#daen3rysstormborn

[lastxdragon]

Closed Starter: Kattegat

@the-true-queen-in-the-north

Building enough ships to take the Dothraki army to Westeros took longer than anyone planned, but Daenerys kept them occupied with having Rollo lead them on Yunkai to give the freed slaves there the chance to establish a ruling council, then Astapor to do the same. It gave the Dothraki something to do and it helped establish Rollo as a competent leader in battle, which he was. She disliked sending him away, but it was necessary to ensure that she was leaving Essos without the chance that slaving could be reestablished. 

Meanwhile, Daenerys’ belly grew larger. Missandei doted on her, limiting her time on the audience bench and relying on Tyrion to adhere to Dany’s wishes, even staying with her until she fell asleep when Rollo was gone. At least the city was at peace now, with no sign of a resurgence in the Harpies. The trade agreements she’d wrought with the other cities in Essos were providing for a great economy and prosperity spread to the poorest who could learn a trade through apprenticing. She missed her husband, though, and the months apart drew out longer than she cared for, but finally, the ships were gathered in the bay and the Dothraki returned, with Rollo at their head.

The ocean voyage was uncomfortable, but her husband did everything he could to make her comfortable, but by the time they had landed near Kattegat, Daenerys time was drawing dangerously close. Arriving in the Freefolk village, there was a blur of activity around her and focused on her, and Dany held tightly to Rollo’s hand, leaning against him as he lead her to his home. “Healer. Get the healer,” Dany gasped, holding her free hand under the swell of her belly. They had only taken a few steps into his home and she felt a stabbing pain. 

[ofharlawandsilence]

@daen3rysstormborn

The room had been deserted when Tethar snuck into it, idly searching for someone, but it was so quiet and nice and alone- although she knew she was not supposed to be there, she had been hidden away since they had gotten to Dragonstone, as Lord Varys had told her to stay out of the way. She looked over the table that had the map painted upon it, looking at all of the places of Westeros, trying to read the labels, which took her too long, she hadn’t really read since she was a child. She counted the places she had been. The Iron Islands, hauled across the country  on one of those roads, she was unsure which one, to King’s Landing, then to Essos and now...she heard a noise and looked up abruptly, instantly guilty, with wide eyes. “Y- your grace.” she bowed her head. “I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be here, I’ll be gone now.”

[lionwithouthonour-blog]

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In the end, Jaime supposed that the current situation he found himself in was his own fault. He really should have known better than to let any of the Dothraki see his false hand, and he really should have known better than to try and threaten one warrior who had laughed and said something that was clearly meant to be insulting, even though he didn’t understand the man’s language. And he supposed that Tyrion had essentially saved his life by sending him to be confined in the cells beneath the Red Keep. But none of that changed the fact that this, in Jaime’s opinion, was the single worst torture anyone could have possibly put him through and far beyond whatever punishment he deserved for such stupid behaviour. At least when he’d been Robb Stark’s prisoner there had been the guards patrolling his pen he could trade insults with. And when he’d been captured by Locke and his men, he’d had Brienne along with him. But this time there was no one there to act as any form of company - or if there was then they never responded to him.

He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed before he was reduced to just sitting in a corner of the cell, thudding his head back against the wall and whispering his thoughts to himself in a desperate effort to trick himself into thinking that it wasn’t just him alone in there. He suddenly stopped and sat up straight as he heard the muffled but unmistakable sound of footsteps heading towards the cell. As the heavy wooden door was opened, he shifted into a crouch, half ready to shove past whoever was outside and make a run for it - anything to just get out of there.

My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.

[sheikah]

@daen3rysstormborn replied to your post, “I feel like Jon must have been . . .”

I didn't see him reflecting a rejection. He is timid, yes, but he's caring. He knows she's in incredible pain and when she leaves, she tries to do it under the guise that he needs rest. He gets it. The knock could be him checking in on her because he knew she was in pain and its entirely in Jon's nature to see if she needs him. Great emotional upheaval like grief can translate to passion quickly like a flash fire of unleashed

I had to share this because it’s so sweet. Honestly to me the thought of Jon going to check on her just because he’s sweet, and not even going with sexual intentions is SO much better. I really hope that’s what it is honestly and you’re right that it is fully in his character :’) I am just trying to keep my expectations low because since we are told there’s not dialogue I think there’s a good chance that it isn’t a comfort situation haha.

