Just an extremely short drabble. I own absolutely nothing.
"Bend the knee or burn."
"Oh? Well, that certainly sounds dreadfully familiar."
The Lord, sitting on his regal chair, sounded darkly amused and an ugly, cruel, and taunting smile slowly grows on the Lord's face.
"But, I suppose, like father, like daughter."
The silence in the Great Hall was deafening.
"You do know about your father, correct? The Mad King? You must have, if you are using his words."
"This is your true queen! Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons."
The Lord responded with a chilling laugh.
"I see no queen. I see a pretender. One who calls herself queen but has no idea of the responsibilities of ruling are. You were not taught anything that would help you rule, you were a street rat, because of this you depend on your advisors too heavily. You were a beggar in the past, a beggar in the present, and will be a beggar in the future. If you survive of course. I will not help you, Daenerys the Queen of Nothing. I may hate the Lannisters, but at least they are useful to me."