The sound of simple chatter greets Daenerys as she wakes from her slumber along with hot huffs of air as her child breathes against her, she snuggled into the warmth grinning into her sweet drogon.
'Drogon!' Springing up out of her curled potion. She groans as her vision sways from the sudden movement that makes her feel lightheaded.
The event of what's happened recently flashes before her eyes with a fresh clarity, the betrayal of those she trusted, the death of her beloved children, the fact that she burned a city in her own rage…that she had died, died by the hands of someone she foolishly trusted.
She turns her gaze towards Drogon, ignoring the tear that tracks down her cheek as she gently presses her hand against Drogon's snout, letting out a soft cry as the beast gently nudges into her.
"My sweet, sweet Drogon, you saved me" she whispers, laughing slightly when she's nudged on to her back, her breath being knocked out of her lungs. The giant head of her child peered over her as they gaze into each other's eyes, waves of heat blasting into her face causing her locks to flick up as the fire made of flesh stands above her.
The sound, or return of sound makes her realize how silent it was around her, she scolds herself for not realizing her predicament, though she can't help but excuse herself for it, given that she recently was dead.
Despite his betrayal she can empathize with Jon, though she doesn't think their experience was the same. He didn't remember anything, or indicated there wasn't anything after death, so why did she encounter that being?
Her mind is foggy on what happens during the encounter, but the presence she felt is still fluctuating throughout her being, so she knows it wasn't a figment of her mind.
Pulling out of her thoughts she reaches up to grab both sides of her child's face she reaches using his spiked cheeks as leverage to pull herself off her back, leaning forward she smacks a kiss on his snout with another soft "thank you."
Watching in satisfaction as her moody child backs off, like those children she seen grumble about their mother showing affection when they're too old, or in her case the disgruntled growl Drogon lets out as huffs of smoke billow into her face.
Despite the seeming aggressive actions, she can feel the pleasure coming off of her child. The strange bond she feels with her child is more intense and deeper than before… her death.
Caressing Drogon, she can feel the hunger throbbing off her child "Go on Dro, I'm sure you're hungry"
'I don't know how long you've been carrying my corpse, but I'm sure you didn't stop to eat'
Seeing the reluctance, which she can understand given she has just gotten back, for lack of a more appropriate term.
"please for your mother?" Not expecting him to listen to her, her temperamental child tends to not like being commanded by her.
He still seems reluctant as he shifts his weight but after a second her child blows smoke into her face before gazing at the people crowded around, letting out a growl that doesn't need explaining on what should happen should his mother not be in pristine condition.
"Go, we can trust them" and she does believe that. she feels clearer, mentally.
Watching her child lift off to hunt she notices how she doesn't feel as clouded with paranoid thoughts, she feels grief still, for her children she has lost, and her best friend, missandei. She wishes Jorah was here despite not being able to return the bear's feelings, the reassurance that someone loved her no matter what was comforting. Shaking her head she scowls before straightening herself idly noticing that her person is dressed in a see-through red gown, never one for modesty she ignores the fact that.
She doesn't know why she has been brought back, but she's gonna take the second chance, and prove to Jo-, no prove to Herself, that she will break the wheel.
She can't believe how naïve the man is, to truly take her words of passion the high of letting out her pent up anger, it had led her to spout some zealous things that she knew sounded damning.
She was never going to seriously burn the world to the ground, at least she believes she wouldn't, won't.
The thoughts of Jon make her rage pulse, she knows she is at fault for some of what has happened, but for the man to have the audacity to call her his Queen while having a dagger poised to kill her.
Never noticing the aura of power fluctuating out of her, causing the group who has been trying to give the woman privacy to watch in wonder as the woman before them seems to glow with a power, the most devoted drop to their knees as they feel their lord pulsating throughout the air.
She wants to make him pay!
She wants to see his face when he realizes he failed, that she lives.
She wants-
'No' she can't let herself get controlled by her rage.
she doesn't like the consequences, she has a lot to atone for, and if that's to make herself feel better, she doesn't care. She has to prove to herself that she's not the monster everyone labels her as.
The mad king's daughter, she hates the moniker.
"Miss.Dragon Lady? Let's go lady quaithe said she wants to speak to you" The soft voice of an accented child Interrupts her thoughts and makes her realize she's been staring at the spot her child vacated for some time looking down her eyes to meet bright obsidian eyes.
The little boy shows a bravado that most men don't by clasping her hand, and strutting towards where she can only guess is where quaithe is.
She watches as the boy's intricate braidings swing with every hop, they look similar to the ones like Missandei showed her on her own hair, stating that her delicate hair couldn't handle the protective style. The amount of reassurance to sooth the former slave that she didnt mind when she spoke freely, and wasn't insulted was amusing.
The dark mocha skin glistening of the sun makes her marvel at the little one's beauty, while she's always been called a beautiful woman, she personally always found missandei to be one of the most beautiful in her eyes.
'Grey worm would agree' the thought of her loyal soldier, makes her heart pant, she hopes he isn't dead. She vows to find him, or at least find out if he's still alive.
"very well, lead the way" she states even though they are already moving.
She inquires on how he has ended up with the priestess both genuinely wanting to know, and not wanting to walk in silence.
Listening to the boy as he explains on his past, she feels for the boy, the boy happens to be from naath, making her feel like she was meant to meet the boy, the boy explains further on how he was one of the one who was caught by slavers, he witnessed his mother being taken advantage of before he was shipped of, he was on his way towards those who trained unsullied, before Quaithe happened upon him, stating that the red god had told her to save him, and that he is meant to soothe a dragon.
'Soothe a dragon?'
"Well, I'm certainly grateful that you were saved, Such a bright boy as you deserved so much better." She feels her heart flutter at the beaming smile the boy gives in return.
'I want to preserve that smile' she thinks before blinking, while she loves children she never felt such emotions towards one that wasn't her own.
'I'm a Queen' she realizes; every child she declares a part of her kingdom is her child.
'But what kingdom do I have?' The thought makes her waver in her mind, her body still following absently answering and listening to the boy as he speaks on his time since he's been saved.
"Lady, quaithe said that you're a Queen? And that you've saved so many people like me! That's so awesome, did you use your dragon? Make your enemies pay? I heard you raised your dragons from fire itself!" The last part of the boy's rambles catch her off guard.
"Make my enemies pay? Do you mean did I burn them?" She can't help but ask.
"Yes! I bet you were so amazing, miss-your grace" he recovers, making her frown softly at the formal name coming from the boy, she doesn't know why but she doesn't like the informalness.
"I used to think I was," she mutters in response to the child almost running into the boy having to stop, as the boy had stopped and turned.
"Why'd you say that!? You're amazing, I can feel it. Who else could bring dragons back!" The childish innocence makes her feel a crack in her soul mend.
"What if I did terrible things with them?" She asks despite the boy's youth she's genuinely curious.
"Like what, burning a city?" The spot on remark sends a jolt to her spine.
"Yes..." she states meekly.
"I don't know much, but I do know that there hasn't been a person called the breaker of chains until you showed up. Sometimes good people do bad things" With that the boy pulls her into the tent they stopped in front of.
The tear that slips out isn't one of sadness but one of blooming love, she lets it fall.
The words of a boy who she just met has shattered her and rebuilt her in an instant. The boy who has woken a resolve in her.
If this little boy can believe in her, then she can't prove him wrong.
She won't.