Part 1: The Voyage:

Rain would soon come. All knew that, for the ships were held at port. The sea was wilder than ever before, the waves crushing against the stakes, implanted in the sea bottom. A young woman, barely 20, was walking on the docks, searching for the right boat. Holding her coat firmly, she was unaffected by the unloving gushes of the wind. She had painted her hair brown, but her purple eyes would easily betray her. "Seven gods be praised if I get off without Father knowing", she murmured.

Several feet before her, she saw a group of men standing. They were dressed as merchants from the Free Cities. Each wore a long robe, in different, fluorescent colors with a golden belt around their waists. "Hello there.", she said, trying to sound as lowborn as possible. "Is it possible for ya to carry me across the Narrow Sea?" The men looked at the girl, then smiled. "Of course, m'lady. But does your father approve of such a long journey? It might be quite perilous for a maid like you." Her temper wore out, her hand closed into the dagger she hid under her cloak.

"I have no father, nor am I a lady. All I want is to be carried across. What would the prize be?" The man, called Da'aris said: "You can go with either one of us, but the prize would be unpayable for one o' yours." Saera smiled and showed something they had never seen before. It was round, but not perfectly, it was green, as if paint was thrown on the scales of a reptile. "Tell me, would a dragon egg buy me something?"

Da'aris went pale. "Of course, but, but, won't my grace miss 'em? And how did you get 'em?" "I got them from one of the princes, as a gift. Anyway, he won't miss it, a remarkable similar stone copy was put in place." The seaman smiled, took the egg, rubbed the top and said: "Whereto?" "Lys, if it pleases ya."

She was led to the ship of Da'aris. "Here she is, the Golden Maid. Beautifully, ain't she?" The cog was made of oaken wood, the sails were green and on top of the captain's cabin, there was a round steer. "Beautiful indeed. Where do I sleep?" The captain's cheeks ran red, for such boldness wasn't expected of a maid. "You may choose. I've got a sleeping cabin in the cog, or you can sleep next to me." He winked, as if suggesting more than sleeping. Saera knew the game they were playing. She stepped onto the deck, opened the door toward the captain's cabin, inspected it and continued: "Well, I'll let you choose, but I'd prefer here."

The man from Lys couldn't believe his ears. He can choose between sleeping with a fair maid or sleeping alone. "If you're fine, we might sleep together. We'll keep each other warm, for the weather can get cold." The girl was glad and looked forward to the voyage. "When we leaving?", she asked. Da'aris sniffed the salty sea air, said that foul weather was approaching, and they would depart in two days. Saera nodded and went back to the cabin. The seaman took the dragon egg and put it in the storage room.

Two days passed, before the ship could finally depart. The Targaryen princess looked back upon what was once called her home. Still that name was never near what it felt like for her. Her father had abandoned her, for she was always mischievous as a kid, even though she just wanted to have fun. If she hadn't escaped, this country would've become a prison, rather than a home.

A tear formed but was quickly wiped away by the back of her hand. She had to be glad. Instead of living her life as a Septa, or worse, a silent sister, adventure awaited her. Sighing, words began to form: "Da'aris." Da'aris came to her and asked what was wrong. "My name is Alayne, Alayne Waters." "Nice meeting you." His face was confused, as if only now realizing that he hadn't known her name.

After a day sailing, the time came to sleep. The sun dived in the Narrow Sea, and the moon was already searching her way through the water, enlightening small waves hither and thither. This landscape, where the stars, sprayed on the night sky, as if they were cheese on a spaghetti, completed the romantic picture Saera wanted. She was sitting on a chair in the cog, looking at the egg, seeing it weep green tears. I hope that Da'aris doesn't remark this. Gotta search a way to keep him busy….

Da'aris was standing there, looking at the sea, hearing steps coming to him. Two hands found their way to his belly, the head of his passenger on his left shoulder. "You know, nobody's watching us. Why can't we have … a little fun tonight, every night?" The sailor turned around, smiling. "Why not?" He kissed her, knowing that this journey might be the most fun he ever had.

