The first thoughts of Daenerys Targaryen considering her fiancee were these: He is dreadful, selfish, and certainly not worthy of receiving her mother's map!
Joffrey Baratheon was the worst suitor a girl could possibly have. All simpering, with a hint of violence underneath. He kissed her hand and began to fawn over her, something Daenerys hated with all her heart.
''My lady, would you care to take a walk?'' he asked her, Daenerys merely nodded with her head, and took his arm, walking outside. The moon was high, full, and silvery in the sky, and Daenerys thought that her hair matched the moon, for it was a silvery-white color, styled fashionably, and her gown matched the night sky, and was sewn with silver.
Everything in Dragonstone was beautiful tonight, and yet her fiancee cast an appalling shadow over it all. Why was her father so determined to marry her off to him? What did her father Aerys Targaryen see in him? When he attempted to kiss her, she pulled away, and headed back inside.
That night, Daenerys's maid, Irri, helped her undress and get into her linen bed-shift, before taking the warming-pan, heating it in the fire, and sliding it between the bedcovers to make them warm.
''Thank you, Irri.'' Daenerys smiled. She slid under the covers, warm and cozy, made so by the warming-pan.
''You're welcome, Miss Targaryen.'' Irri curtsied, and moved to leave the room. Once Irri had left the room, Daenerys slid out of bed and opened the false-bottomed drawer of her drawer chest, pulling out an old, folded map. Tucking the map in her nightgown, she returned to bed, and blew out the candle.
The next morning, she woke up, and Irri came in to help her get dressed in busk and gown, Dany pulling a mob cap over her hair.
''Do tell me that Mr Baratheon shall not be gracing us with his company for dinner?'' She questioned as Irri pulled the laces of her gown tight, and tied them into a small bow.
''Not tonight, Miss Targaryen. Your brother will, though, with his new wife.'' Irri answered. She, of course referred to Dany's older brother Viserys and his wife Doreah, an old friend of Dany's. Even though she could barely stand her brother, she did like Doreah very much. And he was better then Joffrey, somewhat. Still, it would be good to see Doreah, she thought.
Irri finished, dropping a small curtsey, and Dany went down-stairs, finding her father complaining that the cook had given him overcooked eggs and burnt bread, and-had he not asked for peppers, lightly roasted?! Today was not one of his good days, if he had one of those.
''Good morning, father.'' she said, sitting down to a bowl of porridge, which she poured honey onto and began eating delicately,a servitor setting down the pot of freshly made tea in front of her and her father so they could pour it into teacups and drink.
''Did you enjoy Mr Baratheon's company last night?''
''Well,'' Dany began, ''He was-he was...He reminded me of your friend Ramsay Bolton. The one who was arrested last year for assaulting young Miss Poole and sent off to prison for fourteen years.'' Her father frowned at her, starting to growl in anger.
''Never mind, father. I think he would have liked me better if I killed a horse.'' Dany sighed, and returned to eating breakfast.
After breakfast, Dany considered her plans. Joffrey Baratheon was not a pirate, therefore she could not hand over her mother Rhaella's treasure map to him if he should ask for it, which he certainly would.
In fact, that was why she suspected her father had chosen him. The only thing her father knew about the clause in his wife's will, was that Dany had to give her husband the map. However, Mother had made it certain that Dany could choose to give her husband the map, or not. If, however, he was a man of the law, she could not. If he was a pirate, she could give him the map, and she could choose not to. Her father didn't know about that little part, as that had been something only Rhaella and Dany knew, and her mother's lawyer, as her mother had wished for a lawyer of her own. Dany supposed it was to keep secrets from Father.
Now, then, what was she to do about it? She could find something that would render Joffrey Baratheon a scandal. No, that would not work at all. There was nothing wrong with him except his love for violence.
Perhaps she could run away. But, no. Everyone in Westeros knew what she looked like. Her family was of Valyrian blood, and their looks were well-known and admired. Anyone would recognize her instantly. And she would not ask Viserys for help. Viserys had a tendency to get very drunk, and when in his cups, he would reveal things by accident to the wrong people.
So she was back where she had started. What was she going to do? And thanks to her father's horrible mood swings, she had very little of friends when it came to them. There was Doreah, and poor dear Shireen Baratheon, Joffrey's greyscale-afflicted cousin. Shireen was much nicer then Joffrey.
Dany began to pace, having gotten up from the bench she was sitting on. There must be some way she could prevent Joffrey Baratheon from getting her mother's map-of course! That was it.
She could disguise herself as a boy, and board some ship heading for the Iron Islands, where pirates were said to hide. Of course, she would have to cut her hair short, for it was not the fashion to wear hats in Westeros. Of course, it was so in Essos, so not too short. Dany would make the rest of her plans once she got there, but for now, she would plan her escape.