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She has not known Daenerys Targaryen since the beginning of her journey.
(Perhaps it's not long enough to truly know her.)
Missandei does, at the very least, know what she herself seeks. From a bazaar in lower, overly crowded streets of Meereen, she speaks with a Lyseni trader, obtaining a gift for her Queen's name-day.
"I could not remember the name of the instrument…"
"A timbrel," Daenerys says, gasping. She's a lovely vision in thick, soft cloth clinging to her upper body, to her curves and alabaster skin, blue as a summer's day. Missandei eyes the swell of Daenerys's breasts, tearing her gaze away when Daenerys adds, her words tinged with fascination, "Viserys spoke of them played by the minstrels of the court… it's exactly as I imagined."
"I am very happy you like it, Your Grace," Missandei answers, politely sitting on the edge of Daenerys's silver-filigreed chaise when the other woman invites Missandei to join her. Her brown hands gather together in her lap.
One of Daenerys's hands clutches onto hers, squeezing with a gentleness Missandei has not experienced since she was little.
"I am happy you are here with me," Daenerys proclaims, her cheeks dimpling as she smiles.
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GoT isn't mine. Requested by SMYGO4EVA: "Missandei/Daenerys; to find one's desiring." This is a good ship and definitely needs some more love. Thank you! And thank you guys for reading! Hope you like it!