SANSA

Her feet made no sound as she stepped lightly on the snow-covered earth, as the wind gently stirred the trees all around her.

She fixed her eyes on the buck that was standing a short distance away from his herd, as he sniffed the ground before he started to search for anything to eat that hadn´t been killed by the resent snowfall.

Her brother was next to her, waiting for her to make her move.

She inched closer while keeping her eyes firmly on the antlered animal before her, then when she was sure that she couldn't get any closer without making the buck aware of her presence, she pounced.

Blood flowed into her mouth before the buck had even a chance to do anything but lift his head. Her mouth was clamped on the animal´s throat while her claws dug and tore at it´s flesh.

As the buck screamed, she could feel her brother slam into the large beast that she had started to bring down, and she could hear the other animals run for their lives, rather than to try and fight them off.

She bit down harder before she tore it´s throat out, causing blood to spray onto the snow-covered ground. Then she let the animal go, but the beast was already dying as it laid on its side, kicking wildly into the air, like it was desperately trying to run away from them.

As the kicks became weaker and weaker with every moment that passed, she looked at her grey brother who towered over her still.

He stared at her, waiting for her to take the first bite. She felt pride in herself for having taken down such a large and powerful creature, without it even having known what was happening until it was all over.

She went to the downed creature, and just before she took her first bite, she was yanked back with now familiar force.

She looked at her surroundings, and it took her a moment to get her bearings. The taste of blood still lingered on her tongue, as she came to the realization that she was no longer a wolf, but a woman.

As she came to herself, she felt the bile rise in her throat and she hurried out of the bed she now shared with Rickon and Shireen to grab her chamber pot and vomit all the contents of her stomach.

Sweat formed on her brow as she heaved into the chamber pot, and when she was finally done, she leaned against the side of the bed, catching her breath. "Sansa?"

Her eyes searched for the small, familiar voice, and were met with blue eyes that belonged to Shireen, staring at her in concern.

Sansa gave the girl a weak smile. "It's alright sweetling, it perfectly alright." Maester Wolkan had assured her that it was normal for her to have trouble holding down the contents of her stomach at this stage of her pregnancy, and she remembered her own mother having trouble as well when she had been pregnant with Rickon.

And she knew that certain smells and tastes could make her nauseous, which was why she had come to hate it when she dreamt of Ice and Summer hunting, as the coppery taste of blood always managed to set her off, and she had started to avoid eating as much red meat as she could.

A mug was thrust into her hands, and Sansa drank the warm water greedily. "Thank you, Shireen."

"You are welcome. Are you feeling better?" The concern in her eyes was heartwarming, making Sansa smile despite the discomfort she was feeling.

"I am much better thanks to you." Sansa pushed the chamber pot away from her, not wanting to look at its contents, knowing that it would make her feel nauseous again.

A loud snore made them look back to the bed, and while Sansa and Shireen had vacated it, Rickon had used that time while he slept to lay claim to the bed in its entirety, making both her and her husband´s cousin giggle at the young boy.

She had come to love and depend on little Rickon climbing into her bed in the middle of the night, and then having Shireen follow him a few moments later.

As they giggled at Rickon´s dramatic sleeping habits, Sansa´s handmaiden knocked and entered the room. "Your grace, it is time to get ready and break your fast."

Sansa stood up, placed the mug on the nightstand and gave her little brother a shake to wake him up, only to have the young boy groan loudly and try and to turn away and get some more sleep. "Come on, Rickon." Sansa said laughing. "You have to wake up, you have to start your day and attend your studies with maester Wolkan."

"I don't want to." Rickon disappeared under the covers and out of sight, making Sansa force down a giggle at him.

Sansa turned to Lyta. "Could you go to Shireen´s room and get her some appropriate clothing for her." Lyta nodded and hurried out of room, while leaving Sansa to wake up her little brother.

"Come on Rickon, it is time to get up." Rickon burrowed further down under the furs and made a sound of disagreement.

"I don't wanna."

