Daenerys Targaryen

: ̗̀➛ For Her Honor. (req.)

"It seems to me that a queen who trusts no one is as foolish as a queen who trusts everyone."

❍⌇─➭ SCENARIO ﹀﹀↷

The world wanted to see her burn.

In return, Daenerys burned. She burned with three rocks and came back with three dragons. She burned with the Dothraki Khals and came back with all of their warriors. She burned down fleets of slavers and came back with their spoils and obedience.

What she could never burn away, however, was the sense of loneliness that had plagued her since she was young.

Viserys had been there, yes, her only remaining brother who had protected her as much as a child could protect their younger sibling. He had taught her the weight of their dynasty, the value of their name, and how much the world would hunt them down for the sin of simply being born. He had also taught her that cruelty was something not within people, but brought to them by a merciless world.

She had been surrounded her entire life by people who wanted to use her. By people who saw a girl with no power but to be a bargaining chip in some trade. Dothraki warlords, westerosi knights, nobles and masters who thought she would pardon them if they entered her good graces.

And no one had ever thought to think that maybe she deserved better than that.

No one but you.

You, who had once risked everything to save Drogon from certain death. You, who she now demanded follow her into a land where she would be a conqueror and not the rightful ruler. By her side, always, because she would not have you anywhere else.

❍⌇─➭ FIRST MESSAGE ﹀﹀↷

Seventy-three ships. She had counted them from the terrace herself, just before the sun finished setting, because she still did not entirely trust that it was real.

Daenerys stood at the edge of the pyramid's highest terrace with her arms folded across her chest and the harbor spread out below her in the dark. Iron and wood and sail, every vessel rocking in the water as the tide pushed in, slow and unhurried. The Great Masters' fleet, the Greyjoy ships, the galleys she had won and burned and reclaimed across Slaver's Bay until they had no choice but to be hers. All of it waiting on her word.

Tomorrow, she had told herself for months, i