This could hypothetically be either before or after the first GoT drabble. Rated T. I don't think I need to warn anyone that this has GoT spoilers...well just in case...here there be spoilers.


Daenerys sat straight backed in a chair. She watched as the towns people chatted inanely. Watched Ruby Lucas flirt with a drunken Lacey. Ruby leaned both arms against the counter-top, her long brown hair trickling across her cleavage. Lacey brushed the beer in her hands with one finger. The other hand was occupied tracing the waitress long fingers. She watched as a stout Granny poked her head through the door.

"Ruby Lucas."

Ruby leaned forward. A wicked smile curved her lips. For a moment Daenerys felt a twinge. Doreah. She craved her hand maiden at times. Daenerys craved her hand maiden almost as much as she craved the mayor of this small time.

Doreah with her tanned skin, brown eyes, and skilled fingers. The girl had been a gift that she had received along with her dragons. Both gifts at her wedding to Khal Drogo, her Dothraki horse lord.

Pink crept into Daenerys pale cheeks. Doreah. The woman had been her first positive sexual experience. She could almost feel the weight of the hand maiden rocking against her. Whispering to her about power, magic, and men. She had power, if only she could claim it. Daenerys understood. Understood because in that moment Daenerys had felt the slave's power over her. If only things had not gone so very wrong.

Her mother, Mary Blanchard. A woman as pure as snow would be horrified by how that affair ended. Locking a betrayer in a vault to suffocate was a level of commitment to family that the woman lacked. Truly the Red Witches curse had been a blessing for the weak woman. Snow Stark did not have the guts, the cunning, nor the ability to play the game of thrones. The woman would have been the first to die.

Daenerys Targaryen lifted her chin. Daenerys, born of dragon blood, conceived during a fire storm, was as ferocious as a dozen dragons. Any who harmed her, or any who belonged to her, would die screaming.

The door pulled Daenerys from her musing. Ruby Lucas, the pulled herself up. The woman smiled. Sharp teeth flashed. In that moment Daenerys could see the girl caked in a layer of dust and blood. A true wilding.

Regina Sand stood in the door. Her tanned skin offset the crisp white shirt. Daenerys eyed the small scar just below the full lips. Oberia Martell leaned against the woman. She eyed the room. A feral grin curved across her face.

Daenerys heard the woman had killed the man who dare touch her woman in violence. The red viper pursued pleasure, decadence, and beauty of all forms. She did not let violence against women or children go unpunished.

Oberia eyed Daenerys. She pulled on Regina's jacket. Leaned over to whisper. Regina turned to Daenerys. Then the pair approached. "Emma Swan," Regina purred.

Oberia captured Emma's hands. She leaned forward and laid a warm kiss on her fingertips. Daenerys throat caught when she felt the brush of a tongue. She retreated and released Daenerys fingertips. "You have not come to see your Henry."

Daenerys arched her eyebrow at the pair. "You truly want me there?"

"It would be pleasurable for all, I am sure."

Emma shivered. She was sure all aspects were pleasurable with Oberia Martell and Regina Sand. Aegon the conqueror, her forebear had two queens. Dragons should not fly alone.


I couldn't resist putting a female version of Oberyn in this. Love him. He's like if you combined Spike, Zorro, and Achilles. Way cooler than any of them could hope to be. :)

Hope you enjoyed.