Dragons And Wolves
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Chapter 1 : Deals
The man in front of her did not see her as a queen. He saw her as a girl, almost a woman who was unmarried with big dreams in her head about sitting on the Iron throne.
Eddard Stark met Daenerys Targaryen in Pentos. Without his thick fur coat, he looked quite muscled with lines etched deep into his face, probably from all the misfortunes that had befallen him throughout Robert's Rebellion.
He had not come to kill her, or to take her to King's Landing to face the usurper himself, he had come to offer her a deal.
She was impressed with his powers of persuasion. He had gotten the King to allow her to marry someone from Westeros. Someone that was close to both the Baratheon and the Stark so she could be watched closely.
Viserys would have spat in his face, but he had been captured by a khalasar while trying to gain their army and had died during his stay as prisoner. A fire had killed him. A fire. Danaeres had to laugh at the irony. He was no dragon, fire could not kill a dragon.
What could she say? No?
"Who am I to marry?" she asks him, as they take a stroll through Illyrio's garden. "My eldest son, Robb Stark" he responds in the quiet, grave voice he speaks with, staring at her face to catch her reaction.
She is expressionless as she takes this in. A man. Like Viserys who had claimed to love her but had mistreated her in so many ways. "He is not a bad man, He holds his gods in good regard and treats people well" Eddard says to her, probably sensing her worry.
"I am a Targaryen. He probably blames me for not having an aunt and an uncle, as well as a grandfather." She says this bitterly, and Eddard does not respond. She is right, she knows it.
"You can't be blamed for your father's doings, or your brother's, you were not even born yet" he says quietly. She smiles at him for a moment before bending to collect a sharp rock, ignoring his curious eyes, she drags it across her wrist despite his startled intake of breath.
Her blood is silver tinted, as it drips slowly down her wrist. "Their blood was silver, and so is mine. I will always be blamed" she says quietly. "It will always be my fault."
She didn't have many possessions, she realized, as her ladies in waiting packed her clothes around her. Strolling over to the window, she took in the sight of Illyrio's gardens, rolling down toward the narrow sea. Sighing, she sent a silent prayer to the gods to give her the strength to be around people who would hate her.
She was to board the ship that had brought Lord Stark to Pentos, and travel with him to Westeros,to his home in Winterfell to be more precise.