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“AND I NEVER realised how bad of a liar you are. You chose me, made me your captain, invited me into your bed. If I’m a coward: you’re a fool, Daenerys.”

[ ♕ ]  “ A FOOL for choosing you, is this what you mean? Ever since I                  announced the wedlock decided between myself and Hizdahr                  you have been avoiding me, your lover, your QUEEN.                  Will you cower away from the mere sight of him? ”

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[ ♕ ]  Tales of the TARGARYEN CONQUEST had followed every child born to the house Targaryen, stories of TRIUMPH and GLORY that were now long lost ever since the last dragon died. Perhaps with the revival of dragons, the splendour of Daenerys’ house would be restored as well. The young Queen found herself studying the records of Aegon and his sister-wives flying to Westeros and conquering the land while each of them presented a valuable trait. VISENYA always caused an unexplained admiration to Daenerys and just like how her brother Rhaegar did once, the maiden suddenly announced she wished to learn how to wield a weapon.  

         SER BARRISTAN was the first to offer his services but her loyal servant was already burdened with the task of training the new line of knights. GREY WORM, on the other hand, had solemnly learned one fighting style all of his life, one that was deadly effective but perhaps not suited for a female. The best candidate to Daenerys eyes was no other but her BELOVED CAPTAIN, whom she trusted to make a fine warrior of herself. 

         Therefore, on a heated evening whilst the sun was still pacing the blue sky Daenerys descended the steps to a large unoccupied room which would serve as a temporary training pit for her exclusive use. Daario’s BLUE CURLS were unmistakeable and the Queen felt her heartbeat accelerating in excitement at the mere sight of him. Dany’s usual ROYAL ATTIRE was replaced with DOTHRAKI leather pants and a matching vest and her handmaidens had styled her silver hair on secure tight braids that would keep her vision unhindered.

“ Shall we start with a longsword? It was known that my ancestor     wielded DARK SISTER, a Valyrian blade. ”