D E I C I D E

❝—— & that someone if you, I guess❞ Of course. Only someone who affirmed to be the dragonborn could teach her what was necessary to be who she really was. A dragon queen with no dragons is not a queen. Months & months fighting against the Masters, remaining strong & firm because her people needed her to be so…but she had forgotten who she was. The dragon’s daughter. Khaleesi. Mother of dragons. ❝Very well, Miraak❞ Daenerys nodded ❝I shall learn from your wisdom. I hope you’ll not disappoint me after all ❞

               “I see… Are you different now then you were then?” She asked, glancing up at the man whose thoughts created her. She figured that if he saw himself as a somewhat better man now from his action and such that she might be able to soothe him since all this was in the past and couldn’t corrected so he had an opportunity to not make the same mistake with those he knew now.

Me: I lo-

     His words made no sense for Daenerys. She held no wish to slay dragons, slay what was left of her family.Why would she? The blood of the dragons lords of the Old Valyria ran through her veins, dragons & Targaryens were one, not enemies. Dragons would not attack & kill other dragons.

        ❝—— Do you mean I am WEAK?❞ She asked. Daenerys had fought many times against her fears & most of the time against her feelings. Queens should not show what they felt, no emotions on her gaze, but it was true the situation on Meereen was affecting her in so many ways. What happened to the dragon queen who swore to slay her enemies?

She was once again fascinated by his words. Those dragons reminded her of the dragons that appeared in the tales her brother Viserys used to tell her when she was little, Meraxes, Balerion…The great dragons that became part of House Targaryen’s legend, but those dragons & their lords were now dead & she was alone with three children impossible to keep under her control. Daenerys was the blood of the dragon & she must learn how to tame them.

❝—— How?❞ Daenerys asked with a slight frown ❝How can you tame a dragon? I am sure it’s not like training a dog, it must require specific abilities to do so. Dragons do not obey & their first instinct is to attack❞

“ They like to do that don’t they? Play with mortal lives till they are bored and discard them like tissue paper. If I may ask, what was so important that you made a deal with Hermaeus Mora?” She asked, looking at him as she pushed her hair aside. Her warm fur cloak and nordic carved armor rattled as she walked slowly. Observing him, still cautious, she had ran into too many traps to be trusting. To trust was to be a fool. 

Daenerys raised her eyebrows at his explanation of a dragonborn and her mind went back to her dreams. The dragon dreams to be exact where she could fly and breath fire. Perhaps she could be what he was describing and the fact that she didn’t really know what it was could be the reason he wasn’t sensing that kind of power from her. She wasn’t sure either way and his description was very interesting to her. “And you thought that I may be one of these dragonborn, your grace?” The queen knew too well that those who were the strongest would survive the longest and brute strength would win out over politics in the end.

The silver lady was a bit bothered by how casual Miraak seemed to come off, but she wasn’t going to let that throw her off. She couldn’t seem weak because if she did there was a chance he would consume her just as a dragon would consume a man. “You flatter me with your words, but if I were to be honest with you I would much rather learn more about dragons.” She watched him carefully as she brought her cup of wine to her lips and sipped. “The fact that your’s can speak is very interesting to me.”

Could they co-exist? She would like to think so, to have an ally even with a dragon or dragons much older than her own would be beneficial to her plans. Still Miraak was something that she didn’t understand, he was too casual with her, too familiar, like he knew that he could easily squash her without a thought. That bothered her. Daenerys fingered the rim of her cup as her eyes fixed on his face trying to be nonchalant. “I believe that we can co-exist peacefully. My intentions are not set upon conquering Essos, this.” She motioned in general about Meereen. “Is more of a trial and a time to gather my strength and forces before moving on towards my true goal.” There was a pause before her lips quirked at the corner in a ghost of a smirk. “Westeros, is where I plan to make my home. My Father’s throne is rightfully mine and I intend to take it back with fire and blood.”

"Yes, I did think that- if real dragons follow you, then no other explanation could be valid. A dragon would not follow anyone lesser than one of their own. Men barely tolerate a ruler who does not understand them, and the dov do so even less." Wasn't this the true way it should be? Dragons cannot rule men, they do not understand them. A Dovahkiin, however... knew the souls of both, and might rule both men and dov.

Learn more about dragons.. it did not surprise him, that she wished to speak more about dragons, this world was alien in its lack of magic and dragons roaming the sky and the heat, the heat! "They all do talk, if they feel the wish to, which does not mean they always have something to say worth hearing." Now, she was the one who.. surprised him. "You mean yours do not talk? They do not share their thoughts? Then I would love to see them with my own eyes.." And see whether you might be a mother of wyverns, after all.

               ღ This was something the girl didn’t quite understand, even though she should. Damaris was born from the mind of a man who did terrible things in the name of power, but her mind couldn’t wrap around wasting so much life for something that didn’t really matter in the end.

               Yellow hues glanced from the calloused hand that placed itself on hers and to the worn face of the man beside her, considering him for a moment before returning her gaze to the bodies around them. “… Were they at your expense?”