Her feet sounded like soft thuds, when they hit the ground. The gentle lines she left in the sand revealed that she was moving on high speed. Her breathing was so heavy that she couldn't figure out if she was smiling or not. The adrenaline level in her blood was rushing high. She didn't know what she was running from, but it was important she stayed ahead and didn't look back.

Quinn woke up with a shock, her breathing was uneven and shallow. The salty air of the sea still burned in her lungs, and her hair was all tangled up on the back of her head. The blondes eyes dangled across the room, nothing to be scared of. The most dangerous thing in the room was probably the corset she was supposed to put on every day. Quinn's fingers stroke over her chest, she could already feel the stern fabric tightly pressed unto her skin. She had learned to breath upwards and only with the top part of her lungs, so she wouldn't get dizzy from dyspnea. Her mother had told her that the men in the kingdom appreciated her more when she wore her corsets and fancy dresses. She figured that the men only liked her better because her boobs couldn't be more naked, unless she actually was.

Quinn's thoughts got interrupted by her Septa, who knocked on her bedroom door, asking for permission to enter.

"Come in", she said.

The young woman bowed quickly and short before entering the chambers with a silver platter.

"Time for breakfast, my Lady. Did you have a good nights rest?"

Quinn nodded shortly, before sliding from between the sheets. A shiver ran down her spine and she knew it wasn't from the southern summer air of the Reach.

"Everything alright, m'Lady?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you.", Quinn said hastily. She shifted her morning robe over her shoulders and tightened the knot around her waist.

"Did Father receive any news from the other houses, Septa?"

Before her Septa could even open her mouth to answer the blondes question, her younger sister Margaery bursted through the door. Her turquoise backless dress showed the perfect fair skin of her shoulders, her auburn hair feathered down, from the sudden change in speed. Margaery's eyes sparkled from joy, and the stunning smile that made her lips curve perfect around her teeth, made Quinn realise something exciting was going on.

"Spill!", the blonde said impatiently. Margaery just chuckled and grabbed a fresh bun from the table, took Quinn by the hand and just said;

"Run."

She shot forward and Quinn was only thinking about how her little sister managed to run at this high speed, without even lifting her dress.

Daenerys didn't know why all the meals the Dothraki people had prepared tasted dull in her mouth. Even the most extraordinary dishes, that she usually would have died for, weren't satisfying her in any kind of way. Ser Jorah watched over her during the meal, Dany saw his concern, only in the way he lifted his cup of wine. He looked way better out of armour, but the stern look on his face never changed. Although she was sure he would never hesitate to draw his sword, when needed. Dany never liked the idea of needing protection. Her eyes glanced over to her still juvenile dragons, it would still take a while before they'd be fully grown and ready to fight in battle.

The soft purring her dragons produced, sounded nothing like the snarls that would come later. Daenerys' heart rate sped up at the idea of the prestige she would get once her dragons were ready.

Daenerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Khaleesi of the Great
Grass Sea, called Daenerys Stormborn, Breaker of Chains, Mhysa,
the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons.

She grinded her teeth. All those names had been given to her, describing parts of her that were the most important to her people. And only her people mattered to her. Though the throne was taken by some weakling called Joffrey Baratheon. Targaryen, a disputed name, a name that deserved so much more than what it had now. She believed she was the one to make that name important again, she would rule with stern but noble hand, she was the daughter of a true king, a king that was more than just The Mad King.

Her Grace, Daenerys of the Houses Targaryen, the First of Her
Name, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar
and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector
of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, called Daenerys
Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons.

Those titles definitely gave a nice ring to her first name. She smiled with an inner fire, followed by a disturbing rage as her joyous thoughts were interrupted by the fact that she still had such a long way to go. Actually, she hadn't even really started yet.

"Khaleesi? Khaleesi! What are you doing?!", Ser Jorah called out in anguish.

Dani looked up, dazed, as if she woke up from a deep slumber, her breathing was shallow, almost wheezy. Before her were Ser Jorah's concerned eyes. Deep blue, the color of the Narrow Sea.

"Are you alright? What happened? Dany!"

"Yes. Ser Jorah, be calm. I am fine. You should not worry. I had some deep thoughts, that's all."

"Well, Khaleesi, apparently, not just that."