Shireen´s cheeks turned red as she forced down another giggle at Rickon´s behavior and Sansa smirked to herself, before she yanked the fur of her little brother and tickled him, causing the youngest Stark to burst out in giggles of his own. "Stop it Sansa."

She stopped tickling him as the boy stared at her with his large blue eyes. He was having difficulty holding the pout on his lips, as there was a smile that was fighting to be allowed to slip on to his face.

"Your mean." But the laughter in his voice took all the bite out of his accusation and he tried to scrunch up his face to keep the pout firmly on his face.

"Oh, I am mean, now am I?" Sansa grinned at him. "Then perhaps I should not come and watch you train later?"

"NO, you have to come and watch us train Sansa." Rickon glanced at Shireen, now awake and alert. "Reenie, tell her that she has to come and watch."

Sansa took a seat on the bed as she pulled him to her lap and hugged him close. "Well, for me to be able to watch, you have to get up and attend your lessons. All your lessons."

Rickon groaned and pulled himself out of her lap and let himself fall back on to the bed. "But the lessons with maester Wolkan are so boring."

"They are not that boring." Shireen said. "They are just too early."

Rickon let out another groan, as Sansa stood up and walked to the screen that had belonged to her mother.

She threw on a blue woolen dress that was sure to keep her warm throughout the day and made her way back where the children that were starting a tickle battle.

Sansa remembered having such battles with Robb when they had been children before she had started to pull more and more away from her siblings to try and become the perfect lady.

Now, she deeply regretted how she had pulled away from her siblings and Jon. She now had the opportunity to spend time with Bran and Rickon, and Arya when she made her way back to Winterfell. If she ever made her way home.

Sansa hoped that Arya would come back home to Winterfell.

She longed to meet her little sister again and ask for her forgiveness for all the horrible things that she had said and done to her as a child.

But she could never again meet her older brother and tell him that she loved him, and that broke her heart. Even though she felt more than a little angry that to her knowledge he had never even attempted to try and break her out of the capital.

Robb was now gone, so she would never really get an answer from him about why he didn't try and send some men to rescue her from the Lannisters.

She knew that Robb couldn't have sent any of his Northerners as they would have stuck out like a sore thumb in the capital, but he had Riverlanders under his command, and he could have tried to send them. But perhaps Robb had tried to send men to try and save her, but they had been caught and Cersei hadn´t wanted her to know that Robb had been trying to get her.

However, that argument didn't hold much water for Sansa.

While having Sansa doubting that Robb wanted her back was heartbreaking for her and chipped away at her moral, she doubted that Cersei could have stopped herself from mocking and taunting her with the fact that the rescue attempt had failed.

And her uncle Brynden hadn´t said one word about Robb sending men to help free her, so she didn't think that Robb had sent any men.

But it would do her no good to stay lost in the past, she had to keep moving forward for her family and for herself.

"Come on Shireen, we need to get you ready." The young girl jumped of the bed and sat down in the chair by the vanity and started to brush her hair.

Sansa turned to Rickon, who was now inching back under the furs. "No, you have to get ready as well young man."

With a grumble Rickon got up from the bed and made his way to his own room so that he could get ready for the struggles of the day. She heard the guards greet him as the door closed after him and the young boy grumble a good morning back.

Rickon reminded her so much of both Robb and Arya, with his desire to sleep in for as long as he could.

Sansa walked over to Shireen and took the hairbrush from her hand and started to detangle the raven locks as gently as she could. "So, are you nervous?" Sansa asked her husband´s cousin and looked at the younger girl´s eyes in the looking glass.

Shireen bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, I am. What if Jeor Mormont doesn't like me?"

Sansa remembered asking her mother the very same question about Joffrey and her mother had told her that if he didn't like her, then he was the stupidest boy that had ever lived.

But her words hadn´t done much to console her, at that time Sansa had wanted her mother to assure her that of course Joffrey would love her immediately.

Shireen however wasn't Sansa and the young lady of Storm´s End had her feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Well, if you and Jeor don't like each other, then Jon and I will have to find a way to get you out of the betrothal." Sansa knew that there were ways to break betrothal´s with both families being able to keep their honor intact. "but we should at least give the boy a chance to prove himself worthy of you."