[verrcter1]

@daen3rysstormborn

It was mid-day by the time the ship set sail, and the young dragon was overcome with excitement upon seeing the vast ocean full of all sorts of fish. The second he caught sight of one under the surface of the water, he leaped off the side of his mother’s ship and dove straight in. It took a few moments before he lifted back out of the water with a flailing cod in his maw. Forst alighted next to his mother, presenting the fish to her with a low trill. None of the other humans really interested him, they only served as entertainment should he become bored. And even then, he was generally not allowed to attack her men. Not even the sparring his kind was accustomed to with nest-mates. Though it seemed as though his mother was leading her people to a new land. That meant more space and hopefully more prey. Forst was a strange dragon, usually the dragons were said to only have four limbs: a pair of wings and two legs. But the queen’s beast had been born with six limbs, four legs and a pair of wings. Still, he was loyal and set to grow up strong. So what did his appearance really matter?

[killthebxy-archive]

@daen3rysstormborn replied to your post 

Love this breakdown. Just a note. I've seen the notes somewhere that GRRM told the writers in S1 that the point - the end point - of it all (the books) was Jon and Daenerys

this does not surprise me, given that Jon and Dany are two of the five key players. however, it also does not imply they will be a romantic couple, and much less that they will end up as king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms. tbh i am still waiting for the moment in TWOW when Stannis will rise from the snows and kick Ramsay out of Winterfell like SUP BINCH HEARD U THOUGHT I WAS DEAD, but i digress.

knowing GRRM, and i was speaking of this theory with someone just recently, there is always the possibility that even the whole Azor Ahai & Nissa Nissa prophecy is a complete fluke and just that, a legend. if there is something this man does wonderfully well it’s the storyline and the plot twists, and i can’t wait for this book to be out.

[vaedar]

“I’ve got you.”

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      HE BARELY makes it outalive from yet another attack by the so called Sons of the Harpy.Though he has no family that he can be threatened with, and thoughit’s not been too long since he joined the dragon queen, theassailants are determined to end all those who support Daenerys.Including a stranger like him. It makes it even easier that he’s gotno power, no influence, no wealth other than his knowledge of oldValyria’s ways ( though this is something only the queen herself andthose closest to her are aware of ). But his wounds are painful andthey weaken him to the point that walking is close to impossible,though somehow, he makes it to the inside the pyramid. Vaedar’sleaning against one of the stone walls, attempting to catch hisbreath but once he tries to take another step, his legs fail him andthe valyrian is about to fall—until he’s stabilized by theTargaryen queen’s smaller form. A sharp breath is inhaled and a groanleaves him, not letting the full weight of his body be taken by thewoman ( or they would surely fall to the floor ).

         ❝ Y-Your grace… ❞ Voice is strained,his weary violet eyes seeking hers.

[lastxdragon]

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@the-true-queen-in-the-north

No amount of preparation from Missandei could have given her would have kept the sheer surprise from flickering across her features when the Wildling leader entered the tent. There had been rumors around Essos, of a great clan of Wildings, but until this moment, Daenerys had never laid eyes upon one. In a way, he reminded her of Drogo. He was tall, dark-haired, and broad shouldered with a touch of wildness about him. 

Her Unsullied guards watched him suspiciously as he entered the tent, but made no motion against the man. Drogon nudged her hand and she lifted it to pet him, though he did not seem concerned by their guest at all. Odd. If Drogon found no hint of threat, than she need not be concerned. If Grey Worm was correct, he lead 50,000 Wildling mercenaries and had a fleet of ships. Ships that could take her armies to Westeros. All this with only one, small condition, of course.

“Greetings, Rollo Lothbrok,” Daenerys offered, rising from the small bench she sat upon. Her light, white dress swirling about her ankles as she stepped down and, with a small gesture of her hand, dismissed her guards. “Your arrival is timely. Tomorrow the slave Masters are sending their champion to meet mine. Tell me, if I accept your condition, what do you gain from this alliance?”