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Tyrion tapped his fingers on the table lightly, becoming more impatient by the second. He could be drinking or having a mid-day snack in one of the Meerenese whores. Instead, the entire counsel he is waiting on the orphan to walk through the door. He figured there wasn't much she could be doing. Unless..
"Do you think the killer has gotten herself a nice whore," Tyrion asked Daenerys, eyebrows lifted to the gods. Her face scrunched up in confusion and she scowled.
"That sounds like a good idea right about now. Too bad she didn't ask me," Yara said, rolling her dark eyes. Daenerys discreetly shot the woman a scathing look and turned away. Tyrion paused, noticing her sudden annoyance. He smirked. More new developments.
Aries came bursting through the door finally, looking a bit out of breath. Her hair was hanging around her face, braid completely forgotten. When she sat down at the table, Tyrion let out a small chuckle.
"It seems that I was correct."
Aries narrowed her eyes at him and opened her mouth to speak. Daenerys cut her off immediately. "Kind of you to finally join us, Lady Blackheart." Aries held back a laugh at how irritated she sounded. It was like she suspected her of a conspiracy.
"I got caught up with the Dothraki before I could make it inside. Just a little more practicing. Did I miss anything?"
Daenerys visibly calmed down a bit and Tyrion hide his laugh with a cough, which she ignored. "No. Let us begin. Lord Varys, what news do you have for me?"
Aries tuned them out when she heard nothing of importance to her. Instead, she took to looking at the people around the table. Yara looked like a worthy opponent. Strong build. Intense posture. However, her brother looked shaky. His eyes moved around the room like he was waiting for someone to attack. Aries wondered what had happened to him.
She caught the eye of Ellaria Sand out of nowhere and she blinked in surprise. The woman wasn't much for talking to her but she loved to stare. Her fingers carressed the grain in the wood slowly. It was almost sensual. Aries felt slightly uncomfortable when the woman smirked at her.
"Lady Blackheart," Daenerys called, glaring at her. Aries almost jumped but she caught herself, flicking her eyes to the queen quickly. "I asked what you think about leaving in a months time."
She took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "That is fine. You should be proficient enough by then. I don't intend to stop training you after we set sail. However, I have a few things that need to be said."
Daenerys leaned forward slightly, intrigued. She gestured for her to go on and Aries nodded. "You need armor and so do your dragons. Cersei will, no doubt, be trying to find ways to take you both down. You also need a saddle if you plan to fly them into battle. Your safety is paramount," she said, matter of factly. When she saw she had their attention she continued.
"Most importantly, I highly suggest that you contact the Iron Bank before Cersei does. You will have more sway with them, seeing as the crown is in debt. With the bank behind you, you are guaranteed the throne."
Tyrion facepalmed, realizing his oversight once again. Daenerys blinked and nodded slowly. She was beginning to feel a lot more respect for the woman. "Of course. Tyrion, please have our smithies begin crafting the finest armor for myself and my dragons. I will trust that you know my taste. And send a raven to the Iron Bank. Tell them I wish to procure an alliance."
"Yes, your grace. Right away," he said distractedly, giving a salute. In his mind, he was trying to figure out how he hadn't thought of this before. He blamed it on the wine.
Daenerys turned to Aries, trying not to think about how majestic her hair looked. It reminded her of a lion, the way it framed her face. "Do you have anymore of these improvements? You seem to have thought about this a lot more than my own counsel," she asked coyly, lips twitching into a small smirk.
Aries bit her lip and tried to keep from blushing. She had become more important than she planned. She paused suddenly, remembering something important. Aries wondered how she forgot about the spy. Her eyes flicked to said person cautiously.
"Your grace, I wish to speak to you in private. It is a personal matter."
Daenerys' brows rose and she almost refused. But, she saw the small signs of stress on the girl's face. "Of course, this counsel meeting is dismissed. I will see you all at dinner."
Aries watched the others leave, ignoring Ellaria's piercing gaze. Daenerys' eyes narrowed into slits, watching the Dornish queen's lustful gaze. Something inside her wanted to snap at the woman but she let her leave, feeling confused. She would go over this later.
Aries made her way over to her, bracing her hands on the table. The queen could tell this wouldn't be good news. "I trust that you remember when I spoke of a spy," she asked, looking at her expectantly.
Daenerys' eyes went stony and she nodded slowly. "You weren't trying to escape certain death?"
Aries chuckled quietly and shook her head. Of course not. "No, I don't care about death," she said dismissively, leaning forward to whisper. There were eyes everywhere and even more ears. The queen listened intently as Aries whispered the identity of the spy into her ear.
When Aries pulled away, Daenerys' face was completely red with rage. The killer wanted to assure her that everything would be fine but it wasn't her place. "How did you procure this information? How do I know this is true?"
"I was friends with a servant of Cersei Lannister. She found a letter from him, stating certain things that only someone close to you could know. Like your very fresh alliance with the two Greyjoys and the number of ships in your fleet," Aries lies smoothly. Not even feeling an once of remorse, per usual. She didn't need her to know about her dealings with Cersei yet.
Daenerys gritted her teeth and stood from her chair abruptly. The queen walked away from the woman, moving to her balcony. She felt surrounded by traitors now, by people she could not trust. Aries watched her solemnly, coming to stand beside her. She felt bad for the woman. Being lied is one of the worst feelings.
"I ask that you leave him alive until you arrive at Dragonstone. Cersei needn't know that you know. No one needs to know that you know."
Daenerys nodded, looking out over the city with tired eyes. "Why does one knife in the back feel like a thousand," she asked quietly. Aries sighed and shook her head, bracing her hand on the balcony wall.
