+ wrongtoleaveher
A life spent across the Narrow Sea had not prepared Daenerys for the cold of the North. Winters in Essos were not nearly so harsh as they were in Westeros and certainly nothing like the North. Was it the wind creeping along her spine causing her insides to chill or dread? A slender hand reached up and wrapped the fur of the white lion tighter around her shoulders, one of her final gifts from Drogo the dragon's daughter was grateful to have it with her now.
Fear brushed over alabaster skin, no lions cloak would keep it out. Was she leading her people towards death again? For a moment her mind was filled with pictures of the red waste. Only this time it was a great snowy expanse, frozen and cold but it would kill her people all the same. She reached for the great black dragon that stood beside her, the heat of his scales brought comfort, like a candle in the night it chased away the shadows of fear that lingered in her heart.
Only her Queensgard,Missandei and her dragons had traveled from Meeren with her, after Daenerys had finally found her way back. Her army would follow she had been assured, sailing on boats across the narrow sea to follow her to war, but they had simply sailed to Dorne as Ser Barristan had wished. Instead Daenerys had followed Drogon, who guided them up along the coast and left them in this harsh land. Had she made a mistake in allowing the black dread to guide her. Doubt clenched her stomach, and she pushed it away. Perhaps they were needed up here, perhaps this is where she should be, she hoped she was right. To finally be in Westeros and freeze to death would be a tragic end to her story.
The small group moved forward, Daenerys rode her silver watching as her dragons flew in the sky. Memories of the red waste filed her head again, back then they had been so small they rode along with her now she could ride them. She shook her hed free of thoughts from the past, and focused on the trail in front of them. The last thing she had expected was to find some one else out there across the frozen sea.
She pulled her silver to a stop raising a hand to bring her small envoys to a stop. "Greetings." she called out. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. Who have we had the honor of meeting today?" she called, the cold left her with little patience for titles and announcements.