All thirteen days and nights of sailing were spent in similar fashion. When the sun was blazing high in the sky, Da'aris was working, rubbing the deck and Saera watching over the egg, seeing it weep more and more, as if being homesick. When darkness fell, the moon climbed the ladder of the sky, and the stars were spread over it, it set the stage for wild events.

The fourteenth day, when the Lysian port was in sight, her life took a turn for the worse. She was sitting as usual, watching her egg with argus eyes. A knock on the door interrupted her, and she opened it. Da'aris stood there. "My dear, we're almost there. May I have look at my egg?" Saera's eyebrows were climbing her face, while she turned her eyes up in the air. "Of course,", she searched her knife, still hidden in her pocket, "But don't touch it." The man passed her, pinched her breast as if flirting, and looked at the egg.

"I knew it.", Da'aris looked at her, shocked and determined at the same time. "You will pay me immediately." For the first time in their voyage, her man was being stern and serious. "No, I won't. You've had the honor to sleep with a dragon. That's payment enough.", the smile disappeared, her eyes staring directly at him. The sailor couldn't believe what he heard. "You're not a dragon, you're a fucking bastard. All you did, was fucking me, while trying to diverge my attention from the egg. I know what game you play, but it ain't workin' with me." He raised his fist and hit the girl on her temple, knocking her back against the wall.

She was turned on her back, her skirt was ripped open, and Da'aris took her knife. Holding her hips with two hands, Da'aris thought for 2 seconds. "I might rape you, but I ain't that sort of a guy. You'll work as a whore in Lys until you've paid your debt."

Saera was dragged toward the second cabin. Da'aris stripped her naked, laid her on the bed and closed the door. Hours went by, all feeling like an eternity, for time was only an illusion over here. She was laying there in a small cabin, the wood drenched with seawater. In the distance she heard several guls, reminding her of Westeros. Every evening, after multiple mischiefs, she would come down to the dock, looking at the stars with Perianne and Alys. Oh, how they had enjoyed those walks. Nostalgia wouldn't help, nor would regret. Now, she had to focus on what was to come. The man she once scarcely knew, the man she always fooled with her beautiful body, that man she was in debt with.

Finally, the door opened, and a fat man entered. He spoke a foreign tongue, but spit flew everywhere. His breath smelled like rotten flesh, as if he'd killed a dozen sheep and ate them after 7 days. "What do we have here?" Saera quickly covered her body with the only sheet laying on her bed. "Don't be shy. Shyness won't help you in the business", he said with a soft voice. He sat himself on the bed, the wooden structure screeching under the weight of him. Slowly, the sheet was pulled back.

"Good posture you have." He wasn't lying. Her breasts were full, her belly almost non-existent and hair was unknown to the private parts of her. If she weren't a princess, one would think she might be the dream of each boy of 14. The man touched her with his butterfingers, tracing the lines on her body. "Tell me, why do you want to go in this business?" Scared, holding in tears, she said: "I'm obliged to pay a debt." The man looked up, gazing at her, calling Da'aris. "You said she would volunteer." "Of course, she does. Under the right conditions.", he smiled, and looked at her with a righteous feeling that his debt would be repaid. "Tell me, Da'aris, are you fine with selling her as a slave?" His eyes went wide, and Saera couldn't believe what she heard. "I'll pay you a hundred thousand golden dragons for her. I think that's a fair deal." The sailor stuttered, not meaning to sell slaves. Saera, moving her head from one man to the other, suddenly remarked a soldier standing behind the sailor. "No. I'm not doing it.", Da'aris sounded certain, determined to not enslave.

The slaveholder sighed, turned Saera on her back. "She has a beautiful ass.", he said, slapping it hard. "But not a bigger one than you are." The sailor was insulted but felt cold steal kiss his neck. "Please", the sailor muttered, but the assassin slit his throat. Da'aris fell to his knees, holding his hands against the wound to stop the blood. His mouth filled very rapidly, blocking his short gasps of breath. 5 minutes, Da'aris was dying. 5 long minutes, he was coughing up blood, covering the cabin's floor. Saera was too shocked to say anything, attempting to hold her fear, attempting to not scream. "Don't you worry, child.", the man laid his left hand on her forehead. "We'll take good care of you.", he smiled viciously.