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Circumstances drove her to leave Meereen. Basically, she wanted the Iron Throne, staying in Meereen was temporary (she said she had to learn how to rule over one city before she would rule Westeros).

In this AU things changed a bit in her storyline. She still conquered cities and freed slaves and took Meereen but because of the different experiences she had, her personality also became slightly different. (She didn't lock up her dragons for example.)

And now, we're in 300 AC. She had an army (the Unsullied and sellsword companies) and a fleet huge enough to sail to Westeros. The Meereenese made a deal with her and she left.

Giants plus bows, good idea. Fortunately for the northerners, Daenerys focuses on the south for now.


Dragonrider

Theon is walking alongside the parapet when he notices Daenerys. She stands halfway by the wall. With her elbows on the stones she is watching the courtyard beneath. One of her dragons is there, the white and gold and with him… Theon quickens his steps and goes to the queen, trying to remain composed.

"Ser Theon," she greets him.

"Just Theon, please. I'm not a real knight, I have never fought in a battle or done anything to earn it." He leans to the wall next to Daenerys and gestures towards the beast and Shireen. "Won't he hurt her, right?"

It does not seem probable but that is still a dragon.

"No, I wouldn't allow him. Besides, Viserion likes her. More than that. Something has changed since they met." Daenerys frowns, but looks rather content than annoyed. "I think he chose her as his rider."

Theon draws himself up and following him Daenerys steps away the wall.

"No way," he declares. "Shireen can't ride a dragon. It's too dangerous."

"Life is dangerous, Theon," she says in a lecturing voice. "Even in a castle's safety. Even for a highborn child."

"I know. But she is just a little girl."

"She won't stay that long. I know it better than the most." Her left arm, the one with the silver hand flinches.

"We'll see," Theon replies.

Daenerys turns from him and looks towards the courtyard again but she can see neither Shireen, nor the dragon. She is lost in thought, her forehead wrinkled.

"Have dinner with me," she says suddenly.

Before Theon could answer, she glances at him and continues in a colder, warning tone:

"It's not merely a cordial request, castellan."

Theon takes a step back and bows.

"I'll do what you order me, my queen."