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Daenerys

When Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen arrives at the Fortress of Queen Regina she has nothing left.

Jorah, her protector, her big bear, had been the last one to die for her. Protecting her as always, giving his life so she could save hers. Her dragons were big enough to fly now but not yet to carry her, so she took the last horse and ran. Tears streaming down her face. One more betrayal. And so many deaths. For what? For a throne she never saw. For power she was never meant to have in the first place. This was Viserys's fight. She had lost so much.

But then on the way she heard rumors of a mighty sorceress. A Queen. There were many rumors about her. About her beauty, her history, her magic. Magic. That was a word Dany feared with all her being.

"The Blood of the Dragon does not know fear." she kept telling herself. But everytime was a little bit weaker. She remembered when all she wanted was the head of the Usurper on a silver platter. When she wanted to sit on her father's father's throne and rule the land of Westeros.

"Maybe one last time. I'll try one last time." She thought. And so she went to meet that Queen. Regina was said to be her name. Some said that she was cruel but fair towards her people. Some said she killed her lord husband and sent an assassin to kill his daughter just to have more power. Others believed that the throne was rightfully hers and all she did was in the intention to keep it. That, of course, resonated in Dany.

"Maybe she'll understand." She whispered in Viserion's ear while petting the dragon's head. And so from merchants advice to peasants directions, she went. Hunting with her dragons for food. Resting in caves. Training Rhaegal, Viserion and Drogon. When she arrived at the castle, she bathed in the cold river to wash away the dust and horse smell. She braided her hair the best she could without the help of her maids. The thought of Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah made her shed a tear. Then she clothed herself with the most beautiful dress she had with her. It was the last thing she had worn in Qarth when she found her dragons in that awful House of the Undying. It wasn't really Qartheen. The leather on it made it more Dothraki in her eyes. But it was a strong outfit. Perfect for what she had to say. She didn't want to appear weak or childish to the Queen. It never worked out the way she wanted. This was her last chance, her last hope. She would go and be as true to herself as she could. Because if that were to fail, then it truly was a lost cause.

So now, here she is. Waiting for the Queen to appear and grant her an audience.

Regina

When her guard came to tell her someone was at the doors demanding an audience, Regina was pacing. "Again. Snow escaped again." she thought. Sometimes it seemed like Destiny itself didn't want the Evil Queen to fulfill her revenge on the sweet innocent Snow White. "Maybe it's what's meant to be. Maybe I shouldn't seek anymore revenge. Maybe Daniel is sending me a message. Maybe what I have is enough." the Queen was feeling alone. So alone in a castle full of people...

"Majesty, someone asks to see you. A young lady from a place called the Red Waste. She said she travelled a long way to talk to you. Should I let her in, my Queen?" says the guard, sternly. The Queen stops dead in her pace and turns to the guard. Glares at him. Claude. Her most loyal guard. She trusts him completely. If he dares disturb her now, he has to have a good reason. Maybe he saw something in that young woman.

"Let her in. Make her wait in the throne room." he bows down and closes the door behind him.

A visitor. Apparently someone important. Who would travel a long way to talk to me, thinks the Queen. Me? The most hated person in this realm. There is only one way to find out. She puts on a dark dress. Long and heavy. She feels protected in it. Protected and empowered. The dress makes her body look absolutely stunning.

When she arrives in the throne room, she arrives by the top. It gives her the advantage on her enemies or in this case, her guests. You never know who they are or what they want. Having the upper hand is essential. She could have thought about a milion things, expecting a thousand, but the beautiful woman standing down there wouldn't have been one of them. Neither would have been her dragons. Three dragons. one as large as a small horse and two as big as the biggest dog. The smallest are lying next to her feet. The other one has its eyes fixed on the Queen. Ready to kill on the young lady's order.

But Regina has no fear for dragons. She even befriended one. Maleficent. She sighs. It's been so long since she had visited her. Her only friend. But that is for another time, another place. Right now, Regina focuses on the girl. She can't be more than 17 and yet, on the way she is standing, you can see she has been through too much for her young age.

"My guard did not tell me your name, child." says the Queen loudly. The young girl jumps, surprised.

"Your Grace" she cursties. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Khaleesi of the Dothraki and Mother of Dragons. And I am not a child." she answers back. The Queen smirks. Someone who isn't afraid of her. Finally.

TBC (?)