🖋 Danaerys Targaryen !!
Amethyst hues slowly shifted to all those who stood in awe before the Mother of Dragons.As the conqueror inhaled, the scent of fire and dead men had rushed through her lungs, but she had grown used to the scent of burning flesh long ago, ever since she had burned the witch alive upon her husband’s funeral pyre when she had been a girl of thirteen. Her silver-gold hair blew softly with the autumn wind filtering in through the Great Pyramid as she eyed those accused of treason. My husband has betrayed me, she thought with disdain, but in her heart of hearts, she knew that she’d had it coming to her, and now all her glory was fading away like ashes in her mouth.
“Your Radiance, these men have been working for the King, Hizdahr zo Loraq, who had conspired against you for the Wise Masters of Yunkai. What would you have us do with these scum, my Queen?” Reznak mo Reznak, her trusted seneschal, asked her in the Valyrian tongue, glaring at the captives.
If I look back, I am lost.
Her black snorted just below her, smoke releasing from his nostrils as he roared, spreading out his wings in his fury, breaking her from her reverie. Drogon had been screaming for war as of late, and Dany did not blame him in the slightest. The great city of Meereen had now been retaken with the assistance of the Dothraki, and in her city, there would be no more room for traitors and cutthroats, not in Meereen, nor in King’s Landing to the west. She’d had enough of the Ghiscari and the Sons of the Harpy and their schemes, and the games they played with the lives of the people. I am not their Harpy, I am the blood of the dragon, and I will take what is mine.
As she sat on her throne overlooking the men before her several steps down - they had looked tiny from up here, she rose her voice, “I, Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of My Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Princess of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons... sentence you and my royal husband, Hizdahr zo Loraq to die when the sun rises for high treason. You have woken the dragon, my lords, and now you will face its wrath." Her voice echoed in Ghiscari throughout the walls of the Great Pyramid, and her bloodriders began descending down the steps to carry them away.
“Your Radiance, please, have mercy!” they’d cried out but her bloodriders had no respect for these men with their perfumes and cowardly acts, and with the assistance of some of her Unsullied, the traitors were escorted rather ungracefully out of the hall. Silence permeated throughout the room as she looked to her right to see Missandei smiling sadly at her. “You are doing the right thing, my Queen. You saved the city.” she’d assured gently.
As Daenerys rose from her throne, her handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui rose to accompany her. “Prepare a bath in my chambers. I have had a long and weary day, and I tire from talk of war and conquest.” She commanded in Dothraki, and they’d both bowed with a “Khaleesi,” before leaving to perform their tasks.
The Naathi girl held her hand as they walked down the steps to the garden of blooming nightflowers just outside for a small stroll later to ascend the stairs to the top of the Great Pyramid. “What are your plans, my Queen?” she’d asked curiously, her beautiful golden eyes gleaming in the starlight.
“I will tend the wounds of my city and its crying people. Then, I will attack and conquer Volantis to gain more support for the cause... then I will sail west for Dragonstone. I have been waiting for far too long and if I stay here any longer, we will be wasting away at the edge of the world.” Just as she’d finished, she saw Drogon screech as he ascended to the night skies, only to be joined by his brothers, Rhaegal and Viserion.
My children, she thought fondly and as they reached her chambers, the three dragons roosted in her garden underneath the thousand diamonds in the sky. My sun-and-stars would have loved this night, we would have made love had he known of my victories and what I have become. Perhaps Rhaego would still draw breath.
A sad sigh escapes her but at the sight of her pages and cupbearers, all children of the pyramids of Meereen - Grazdar, Qezza, Mezzara, Kezmya, Azzak, Bhakaz, Miklaz, Dhazzar, Draqaz and Jhezane - offering her grapes and figs, she smiled gently down at them and took their gifts. “Thank you, sweetlings. Run along and play or sleep if you wish, it has been a long night indeed, but the night will be over soon, I promise.” she told them.
She pops the grape and the fig in her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste of victory. She steps out into her terrace garden, letting her silver-gold hair loose and unbound. She finds her pool and begins shedding her violet silk tokar with the golden fringe, noting that her handmaidens had completed the arrangements. Dany makes sure to eye Irri with a smile that would always make her blush and swoon before sheleft. After she was done her bath, Irri would most definitely be sharing her bed tonight. Her blood still boiled inside of her like liquid fire and she’d had a long journey, and Irri had always pleased her, so she would relish in her... company.
She sips her cup of red wine as she bathes while overlooking her city, until Drogon presses his massive head to her cheek in a sort of nuzzle, crooning all the while. Dany laughs softly and strokes her fingers over his scales.
“Rejoice, my son, for we still have many battles to fight.” she told him and he snorted in response.
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