Her father´s words echoed in her mind, and while Sansa had now found a man that was good, kind, gentle and brave, she wasn't stupid and knew that not all men were so good and kind, but she would settle for nothing less for Shireen.

"I promise to give him a chance." Shireen smiled at her.

"I know," Sansa started to braid her hair. "but if you ever think that he is being strange or inappropriate, then I want you to tell me immediately."

"Like how cousi…. Joffrey was?" Sansa stopped braiding her hair for a moment before she continued.

"Yes, like how he was, but I didn't know you had met him."

"I didn't, before coming to the Wall, I had never really left Dragonstone, but I heard mother and father talk about him a few times after he returned after Jon Arryn died, and father said that Joffrey was a cruel little bastard."

For a moment Sansa was worried that mentioning her father would make Shireen feel devastated, but she knew that the girl wasn't made of glass and she and Ser Devan had survived for weeks being hunted around the North.

Shireen was tough, and Sansa knew that ignoring the issue wouldn't help her heal, but young woman had to know her own limits.

"You are being really brave, and I know that being promised to someone you don't know is frightening." Sansa remembered when Littlefinger had made it clear that she was being forced to marry Ramsay Snow, and without even knowing what sort of monster he was, she had been very frightened of the prospect of marrying someone she didn't know.

Which was why she had decided to invite Jeor Mormont and Branda Wull to Winterfell so that Rickon and Shireen could meet their future spouses and hopefully become friends with them.

And Sansa wanted to meet them and take the measure of them.

"Now, why don't you go down to the great hall and break your fast and I will be down shortly."

Shireen nodded and walked out of the room, with the skirt dancing around her feet as she went.

Sansa sat down in the chair and started to work on her own hair, but she was interrupted by a knock. She called for the person to come in and smiled at the maester as he entered.

"Your grace." He bowed deeply and nodded to Lyta, who was tiding up around the room. "how are you your grace? Any sickness?"

"Yes, there was I am afraid." She smiled at the kind older man who had done so much to help her in when she had been the prisoner of the Boltons. The man had helped heal her wounds and helped her make sure that Ramsey´s seed didn't take root in her, and for that Sansa was eternally grateful.

"There was a letter for you, my Queen." Maester Wolkan handed her a letter, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the now familiar red dragon of house Targaryen and on the front of the letter was the tidy scrawl of her husband.

She tore it open with such enthusiasm that she almost ripped the letter in her excitement.

With every word that her husband had written, she could feel both relief and grief at the same time. The happiness of knowing for sure that Arya was alive, well and helping Jon in the Riverlands made her heart sing, but the fact that the Freys had desecrated Robb´s body like how they had done, made her eyes burn with unshed tears.

Jon didn't go into any details of what the Freys had done with Robb´s and Greywind´s bodies, but she had heard enough in King´s Landing.

Joffrey had liked to taunt her with it, and the only thing she had been able to do in response by saying that her brother was a traitor and deserved a traitor´s death.

Reading Jon´s words that they had found those guilty of betraying Robb, and Old Walder Frey had been executed along with his sons and grandsons who had helped him, made her feel like a little justice had been served.

But Roose Bolton and Tywin Lannister had both been killed before being made to answer for their crimes.

They had never been stripped of their titles, made to kneel before the rightful King and have all their crimes laid before the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms.

That would have been justice for their crimes.

It would have been a great comeuppance for them to have everything taken away from them, as they seemed only concerned with standing and how they were seen by the world.

The two men, however, were already dead, and there was nothing she nor anybody else could do about it.

But at least Old Walder and his sons and grandsons that had helped him, had faced justice, and been forced to answer for their crimes and Jon had found Robb´s and Greywind´s bodies, and they were coming home to Winterfell.

Robb coming home to rest alongside the other Starks that had died made her feel better, knowing that her brother would finally be able to rest with the dignity that he deserved.

If only they could find the bones of her father and mother, and give them proper funerals, but she didn't hold out hope for that to happen as it was a miracle in and out of itself that Jon had found Robb´s bones.

