Daenerys I

All was calm at the dothraki sea, no wind blew and the sun shone bright outside the main tent. The people and horses were fed and time itself seemed to be standing still. Yet, she could not sleep, the camp was unbearably hot and she kept having that same good damn dream. Daenerys sighed, it was the heat. The heat, not the dream, that had woken her. She did not know why she kept dreaming of a blue flower on a wall of ice. At first she had found it to be a beautiful dream, but now it just angered her that she could not discover its meaning.

Remembering the dream made her weary, there were other things to worry about: a khalasar, a captive and foremost a way back to Meereen. Daarios life lay at hands of the yunkish army, was he still alive? She fretted over the idea, making her way across the camp. She had to return, her children needed her and Ser Baristan probably thought her dead by now. However, Drogon refused to fly at that direction. He would fly south, he would fly north, he would fly west, but never east. The fighting pit was still a memory and he was a strong willed dragon, just like herself.

As she passed through, the dothraki women shouted after her –'Khaleesi! Khaleesi!' Dany knew she was not that, she was queen at Meereen and married. As much as Khal Jaqo wanted her to be his wife that could never be. It would be going into the past. Now the responsibility lay to her to find another way back to the city of her free people or again they would be slaves, the queen thought as she approached her captive tent. At the entrance still laid Raeghal with all its green emerald exuberance. Dany touched his head lightly and smiled as it puffed, hot smoke coming from its nose.

Since the night he had arrived the creature had not moved a meter away from her captive's tent. For tree days and tree nights, Drogon had urged him to fly and even fought him a bit, but the dragon would not move. It was almost as if he was guarding the man himself. No one could enter or leave the place, least Daenerys was present. Day after day, she stood at the door and released the dothraki bed maid and guard from their duty, under the distrustful copper watching eyes of Raeghal.

She was getting sick and tired of the routine. What was it with this undersized ugly thing, the queen thought as she made her way towards the dwarf's straw bed. She looked down on him and sighed, her patience wearing fin as there was no sign of the little man waking up. Jaqo said they should leave him behind, he was slowing them down. They where only two days ride of Selhorys and the Khal was growing restless of the halt Dany had obliged him to make. She too wanted to leave the small captive behind, but she feared Raeghal would have stayed behind with him.

Breaking apart of Raeghal was inconceivable to her, her heart constricted at the thought. Nevertheless, the prospect of the dwarf opening his eyes were getting slimmer by the hour. She was surprised he was even alive. When Raeghal had arrived with this small bleeding man at his mouth, all people thought he was a dead prey. But the dragon laid the body at her feet, while Drogon took a sniff of him. Neither had bitten the little man. Daenerys groaned this was the last day she would endure this. He would wake today or she would kill him and then Raeghal would leave his carcass behind.

Determined the queen made her way to the bed table, a bucket of water laid on top of it. Slowly she took a hold of it and walked to the captive's bed. She wondered if he came from Meereen, as she poured the all cold water over his big uncomely head. Suddenly, Dany gasped and took a step back as the little man jolted on his bed and started coughing up gules of water. She could not help but laugh at the comical scene, as the little ugly wet thing woke up, fell to floor with a thud while looking from a side to the other.

-'Where am I'? the Dwarf screamed highly, looking disoriented. She covered her mouth to keep from laughing and turn her back to him as to regain composure. He spoke the common tongue, this was good. It took a moment to breath in and out, before she could say – 'This is Kahl Jaqos khalasar'. The queen knew she had to turn around and face her captive if she wanted to inquire him, but a laughing girl could not be a menacing inquisitor. She was glad he had awaken for killing the small man would not go easy with Raeghal.

The tent was silent for a while; maybe he is planning a way of escape. The thought made Daenerys chuckle. His little stumped legs could never be faster then hers and the state he was in… she would be surprised if he managed to walk. Raeghal black teeth had pierced his small armor making gruesome punctures in his chest and his back was a purple gash probably a sword had hit him in the back. There was a horrible cut at his face and a piece of his nose was missing, but that wound seemed older.

She could hear him arranging himself back at the bed. However, she was startled when the little man spoke, his voice hoarse from to much sleep. –' Am I so ugly you can not, bear answer me to face, honey?'. Anger bubbled down her veins as she took meaning and turned sharply to face the dwarf, eyes squinted burning with rage. But before she could answer he said - Have I gone to heaven or are you Daenerys, the storm born?

This man knows me, this changes the table Dany thought whilst analyzing him. A green eye and a black eye looked back at her inquiringly; blonde hair almost white fell to his temple. She smiled and said –'It is discourteous for a man to know a lady's name, before proclaiming his own name first.' Let's see what he does with that Daenerys thought proudly, but was surprised when he dropped to the floor and got on his knees before her. –' I sorry my lady. Hugor Hill at your service.'

