Dany had experienced a strange couple of months. It all started with a dream she had at the 3rd hour of one night. She saw a man; tall, bold and a head covered with dark curls. His eyes were penetrating, she felt like they could pierce her soul and look into the deepest chambers of her being. In the dream, this man did nothing but stare at her. She had the very same dream three times that week, and the week after, and the week after…
It wasn't until the next month when the dream began to appear in her mind on the 3rd hour of the day along with the 3rd of the night. Twice a day she would see his face, always at 3'o'clock. The dreams were causing her much anxiety. She was finding difficulty in sleeping, eating, and ruling Mereen. Dany had had visions before, but none were like these. None were as vivid and consuming as these dreams.
By the third month, Dany couldn't think that it could get worse but it did. The dreams were different every time. Once she dreamt of making love to this man on a bed of blue petals. Another time, she held his chest as they rode Balerion together. She dreamt of him holding a young girl with golden hair and deep blue eyes who called her "mother". The dreams then took a turn, she dreamt of herself and this man fighting side by side but it wasn't clear who they were fighting against. She saw herself on the Iron Throne, with him beside her. She saw a large wolf with pale white fur and red eyes walking towards her dragons. It was then when she realized that she couldn't persist to ignore these visions.
She went to Barristan Selmy's chamber, in the middle of the night, when she couldn't take it anymore. She woke him up from his sleep.
"Your Grace! You startled me. Is everything alright?" he said in a rush as he quickly got up from his bed.
"Yes Sir, everything is fine. I was just wondering if we could talk for a bit," she said in a shy tone. Sir Barristan was one of the few people she could trust, she didn't know if he could help her, but she was sure that she trusted him.
"I've been having these strange dreams. Visions, actually. I know they aren't nothing, they happen every day at 3 in the morning and 3 in the afternoon. The visions, its as if they are telling me a story. My own story. I can't explain it," she said as she felt a few tears fall down her face. She couldn't understand why she was crying.
"Come, sit" he said as he offered her a place beside him on the edge of his bed. "You are like a daughter to me, my queen, but still if I ever had a daughter I know she would have been exactly like you. I hope you don't mind me saying this," she said letting his gaze fall towards the ground.
"No. No of course not," she assured him.
"I wont ask you to talk more about these dreams and what are in them, as I can see that they trouble you. But if you would allow me, I'd like to take you somewhere. Somewhere where you might be able to get some help" he said with a smile.
"Where is this somewhere, Sir Barristan?" she asked.
"I am not a religious man. But, I do believe that the priests and priestesses of the Red God have some insight into things we can't see and things that we don't know. I know this from experience. I can take you to a priest, a man and a friend to me that I trust," he said.
"Sir you know how I feel about magic," Dany said remembering her horrible experiences with the black arts.
"This is not magic, your Grace. I think they can work miracles," he said.