a/n: A mish-mash collection of oneshots and drabbles, mostly AU with spoilers from both the show and book. Enjoy!
Susurrous
adj: full of whispering sounds
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rumors
"They say the Stranger of the Seven lurks the shores of Westeros," Irri says conspiratorily as she plaits the Khaleesi's hair. The Khalessi bears many other titles now- Queen of Westeros, Your Grace, and m'Lady among them- but Irri finds the names overwhelming and besides, no matter what the Westerosi say, the young woman is far more Dothraki than Targaryan.
"Mhm," says Daenerys, nodding her head in time and earning a sharp tug from Irri, an order to keep her head still and the only one her handmaiden could get away with. Sighing she asks, "And what is his name?"
"Her," Irri responds, "They say it is a woman. She goes by many different names, if the rumors are to be believed. The Stranger, or the Warrior, some believe. More often, we hear her simply called No One."
"No One?"
"Yes, Khaleesi. Though one crazed man swore it was the ghost of the murdered Lyanna Stark come to haunt your ascent to the throne."
Daenerys laughs openly at that tale, sure in her heart that the Queen Who Wasn't would have been pleased to see her son wear his true name and held little desire to bother her good-sister.
Irri gives a wry grin, "And she paints her lips with the blood of her enemies, ties her hair with their insides and adorns her neck with strings of teeth." She giggled, "That is of course, if the rumors are to be believed." She finishes the final plait and Daenerys brings a ring laden hand to touch the back of her head.
"Well, now we musn't scoff at rumors. After all, isn't that what we were?"