glorious rays of sun basked over the capital  ;  golden showers washing over stones, glazing across the harbour and the sea whilst the smell of fruit filled the air that surrounded them. the crimson of the comet still bled through the sky, like an arakh slicing the blue belly of a god open. shierak qiya  ... the words were still like second nature rolling from her tongue. the language still embedded behind targaryen features.

this place ... it reminded her of essos in some peculiar way. the sunshine beamed down on them, as if it were designed only for this wretched place. though, what did she know? the lost princess of dragonstone had only ever heard the despicable tales that viserys had spun in his web whilst growing up. what she did know however was that the late king robert had died, killed by a boar whilst hunting ... at least, that was what those local to this strange country said. after a bounty was placed upon those platinum curls of hers, it did not take long for daenerys targaryen to be brought to kings landing before the new protector of the realm. ser jorah had remained by her side  –––  her sworn sword and protector. drogo had worsened, their armies had fled and with enough people set to kill her, jorah had promised that returning to the place that was truly her home would be the safest place for her. 

and yet, she did not feel safe. whilst she was confined to her own solar within the red keep, if she dared step foot out of the smaller fortress she had been trapped in, eyes would be upon her. the mad king’s daughter, whispered the foul and degrading words. others called her a foreign invader but she was merely a girl ... a girl who could not even protect herself, nor the child that she once carried. the eggs that she had been kindly gifted by magister illyrio had been tucked away within her keep and protected where nobody could find them, the bear had made sure of it. even now, she wondered just where rakharo and jhogo were now  –––  irri and jhiqui too. one day, maybe within this lifetime, they would be reunited. 

with the bounds of information that had been unleashed upon her, thick brows continued to knit together as amethysts found themselves fixated on the floor. each word he continued to speak, every vowel that left his lips and spilled into the open air between them rung within her mind like the ominous bells that loomed above the capital. there were still several questions that spun underneath those silver braids that she wore, the biggest being  …  why had jorah brought her here? whilst lord eddard had guaranteed safety, the further away daenerys was from this wretched place in which her family had been killed seemed to be the safest place for her. silence filled the emptiness now where his words once rung. and she had been left there, all alone with her thoughts. as the familiar sounds of his voice slowly came to life once more, daenerys’ attention was brought back up towards his golden mane that sat atop of his armour. 

“ no   ––– ”  lifting herself from her own chair, the teal colour that clung to her figure danced around her calves, almost circling at her sudden movement. “  –––  you are one of the first to come and bother me. most other people in the red keep look at me in a certain way. i don’t even know what they’re thinking. perhaps, out of fear that i am a monster. sometimes, out of disgust for carrying the name i do. others, they give me sympathetic looks but have not once come to me. nobody knows what i endured across the narrow sea. ”

                     it was merely days until the wedding  ;  their darling boy, marrying some wicked little bitch from highgarden and cersei had still not found it within herself to forgive her brother for his absence. betrothals, arrangements, alignments. they were for people who had their entire life ahead of them and it was no secret that the lioness was growing older now –– yet according to their father, she was still young enough to bear children. and not just any children, but children for knight of flowers. what a glorious idea, thought the women as she resided in the bath tub ; a goblet of wine pressed to her lips whilst golden mane had begun to stuck to her skin. the steam still raised into the air around them, polluting the air with the fresh scents of soap that had no doubt, arrived from highgarden and for a moment, she pictured margaery and her pretty little southern braids slipping beneath the water and drowning  ;  enduring the horrid death she deserved. that was until her thought process had been interrupted by her brother –– spare hand finding home over her  extremities  in defence and repulsion at the very thought of him.

she was still bitter that he had not come home quicker  ;  still bitter that her twin had dared let somebody weaken him by removing his hand. defiant emeralds glazed upon him for a moment, fury apparent in her chest as she heaved for breath and she shook her head with a ferocity. she did not want him to leave and yet, she did not want him to stay. the lioness was torn between instilling the love within him that she had before he had gone and got himself captured and giving him the cold shoulder but they had come into the world together … she could not desert him to. “what is it you want, jaime? you’re intruding on the time that i have dedicated for myself. in case you hadn’t realised with your absence, i don’t seem to get much of these days –– especially with father and his nauseating ideas.”