Sansa set down the letter as both the maester and Lyta were staring at her. "Your grace," The maester spoke carefully and seemed worried. "may I ask what the King has written you about? You seem worried, and in your condition, it isn't good for you."

"They have taken the Twins and have held trials for Walder Frey and those who were suspected in betraying Robb."

"That is wonderful your grace." Lyta said happily.

"It is, and they have also found Robb´s body and Jon is sending it here so that he can rest in the crypts of Winterfell."

"Happy news all around then your grace." The maester said with a large grin.

"Yes, and not just that, my sister Arya has been found and is safe."

"Then why do you look so sad, your grace?" The maester asked her, concerned. "Is it the King? Was he injured?"

"No, his grace is fine, thank the Gods." Sansa send the man a sad smile. "I just cannot help but to think that it is unfair that so many good people were murdered at the hands of those monsters, and Roose Bolton and Tywin Lannister never got punished for their crimes."

Silence fell over them, both Lyta and maester Wolkan not knowing what to say to make her feel better, but there were no words that they needed to utter that would comfort Sansa.

There was nothing that they could do to change the past, the only thing that they could do was to learn from it and move on with their lives and try to make the world a little better.

"So, maester Wolkan, what is on today's agenda?"

DAENERYS

Drogon´s wings created a thunder like sound on the wind, as the bells in her hair chimed merrily, and he let out a rage filled roar that made her head feel like it was splitting open from pain.

But despite the pain, Dany smiled at her beloved child, as they flew over the yellow city. He must have felt her anger and rage at the slavers and their betrayals, making him want to avenge her with fire and blood.

She could hear the Dothraki, and the second sons cheer for her, as she and Drogon flew over Yunkai and she could feel a bubble of emotions in her chest at the sound. This must have been what Aegon the Conqueror had felt like before he had taken Harrenhall.

As they made their pass over the city, she looked at its half-crumbled walls, and she could see the soldiers were looking up at her with fear in their eyes, as they pointed and stared after her and Drogon.

Good, they should be afraid of her after what they had done, she thought to herself with smile before she observed strange contraptions that had been mounted on the walls.

They looked like enormous crossbows, and there had to be at least a dozen of them on the walls of the city alone.

As she and Drogon made another pass over the city, she could see more of them mounted on rooftops on high buildings all around the city.

Had the master´s built them to try and make her fear for her child?

Dany glanced out to the sea, where she could see the ships that the Greyjoy siblings had brought her. The black and golden sails dotted the sea around the harbor like spiders, blocking off any escape from the city, making sure that the masters had nowhere to run off to.

She continued to fly over the yellow city, and as she and Drogon passed the golden pyramid of Qaggaz, she felt the pain in her head flare up as the sun shone on the pyramid´s walls. But she did catch a glimpse of another of the gigantic crossbows, on top of the pyramid, where a statue of the Harpy had once stood.

Dany made Drogon turn away from the golden building, it hurt just to look at it in the sun light, and they made their way to the encampment of her armies.

Drogon flew over to the middle of the encampment where they had left a huge open space for him to land.

The black dread come again, landed on the sand covered ground with a loud thump that made the earth around him shake, as he forced sand and dust into the air, before he roared with such force that she could feel it rattle her bones.

Before Dany could even dismount, Drogon made his way to where her bloodriders had placed a large pile of meat to feed him while she would be accepting the master´s terms of surrender.

Dany smiled indulgently at Drogon, like only a mother could, before she dismounted from his back.

As her soft leather boots touched the ground, she could feel the thousands of eyes that were filled with wonder and awe as they all stared at her and Drogon.

She held her head higher as the Dothraki and the second sons started to cheer for her, and she made her way to the great tent that had no walls, that had been raised close by.

But before she had even taken a few steps forwards, Ser Barristan came hurriedly out of the tent and bowed before her.

The lord commander escorted her to the tent, following her only a step or two behind to keep a look out in case any of the masters tried to harm her.

But she doubted that they could harm her here, with Drogon just outside the tent, ready to defend her life at all costs.

