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Daenerys

Daenerys has never seen someone as stunningly beautiful as this Queen. Everything about her was regal. The way her fingers are holding the skirt of her dress a little higher so she won't trip, the way her hand is softly touching the banister as if it is hovering over it, the way her entire body moves with each step down the stairs.

And then she reaches her throne and sits down on it. So that's how it looks like, thinks Dany. That's how it looks like when a Queen sits on her throne. Seeing this revives the will of Dany: she wants the Iron Throne because it's hers by blood. She wants to see the face of her people when she enters the room, brightening it by her presence and, she wants to watch their gaze follow her every move as she sits on her throne. Just like she watches Regina's every move as she sits on hers. She is a Queen. It's in her blood. It's her destiny. She has no more doubt now.

"Well, well, the Mother of Dragons can breath fire too. Calm down, Daenerys Stormborn. I meant no disrespect. Now tell me why you are here?" asks Regina.

"Your Grace, I've heard a lot about you. And I've been betrayed so many times. I came to you as honest as I can be. Here are my children, Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal. Many tried to steal them away from me. They died in the process. So if the price you want for what I have to ask you can only be paid with one of my children, know this: we will destroy you, if it is the last thing we do."

"I have no interest in your dragons, Daenerys. Believe me. They are small compared to the one I know. And I am not afraid of your threats either. You should know who I am if you're here. I am the Evil Queen. My powers are beyond your imagination. And certainly cannot be matched by those two dogs and your little pony." smirks the Queen. "Now, again, why are you here?"

"I..." Dany is taken off balance at the Queen's speech. Usually her threats either rose respect or got her walked outside of town. She never encountered someone who isn't interested in her children. Let alone not afraid of them.

"Speak! My time is precious, child." says the Queen with a hint of impatience in her voice.

"I-I need an army." blurts out Dany. She had prepared an entire speech with arguments and everything but she got distracted. "I am the rightful heir of the Iron Throne of Westeros and I intend to take back what's mine. To do so, I need an army. Will you help me, your Grace?"

Regina

Regina stares at the young girl for a moment. An army. To take back her throne. Just like that. In a way, she admires the tenacity and courage of this girl. She reminds her of herself in a way. Wanting something and going beyond your comfort zone to obtain it. But is that enough for her to win back her crown?

"An army?! And do you intend to pay that army? How are you going to lead them? Do you have allies to help you in that land you call yours by right? Are people expecting you there?"

"Well... no, not exactly..."

"It's an easy question, either there is, or not. So which one is it?" says the Queen calmly.

Dany remains silent. Regina sees the conflict on her face. She suddenly realizes that this young girl is very much like her. She has no one. No place she can call home. No one to help her. Alone. Alone and tired. She is probably hungry too judging by the bones you can clearly see under her white and delicate skin.

Regina sighs.

"Look. I can't promise you an army right now. I have my own battles to fight. However, you can stay here as long as you like. You'll need for nothing. There is food, shelter, clothing. Your children are welcome here too. No one will touch them, I'll make sure of that. No offence, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, but you look like a mess and I'm sure you don't want to appear weak to your people when you get there."

The Queen knows that it's an offer the Khaleesi shouldn't refuse. But if the roles were reversed, would she take it? Would she put her quest on hold for a soft bed and warm meals? However, there is something in Daenerys. Something Regina can't quite put her finger on. Something that captivates the Queen. Maybe the long silver hair. Maybe the delicate features. Maybe she just wants to compare her own suffering to another's she suspects is very much alike.

Regina stands up from her throne and approaches the still silent girl in front of her. The biggest of her dragons, Drogon, gives a hiss but when he sees his mother staying still, he backs down, noticing the absence of danger as Regina offers her hands in a calming gesture, proving she has no intent of hurting anyone.

She comes right in Dany's personal space, puts a strand of hair back behind her ear and carresses her cheek. The Khaleesi, deeply touched by the softness and the kindness in the touch, lowers her gaze.

"How old were you?" whispers the Queen. Dany looks back at her, questioning her in silence. So the Queen asks her again. "I was 18. How old were you when you were forced into marriage?"