If it was that easy kneel, the injuries must be healing faster than it appeared. And the lying easier yet the queen reasoned. She inhaled deeply and said –'Time is of the essence Dwarf, I have no time for name playing. Speak the truth or become Dragon's food. Choose wisely, choose now. I will not stand for lies.' The dwarf looked taken back by that and emitted a low groan sound. He said – 'My queen will excuse me. Only yesterday, I remember a dragon and being hacked off the land. I am still weak, hungry and thirsty. The war…Everything is was so confusing at Meereen."

For a moment Dany could not take breath, she felt faint, her head filled with images of Meereen under attack. –'It has been three days', the queen said miserably as she filled a cup of water. She had to find a way to return if only Raeghal would cope. As if by clue the dragon showed his head in the entrance of the tent, entering sideways he squeezed his way in between the furniture and stopped just before the dwarf's bed. The little man looked at it with awe, but seemed unafraid. He stretched his hands and lightly touched the green scales of raeghal's nose. –'He seems to like you.' Daenerys said smiling.

-'Dragons only like Targaryen blood and I have Lannister in both sides.' the man whispered looking down at the floor. Daenerys squinted her eyes at him again, she had heard tales of the usurpers before. Lannisters were tall, beautiful, rich people with hair as blonde as gold. Although one would do well not to be deceived by their appearances, for they were as treacherous and dangerous as a lion. The little man standing before her was neither tall, nor beautiful, or rich it appeared.

Yet he had survived and her dragon liked him. Daenerys also was starting to feel a fondness towards the Dwarf, she thought as she handed him the cup of water. Only a fool would make such blood claim to her, so he must be at least honest. Daenerys looked at him in earnest and said –'I swore to scrape all Lannisters from the world with fire and blood.' Out of the blue the alleged Lannister said – 'I have made the same promise myself' and bent over laughing whilst holding at his middle.

Dany jumped backwards a little and Raeghal too was startled by his laughed and ended up roaring at the little man. Sir Baristan had mentioned there were three heirs to castle rock. If what her captive said was true, one of them was sitting right in front of her, the one the old Knight had called deceitful imp. What was his name again, Daenerys tried to remember. He had killed the king and his own father – Tryion… is your name.

The Lannister raised his eyebrow at her tilting his big head sideways as if to study her. –'That is right' he chuckled 'Now what would my Queen wish in return for this marvelous guess?' Daenerys looked straight at him, she remembered rejoicing in the death of his family. Two Lannister less, if she killed him it would be three. – 'I want a way back to Meereen.' The dwarf nodded at her and said: - War was won by your side. But do not dwell in Meereen my lady, it is in Westeros that lays your destiny.

Fiery rage boiled Daenerys blood, she was a queen how dare that little slip of a man talk to her like… She was about to strangle him, when Raeghals fire hit her leg and brought her out of her daze. She frowned at the green dragon. Tryon was looking at her like she had grown another head. She sighed and grumbled - 'You are my captive Ser, not my adviser'.

There must be Targaryen blood the queen thought, my dragon protects him even from myself. The dwarf stood up by holding Raeghal's neck and said - An adviser perhaps I am not. But there is knowledge in me and of this you can make use. Aegon your nephew is alive and well, he should be in Westeros by now conquering the realm. Join forces with him and be queen of your land again. And I will finish of the rest of the Lannisters.

So there it was revenge, Tyrion was after revenge on his family. And lying about her own family to make her run back to Westeros. Her heart burned at her chest, she could almost cry as she shouted accusingly – 'And you will have me abandon my people!'. Tyrion sighed, petted Raeghal and announced his advice: -'They are not your people. If you keep doubling back you will never see your people. And trust me they are in dire need of a just queen.

Daenerys sighed and threw herself at a nearby chair, being a good queen was much harder than she was told. She could not go back, Myr was her best shot at getting back to Westeros. However, she could not abandon Meereen. Tyron must have been reading her mind because he interrupted her thoughts by saying: - 'Head to Myr with the Khalasar, I will double back with Raeghal to Meereen and bring all the ships we have need to make our way across to Westeros.

Daenerys rubbed her head tiredly; it would do well to feed the dwarf before sending him on such trip. Raeghal would take him she was sure, the dragon had three heads and she was afraid she had just found the second head. She stood up and spoke sternly: - Myr IS MY best shot…You will bring me Ser Baristan, Daario, the unsullied and others who serve me. Then and only then, we will go meet this supposed nephew.