? How could he keep her safe? She wanted to leave the city. He couldn’t help her. The stipulations of his parole made it impossible for him to leave the city. Jon… maybe he should ask Jon for help.
He felt her pulling away from him. “You can stay here as long as you like, Dany. Like I said, you can have my room. Dany, I think you should stay here. I know a cop… I mean, I’m uh, friends with a cop. Maybe he could help?”
A quick sniffle, and she pulled herself back together, brushing her sliver hair away frim her face. “Satin,” Dany sighed. “Thank you for this, honestly thank you so much for this... I will sleep on the couch though, you are being kind enough already, I dont want to take too much from you.”
Daenerys thought of talking to a cop, off the record. But even that was risky. Say she did meet up with the officer, she ran the risk of knowing him. “I don’t know what to do... in the long run I mean. But for now, I will stay here.”












