A/N: Once again, I am back with a Game of Thrones fanfic. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! And, just as a side note, I LOVED SEASON 2! Okay, ON WITH THE FANFIC!
Anger swelled in her chest, hot and warm like her dragons' fire.
How could she do this to me?
Daenerys stared into Doreah's eyes, feeling that warm anger spread throughout her chest, a comfort to her aching heart. Doreah's eyes were wide, her hair mussed from sleep or other things. Daenerys watched her mouth open and close repeatedly, watched the thoughts chase across her face. Sweat broke out along Doreah's face, tears formed in her eyes, and when she did speak, her words came rushed.
"Khaleesi. . .I . . ."
Daenerys barely listened to her weak protests of why she had betrayed her. They didn't matter; they wouldn't aid her. This was the woman who had taught her how to please Khal Drogo. This was the woman who had become her friend, had followed her through the Red Waste without a question. This was the woman who had cried in her arms after Rhakaro's death.
This was the woman who had betrayed her.
"Come,"
The word fell cold from her lips, a single command that was meant to be obeyed. She turned away from them and headed towards the vault that supposedly held great wealth. They opened the vault, and to no surprise, there was nothing within. She turned to them, her captives, staring into their eyes.
"Thank you, for teaching me this lesson," She stated to the self-proclaimed King of Quarth.
King of Lies more like, and he has his Queen of Deceit.
Daenerys stared for a brief moment into Doreah's eyes, searching her heart briefly for some tendril of mercy, some degree of remorse or guilt. She found none, not a speck of mercy or guilt. With a single nod to her guard, she walked away from the vault.
"K-Khaleesi!" Doreah cried, struggling briefly against the guards that were pushing her towards the vault.
The vault that would now become her tomb. Daenerys ignored her screams and continued to walk.
"Khaleesi, don't, please!"
The screams became muffled as the vault was sealed behind her. Daenerys inhaled deeply through her nose, hardening another layer of her heart into stone and ice. If she were to be queen, she couldn't, wouldn't, tolerate betrayals. Not even by those closest to her.
No traitor would go unpunished.