I love the concept of being a bastard in the presence of a queen. The subtle differences of how they are treated just because of one missing aspect. Marriage. Enjoy;)

I kneeled as Daenerys took off her robe and turned down the bed. I didn't know what else to do.

"What are you doing," she asked in confusion. I looked up at her with anxiety flooding my veins.

"What would you have me do, your grace?" My eyes locked with hers and I saw the anger in them. She walked over to me in all her glory. I couldn't help but gasp.

"I told you to call me Dany, especially when we're alone. And you will not act like a slave. I hate even the thought of owning a slave," she hissed. I tensed as she pulled me from the ground swiftly. She gazed at me with an unknown emotion as I looked down at her. "I meant what I said. You are beautiful."

I blushed violently. Our proximity was maddening. No matter how I hated the thought of being a whore, I wanted her.

That made me hate myself more.

"Thank you, Dany," I whispered. Her name tasted odd on my tongue but she smiled at its usage. It faded as her hands began to carress my skin.

"I have only been with one woman. Ive missed it quite a lot. So much that I took on a consort," she said shaking her head. She seemed to hate the idea. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Her nails grazed over my abdomen muscles and I hissed at the sensation.

"Yes, a few times." She chuckled under her breath at my confession. She pushed my robe back and it fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"And men?" Her fingers twist my nipple lightly and the other grasps my throat. It feels so good.

The feeling of being dominated. By her.

"None," I moaned. Her fingers constrict before releasing. She smiles proudly at my confession.

"Good. They don't deserve to have you. None are worthy," she growls. Her mouth moves to my nipple with little effort. The Gods blessed me with height.

"And you are worthy?" I speak breathlessly.

A scream ripped from my throat as her teeth clamped down. My hand shot to her hair instinctively.

I subconsciously marvel at the soft texture.

"I will show you just how worthy, Dragonborn," she said quietly. Her smile is predatory and suddenly I am a little afraid.

And turned on.

It has been one month. One long month of being the queen's personal whore. I should not be complaining. I should be rejoicing in the fact that I am the only one that gets to taste her. That gets to pull her hair and fuck her hard with that odd toy she has. It makes me feel like a man but it's fun.

I looked down once more at the armor she insisted I wear. She had gotten it made for me after learning about my swordsmanship. My father had a sword in my hand since before I could walk.

The Blackfyre sigil lay in the center of my silver breatsplate proudly. My cape was red velvet with the sigil sewn in there as well.

My fathers Valyrian greatsword, Solfyre, hung just so in its sheath upon my back. I felt like a mini version of my him.

I felt comfortable for once.

"She will never love you," a voice sneered behind me. I turned around with one hand on the hilt of my sword.

Daario Naharis stood there glaring in all his annoying glory. He looked pissed.

"That is not my job," I said boredly. Despite the overwhelming attraction I held, I knew we would never be together. I was a bastard no matter how close to hers my blood was. "I just fuck her."

He growled at my statement and stepped forward dangerously. I didn't even flinch but I smirked at his emotional reaction. Men are so weak.

"You are just her whore. You could never give her what I could, bastard," he snarled. My face went black at his insult. If he thought he was the only one to say that he was a fool.

"What can you give her? Enlighten me."

He smirked and grabbed his crotch. I refused to throw up on the beautiful floor. Instead I gagged.

I already had the pleasure of giving her that.

"She loved it when I fucked her. When I fucked her like a dog." Rage boiled over inside me but I kept my body relaxed. I pulled Solfyre free with little effort and watched his face drain of blood.

"Say again," I hissed. I strode forward with the intent to kill. I wanted to see his blood paint the floor the same color as the walls.

Crimson.

"Kaede! What is the meaning of this?" My queen's voice was shrill behind me. I watched Daario shrivel with fear before turning to her.

"This man just proclaimed how you loved it when he fucked you like a dog. I didn't know you were a canine, your grace," I said innocently. Her eyes veiled with rage and she marched toward him with Greyworm and Missandei in tow.

The handmaiden grinned at me as she passed.

"You fool. I sent you away for a reason. The reason being that I didn't want you anymore. That still applies," she growled. I smirked at him as his head fell. "Greyworm, arrange for him to be escorted away. If he comes back, take his head."

My smile fell a little at that. I felt a bit bad for him as I watched him kneel at her feet and announce his undying love. I know how bad it hurt to be rejected so harshly. I had felt that soul crushing pain many a time.

As he was dragged away, I thought on his words from before. She would never love me. He was right. I would only ever be her whore. Her bastard whore with no living family to return to. My eyes pricked at the realisation.

Even her hand in mine didn't take away the pain.