They entered the tent, and Dany took her seat on the makeshift throne that had been prepared for her and even though the tent was big enough to house two dragons of Drogon´s size, it was almost filled to the brim with her bloodriders, so that many of them had difficulty to see what was happening.

Daario Naharis was staring at her with wonder in his eyes as she sat down, and as the man smirked at her, she had to fight the urge to smile at him. Now was not the time for such things, the masters had to see how strong she was.

Then as Dany looked in front of her throne, there was no master or any sort of representative from the slavers of Yunkai. She felt the fury of the dragon burn in her belly, why weren't the slavers of Yunkai here already?

Dany turned to the lord commander, who had taken up guard by her elbow as he looked as serious as the grave. "Where are the masters of Yunkai?"

"They have not arrived yet, your grace." The old knight looked worn and tired. "But I am sure that they will be here soon."

The Queen of Meereen and the bay of Drogon felt anger burn in her at the man´s words, she shouldn't have to wait for anyone.

From her left, she heard Daario speak up, and without even looking at him, she could hear him smirk. "Queen Daenerys shouldn't have to wait for anyone, this is an insult to our Queen."

A young servant boy came with a cup of wine and offered it to Dany, as the sellsword echoed her sentiment.

He was right, Dany was the Queen of Meereen, and the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she shouldn't have to wait for anyone, much less those repulsive masters. They should be thankful if she decided to show them any mercy after everything that they had done.

Then they could hear someone announce that the envoy of the masters had left the front gates of the city and was on his way to her.

As the anger bubbled in her belly, she kept her face impassive. Her fingers on the other hand tightened their grip on the cup in her hand so hard that she was sure that they had turned as white as pearls.

When the envoy finally arrived, she was gripping the cup so hard in her hand that she was almost worried that it would break.

The man stepped out of his gilded litter that had been carried all the way from the city gates to her tent by slaves.

The nerve of the man infuriated Dany and as he smirked at her, clearly knowing that he was getting under her skin, Dany knew that she had to take charge of the meeting right away.

Dany fixed her gaze on the representative of the wise masters of Yunkai, and she could feel the annoyance in her gut as she looked him over.

The master was a small man with a shifty look about him, and there was a young slave boy standing next to him, looking at Dany in fear, which caused her to frown.

Why was the boy afraid of her? She was the breaker of chains and had come to free the slaves.

The young boy spoke up and introduced the man as one of the wise masters, but the man´s clothing was not like the ones she had come to associate with the masters, the nobility of Yunkai wore fringed tokars to signify the importance of their station, but this man wore clothing that was clearly expensive, but not of those of highborn stock.

It didn't take another look at the man for Dany to know that the masters of Yunkai were disrespecting her by sending someone of so little note to her, to offer their surrender.

"We had a deal," She said in a conversational tone and with a look on her face that gave nothing away. "and you broke that deal. So, give me one reason why I shouldn't return Yunkai to the dirt."

Dany could feel Ser Barristan tense up as he stood behind her, forcing her to fight a frown. He had been the one to beg her to let the masters meet her to surrender the city, and here she was giving them that chance. What more could he want from her?

Daario on the other hand was positively giddy as she could almost feel him vibrate with excitement of avenging her, but thankfully he managed to restrain himself.

"Wouldn't the Silver Queen be happier in her homeland? With her people?" The master suggested with a sly grin on his face. "With her family?"

Dany could feel the anger right down to her bones when he said the word family, he knew that this Aegon character was not of house Targaryen, the only family she had were her dragons. "I don´t know what you mean?" She said while pretending to not to know what he was talking about; the masters did so love to think that they were more informed than everyone else.

The man´s smirk only grew at her words. "Your nephew, Aegon Targaryen of course; who, I am told has landed in the Sunset Kingdoms, and is on his way to claim the Iron throne for himself."

"My nephew, Aegon is dead. Murdered by the Lannisters and the Usurper, who stole my throne from me before I was born." She beckoned for one of the servants to pour her some more sweet wine, so that she could use it to dull the headache that just kept building. "Whoever this Aegon person is, he is a pretender, and he will die like all those who have tried to keep my birthright away from me."

