The sun crested the horizon when Dany awoke, she sat at her little window and looked out at the world as it woke up. Business as usual started below her. Lord Petyr Baelish's brothel was stirring with patrons.

Dany's tiny attic room was her own little corner of the world. No one bothered her there, unless Lord Baelish or Ros needed her. The cold morning air settled through her night shift and Dany shivered. There was a sharp knock at the door and Dany slid off her perch to open it. Ros stood with a piece of parchment, her impatient foot tapped.

"You've got a lot to do today, better get started."

Ros was always matter of fact, sometimes being very blunt, but she was a busy woman. Lord Baelish boasted that Ros was his most prized possession and that only Dany rivaled her beauty. Petyr was always telling Dany she was beautiful, and she heard it a lot from the other patrons too. She was not for sale, but she did roam around and keep the food and drink flowing.

She dressed in the same faded blue dress she had had since Lord Baelish took her in. It had once been a beautiful dress with dagged sleeves that touched the floor. But Dany grew and the dressed now showed her ankles. She cut off the sleeves and opened up the bodice so it would fit better. She braided her hair and covered it with a headscarf before she headed into the street.

There weren't many people on the street yet and the sun started to warm the cobbles under her boots.

"Little town, it's a quiet village. Everyday, like the one before. Little town, full of little people. Waking up to say-"

A chorus of greetings sprung from the various venders and passerby.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same and bread and rolls to sell. Every morning just the same, since the morning that I came. To this poor provincial town."

"Good morning Dany!"

"Oh, good morning ser."

The baker was putting some rolls on his cart. Fresh baked lemon cakes sat next to them. They looked gooey and sweet. Dany, tempted to take one, stuffed her hands in the pockets of her dress to stop herself.

"And where are you off to today?"

"The cheese shop. Lord Baelish's asked me to pick up some today, but I think I can squeeze a visit in to-."

"That's nice. Maeri, the loaves! Hurry up!"

Dany rolled her eyes and picked up a lemon cake as the baker hurried back inside his shop. The warm cake melted on her tongue, the lemon stinging her taste buds. Whenever Lord Baelish ordered lemon cakes, Dany wasn't allowed to have them. For some reason, the taste reminded her of her childhood, something she couldn't remember.

"Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question." an elderly woman gossiped, "Dazed and distracted can't you tell."

"Never part of any crowd. Cause her head's up on some cloud." another woman joined in.

Dany continued down the street. She never cared what the people said about her because it didn't matter. She was nobody. Besides, she had somewhere to be.

"No denying she's a funny girl Dany."

There was one thing Dany did enjoy about the streets. Listening to the citizen's conversations as they passed by. A glimpse into the lives of other people.

"Hello"

"Good day."

"How is your family."

"Hello!"

"Good day."

"How is your wife?"

"I need six eggs."

"That's too expensive!"

"There must be more than this provincial life." Dany wondered.

She pushed open the door to a maester's quarters. There were little ones hidden everywhere, if one knew where to look. This maester was Dany's favorite. He always let her read the scrolls. That was the odd thing about Dany. She couldn't remember her childhood, but she could read the hardest words. Sometimes she taught the other girls in the brothel to read. It was the least she could do, since she had such a gift.

"Ah, Dany!" Maester Boggs greeted.

"Good Morning, I've come to return the book I borrowed."

Maester Boggs climbed down his ladder, the chain around his neck clinked in time with his steps. His quarters were small yet spacious. A fire burned in the hearth and several shelves of scrolls and books. Dany had read everything at least once.

"Done already?"

"I couldn't put it down. Got anything new?"
"Not since yesterday." Maester Boggs laughed.

"Oh, that's alright. I'll borrow this one."

Dany selected a book bound in a worn cover. It was older than her by centuries, but she loved the way the parchment smelled and the way the book fit into her hand.

"That one? But you've read it twice!"

"Well, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise…"

"If you like it all that much, it's yours."

"But Maester Boggs, I couldn't!" She had never owned anything besides her tattered old dress. This book would be her first real possession.

"I insist."

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

Dany hugged the maester and clutched the book to her chest. The street was even more crowded when she emerged. They all parted for Dany as she walked down the street, already entranced in her book.

"Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiar."

"I wonder if she's feeling well."

"With a dreamy, far-off look and her nose stuck in a book."

"What a puzzle to the rest of us is Dany."

A gaggle of children had gathered around her near the Merchant's Alley, All wanting to get a look at the parchment in her hands. These were the children that Dany read to when she had time. None of them could read, so she felt it was her responsibility to share stories with them.

"Oh, isn't this amazing! It's my favorite part because you'll see. Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him, 'till chapter three!"

"Well it's no wonder that she's such a beauty, her looks have got no parallel. But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid she's rather odd."

"Very different from the rest of us."

"She's nothing like the rest of us."

"Yes different from the rest of us is her."

The bells on the sept rang out their song, calling the people for midday prayer. Dany tucked her book away and hurried down the alley. The day was almost over and she hadn't made it to any of the stops that Lord Baelish had asked her to make.

Throngs of people lined the narrow street as they tried to get peeks at the stolen goods. Robert's Rebellion ended years ago, but there were always new things that belonged to the Targaryen's. On days when she hadn't dreamed away her mornings, she would stop and look at the trinkets.

Dany danced around the people, her light feet carrying her into a roadblock.

"Watch it!"

"I'm sorry." Dany turned and quickly cast her eyes down. "I can't lose this job, they're hard to come by."

When the stranger didn't say anything, she pulled her scarf tighter and hurried off through the crowd again. The cheese merchant wasn't far and she could pick up the wine there. If she was lucky, there would be fermented crab too. The need for cheese wasn't as great as it had been before the Rebellion, so the shops expanded their markets. One could find an array of things in the oddest places.

From the outside the store didn't seem busy, but there was a line of people waiting inside. Dany bumped into a few people, one woman voiced her complaints.

"Things were perfectly find the old way. I'm leaving on the next wagon here."

"Good luck. They've cracked down on paperwork. I hear it's color coded now." the man ahead of her whispered.

"I know a guy. Jon Snow, they call 'im. He's the guy that can get you anything."

A guy that could get you anything. Dany fiddled with the pendant on her necklace, a thing she did ever since she was young. The necklace found with her on the streets of King's Landing. An oval of silver with a engraving on the back. Together in Braavos.

"How do I find this Jon Snow?"

The woman considered Dany for a moment, then, in a low voice said, "In the old Broadhurst Tavern on the Street of Silk."

She looked around, "But you didn't hear it from me."

Dany nodded. The Broadhurst Tavern was on the opposite end of the Street of Silk from Lord Baelish's brothel. It was on her route back.