A concept that I've had for a while. Hope you love it. Enjoy.
The queen walked along the lot of us with her unsullied guards. Her eyes ran along us stoically but I could see that she was not being judgmental in a bad way.
Despite this, I didn't like her one bit. She reminded me too much of my father. I didn't need the reminder of his death. Her silver hair shined the same way his did. Her purple eyes hold the regalness of his as well. It stung.
As she passed me, I let out a relieved breath I didn't know I was holding. I seemed to have reacted too quickly because she turned around.
I was stuck in place by her intense eyes. They pierced me to my spot like a spear and flayed my skin. She was transfixed by my eyes and I knew exactly why. In that moment I knew who she had picked.
"I choose her," she said simply. Her eyes ran over my body slowly before she turned away.
I thrashed in the men's hands as they carried me along behind her. This was not right. It was basically being sold into slavery without the money. Seven hells, I didn't even know what she wanted.
I guess it didn't matter, I mused while staring at her round ass. Maybe she wasn't mad and she wouldn't burn me alive like her father liked to do.
I could only hope.
I knelt begrudgingly as the so called queen came into the room. I had been brought here against my will to be a fucking handmaiden or consort or something. I should be grateful that she picked me out of all the other poor kids in Kings Landing. But I saw it as slavery.
"Stand." Her voice was silken and regal. I had never heard something so sweet. "For such a young girl you sure gave my guards hell. What are you, 16 years?"
I stood and nodded. I kept my eyes down as she began circling me. I tensed as small hands wrapped around my arms and squeezed. She hummed as I flexed.
I felt like a fucking pet.
She took my hands in hers and examined my dirty nails and fingers. I marveled at the difference of skin tone between us. I was deep caramel to her alabaster.
"I will have to clean you up before you will be of use. What is your name," she said softly. I thought about whether I should tell the truth. I really had no choice. My eyes said it all. I could see her intrigue plain as day.
"I am called Kaede, your grace," I whispered. Small fingers titled my chin up to stare into her violet eyes. Her brows crinkled slightly. She didn't understand.
"What is your last name?" I balked and tried to look away. Her grip tightened and I clenched my jaw in anger. The bitch had no right.
"Rivers, your grace. My father was a Blackfyre." Tears welled in my eyes as I remembered my father, Maelys Blackfyre. The old man loved me so much and yet he died in the war.
"He didn't marry my mother. He didn't believe in it."
The queens purple eyes looked confused. She sees my violet eyes and yet my skin is much darker. My hair as well.
"My mother was from Quarth, your grace. She was much darker than myself," I explained. She nodded and looked pleased. Her fingers slid up my sharp jaw and up to my curly black hair before it falls away.
I was a bit dissapointed.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
I stand outside the bath apprehensively as the queen steps inside. I keep my eyes aimed at the steaming hot water obediently. I don't want to overstep my bounds. No matter how bad I want to see her.
"I apologize, Kaede. The water is boiling. I would like to see if you can stand it," she said. I kept my eyes down. I knew I could stand it. I've never been burned. By anything.
I stepped into the water without hesitation and sighed heavily. It felt like heaven against my skin. I kept my arms covering my breasts and nether regions though. I wasn't insecure but I felt I couldn't compare to the Queen.
"There is no need to be afraid. You are safe with me, Dragonborn" she said, suddenly beside me. I jumped slightly as her hands pulled my arms to my sides. The name was lost on me as she touched me with her hot hands. It burned. "Look at me."
I looked up at her face hesitantly. My eyes lingered on her supple breasts for a second. They were perfect and tipped with tan nipples that taunted me.
Her lips twitched with a smile as she carressed my arm with her soft fingertips.
"You are beautiful. Your body is exquisite, if not a bit malnourished. We will fix that," she stated. I couldn't help but believe her despite my hesitance about her. I really wanted to know what my purpose was though.
"Your grace, what is my reason for being here," I asked. My voice does not waver or crack. It is strong and for that I feel amazing.
"You are to be my consort. I already have a handmaiden. Her name is Missandei. You will meet her soon enough," she said matter of factly. My heart sped up and my face paled. A consort? A whore? My father would spit on my name.
I looked down at the water sullenly. This was not the future I saw for myself at all. But I was being fed and I lived in the Red Keep. The least I could do is satisfy the one providing for me.
"Thank you, your grace," I said. I couldn't help the disappointment in my voice. I couldn't look up to see her reaction.
Her hands carressed my face and my body heated up dramatically.
"You may call me Dany."