It had been weeks since Daenerys had heard that Ser Jorah was bringing Tyrion Lannister to King's Landing. She wished they would just hurry up about it. She had a hatred for the Lannisters that would not be fed until all of them are dead. She had heard rumours that Jaime Lannister was still lurking around, away from King's Landing, of course. We will get him through his brother's screams. She smiled at the thought. "Oh Asha, you are hopeless. Daenerys said as her companion moved her large hands through her silver hair. Dany pulled them away.
"I tried, my lady. I wasn't raised to be a Queen's handmaiden. I was raised to be a queen."
Daenerys turned to face her. She had spoken too quickly, too severe. Daenerys knew what it was like to be little more than a prisoner. "And you will be." She gave a small smile. She dismissed Asha to go to town and search for a handmaiden, fit for dressing, bathing, and arranging her hair. At this point in time, she wished she had the company of some of her Dothraki handmaidens, or Missandei. She was glad to be in Westeros, but there was still a call for the past. Dany felt so out of place here. When she held court with Stannis, the people in rags snickered at her clothes and even the way she spoke—as to say you are not a queen.
There was a fast knock at the door. "Daenerys!" It could only be one.
"Come in, Shireen." Dany smiled.
Shireen, although pratically a grown woman, treated Daenerys as her friend and future mother. They had been planning what to wear for her wedding. Truly, Shireen had arranged more than was needed. She worked with the gardener to choose flowers to decorate the Great Hall; she wanted to make sure everything was beautiful. Dany felt that the gowns that she had known were not fine enough for a wedding and that she should at least compel herself to look like a Westerosi bride. She just didn't know what to wear. All of the colours that were considered fine and fair did not fit her complexion and clashed with her hair.
"This is hopeless." she said as she put on a light pink gown and turned to Shireen.
"You look fine...but it does clash."
"Gold, pink, green, none of this is working."
"Why don't you wear the colors of your house?" She heard Stannis' voice say as he entered the room.
"We already tried red, daddy," Shireen said matter of factly.
"What about black with red accents? Did you try that?" Shireen sighed.
"Will you excuse us Shireen?"
"Why don't you go share your new idea with Madame?"
"Yes!" Shireen said excitedly. Stannis always had to make some excuse to call his daughter away from the Queen.
Daenerys smiled as they were finally left alone, "I had no idea you knew so much about dresses."
Stannis laughed. They said he didn't laugh. "Tyrion Lannister has been found by our patrol."
"Where is he?" Daenerys turned, looking away from the mirror and stopped fussing with her hair.
"He's in the cells, with Jorah Mormont."
"I see." It had been years since she had seen Ser Jorah. Though she found herself longing for his company since she'd been in King's Landing, now that he was here she didn't know what to think of him.
"Ser Barristan told me of your history together."
"Oh yes?"
"Yes. I thought it kind to come to you and ask you what to do with him."
"I heard that you were never kind."
"I suppose I'm not, maybe I've grown kinder recently." He studied Daenerys's face.
"You loved him once."
"I did, but he loved me more than it was proper. He called me to forgive him, when he didn't deserve it. I don't suppose I have."
Stannis coughed awkwardly. Things had gotten much too personal for his taste, though he took a small pleasure in it. "I say we hang them both."
"Yes." Daenerys said sadly.
"Of course, tomorrow. You have till tomorrow to decide if you will execute him."
Stannis left her.
"They say he's not kind." Daenerys told Asha after dinner.
"He may be softening for you."
Dany scoffed. "I wouldn't say that."
"He at least values your opinion."
"Leave me, Asha."
Asha had turned into a good friend, but this was a decision that she needed to make herself. She traveled down where they kept, Drogon. She often came in here, usually late at night. She was a dragon. Sometimes she was tempted to free him, but then what? It made her sad to see him shackled. We are both in chains, in a way. Ser Jorah was her weakness, especially of late. All she thought of lately how nice it would be to have him around- to admire and love her. Would it be so nice outside of her head? How would he act with her lord husband? She could take no chances. She looked into Drogon's eyes. A dragon cannot be loved. She had made a decision. She would take Jorah home.
"Oh this is much better." Dany said checking her hair in the mirror. Asha had made a good choice in handmaiden. She had asked for her to do the style of Southern lady's hair. She wanted to look like a true queen today as she heard her enemies scream.
Stannis waited for her before the fact. "Have you made your decision?"
"I have. We will execute them both."
Stannis looked very well today. It was their first public appearance as King and Queen. He did take politics very seriously. He was dead in a seaweed green cloak, with dark pants and Davos handed him his crown as they headed out.
Daenerys first saw the people of her city and smiled. A public execution always brought love, excitement, and devotion in people. She took her seat next to Stannis, as he let her arm go. It was not long until he was standing and declaring Tyrion and Jorah enemies of the crown. Dany stole a look at Jorah, he looked her with pleading eyes; she looked away. History aside, how could he consider Tyrion a friend? Tyrion was first. His body and head were position and the executioner was bracing himself to swing. He tried to say something, but his clever words could no longer save him. The people cheered. Daenerys looked away as Jorah was prepared to be killed; Stannis studied her for a minute before turning and listing his crimes. She let her eyes look, as the blade cut his neck clean. He was gone.
Stannis had asked Daenerys to join him for supper. She had found Jorah's death to be harder than she thought it would be. She couldn't get his eyes out of his mind.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Daenerys said and Stannis rose.
"The food held."
"Before we sit down, I wanted to say thank you—for letting me make a decision about Jorah."
"He harmed you, you should pass the sentence."
Daenerys smiled. "Yes."
Stannis pulled out her chair, close to him. She curtsied to him, before sitting down. Surprised for a minute, he bowed. They shared a smile. If steel can bend, maybe a dragon can love.