"Because when one person you trust lies to you, you realize that a thousand more have and will. Everyone lies, Daenerys. The severity of the lie is what varies."
Daenerys looked over at the woman wondering where all of this wisdom came from. There was still so much she didn't know but she felt that she could trust her already. She knew it was dangerous to feel that way. Even more dangerous to want to know everything about her, and to enjoy her presence so much.
Aries turned to the queen in surprise as a dainty hand smoothed over her own. It was warm, as it had been that morning. No doubt the dragon blood inside her was at play. Aries composed herself under the queen's gaze and grabbed her hand cautiously. She was not used to displays of affection.
Daenerys turned the girl's hand over in her own, marveling at the softness like she had before. There were many small scars but they were beautifully healed. In the back of her mind, she remembered that these hands were dangerous, but they felt nice in her own.
"If I asked you for a dancing lesson right now, would you concede," Daenerys asked, smiling softly down at their hands.
Aries hid her surprise just barely. She silently wondered where this was coming from. Just days ago, this woman was threatening to have her head. "I would. Lest you take my denial as a slight," she said, pulling her closer. Aries moves them into position, trying to ignore the heat between them.
"Where did you learn to dance, Aries," Daenerys asked, tasting the girl's name on her tongue. Though it was her father's name, it held none of the negative feelings she associated with him.
The girl was thankful that her blush could not be seen. She had always hated it when her parents spoke her name, but she could get used to hearing it from her.
"My father sent for a Bravosi water dancer to train me when I was young. We danced and danced until one day, he gave me a sword. The sword I had when I arrived here. That is how I got these scars on my hands. He was a strict bastard," Aries said, chuckling at the end. She missed the man. He used to help her with learning languages and much more. He was more like a father than her own.
Daenerys watched a stony look fall over Aries' face and she licked her lips. There was something about this stranger. Not just her attractiveness but a dangerous quality that pulled her in. It didn't help that those strong arms were wrapped around her so deliciously tight. Daenerys decided to take a chance.
She slid her hands up to her neck, fingertips tickling up her nape. Aries looked down at the queen, body shivering against her will. She cursed herself when Daenerys' lips curled into a small smirk. Her body tensed up as those hands moved to her face, becoming very nervous for the first time in a long time.
Daenerys pulled the taller woman down, staring at those juicy red lips. Aries gripped her hips hard as she moved closer, noses bumping against one another. The heat coursing through her veins was foreign to her. Every whore she bedded had never elicited this much arousal in her.
Daenerys saw the hungry look in her eyes and celebrated. Before, those black eyes looked upon her with nothing but calculation. Now, they are still so much different from other men. Like Daario Naharis and his awe filled gazes. Aries looks at her like she wants to devour her. This woman saw the real her and still wanted her. She saw passed regal facade and into the self conscious young girl she tried to hide.
She couldn't control herself anymore.
She smashes their lips together hard, pressing her body against the woman. Aries' eyes are wide before she realizes what is going on. Her hands move all over the queen's body, marveling in the curves and soft skin until they wrap around a silver braid. Daenerys moans as teeth catch her lip and a hand pulls her head back.
Aries thrusts her tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste. Daenerys' hands wander down the woman's body, squeezing and carressing. Aries moans as those hands travel lower, moving to where she wants them most. Her body arches into the touch, the small hand carressing her through her trousers.
However, when those small hands moved to remove them she panicked. Aries came back to her senses, grabbing them. Daenerys looked a bit irritated.
"We cannot go any further," she rasped. The queen opened her mouth to speak but Aries gave her a hard look. "Daenerys, I came here to help put a just ruler on the iron throne. What we are doing can only end in disaster. Do you understand?"
Daenerys felt like a child being denied a toy. No man had ever refused her. They were practically her thralls. All of them were either in love with her or practically ready to sneak into her chambers at night. But Aries just had to be different in everything. It frustrated her to no end. From what her hands and eyes had discovered, she would be missing out on a lot of she didn't get her way.
She pulled away from Aries, readying to argue, but they jumped suddenly as the dinner bell rang throughout pyramid. The queen sighed and moved away from her, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.
"Come, we cannot be late. I wish to introduce you to the rest of my people," she said stoically, padding toward the door. Aries bit her lip and grabbed the queen's arm, turning her around. Gods, her anger hotter than seven hells.
"This is the last you'll taste of these lips," Aries said, smirking as the queen pressed against her body. She pressed their lips together hesitantly at first, until her hormones took over. It had been a long time.
The killer grabbed the back of thw queen's neck, dominating the kiss completely. Seeing the silver haired woman so frustrated turned her on more than anything. She knew this was wrong but one last time. Daenerys felt like she was drowning as Aries took control of her so deliciously.
However, it was over before it could go where she wanted it. The door burst open, sending them jumping away from each other.
Missandei and Grey Worm blushed heavily as Daenerys gave them a scathing look. "Your grace, we've come to escort you to dinner," she said sheepishly. Her eyes travelled to Aries, noticing the way she hid her lower half behind the table. Missandei turned back to the queen immediately.
"Of course, my apologies. Come Aries, dinner awaits," she said, smirking. Aries placed her hands over her crouch and followed behind them slowly.
She wondered how she made it into this position so quickly and how she could keep herself from losing sight of the endgame. Also, trying not to stare at Daenerys' arse. Aries shook her head and steeled herself. She decided that she had to keep to her word. She had one objective and it had nothing to do with sex or feelings.
She will only get me killed.