Every time when someone mentioned the false dragon, she could feel the righteous anger build in her. How dare this person try and claim what was rightly hers? The mummer's dragon would pay for his lie with his life when she would make her way to the Seven Kingdoms and take back what was stolen from her.

"That is very convenient for you, that he is a pretender and not really your brother´s son." He smirked at her, revealing his light brown teeth. "Otherwise, he would be the rightful monarch, wouldn't he?"

The anger only grew at his words, and she grabbed the cup in a firmer grip than before, to stop herself from striking the man.

Dany could see that the Dothraki were getting restless, as they could neither understand the common tongue and the fact that they hadn't even started to attack the city yet.

"We are not here to talk about the traditions of inheritance of my country, but to accept your surrender."

The man feigned an innocent look. "It is curious to me, that you are still here when the Seven Kingdoms are just ripe for the taking after the civil war, and the fact that now it is being ruled by a woman and a six-year-old child."

Dany took a sip of her wine. "Tommen Baratheon is eight-years old."

"Ah, yes of course." The man stroked his forked beard. "Your adviser is Tyrion Lannister, isn't he? The boy´s uncle? Strange how you claim that it was the Lannisters that murdered your nephew, but still here you are, having employed a Lannister yourself."

Dany stared at the man with anger in her eyes. "Lord Tyrion is faithful to me." She didn't really think that was true, not really. She didn't trust the man, nor did she particularly like him, but he had proven himself to be able to give her a helping hand in ruling Meereen, so she allowed him to stay.

"Like his father was faithful to your father?" Her nostrils flared at his words; how dare he throw her father´s name like that in her face? She could feel it in her gut that she hated this man in front of her, she had given him the opportunity to surrender, and he was now mocking her.

The smiled once again at her. "But as you said, we are not hear to discuss that." He looked at the occupants in the tent. "You want us to surrender the city, but you must know by now that it will never happen."

Dany smiled at the man and gave a little laugh, surprising him. "I took the city without dragons once, and you think that I cannot take it now, when I ride the greatest living dragon in the world?"

"We have bought many soldiers and weapons to defend the city against you and your hoard of Dothraki, and we have been preparing for your dragons as well for some time now, Dragon Queen." So that was what the machines were for. Defending against dragons.

Dany glanced at one of the contraptions that were mounted on the walls and raised an eyebrow. "Is that what they are for? And you truly think that you can actually hit a flying target with one of those things?"

"The Dornish could." The slave master piped up with the biggest grin on his face, as the fury of the dragon rose in her belly at his threats to her beloved child.

"When the Dornish scorpion hit Meraxes at Hellholt, it was mostly luck." Ser Barristan´s voice carried over, as he studied the machines on the walls.

"Yes, but we only need to be lucky once, while the dragon needs to be lucky many times." He never looked away from Dany when Ser Barristan had spoken, nor did he stop his infernal smirking.

She glanced once again at the thing that they called a scorpion, could this thing really hurt her child? It looked heavy and clumsy, made from wood that had clearly been repurposed from ships, among other things.

Dany refused to let them see the fear for her child on her face, they would never see any weakness from the mother of dragons.

She had lost too much to be stopped now, she had to return to the Seven Kingdoms and take back her birthright that had been stolen from her, and now was being usurped by some pretender thinking that he was worthy of calling himself a dragon.

It was her destiny to rule Westeros, she was the last dragon, the Silver Queen, the mother of dragons and the breaker of chains. Dany had proven herself over and over again that she was strong and a true dragon, a worthy Queen, and she would not let some pretender take her throne away from her.

She was the last hope of house Targaryen and she would see her family restored to its rightful place on the Iron throne.

"If you think that those things will stop us, then you are mistaken." She handed one of the servants the cup, and the sweet wine had quite frankly done nothing to sooth the ach in her head. "I am Daenerys Stormborn, of house Targaryen, the Khaleesi of the Great grass sea, Queen of the bay of Drogon, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, breaker of chains and the mother of dragons, and your yellow city will fall like everyone else that have stood in my way."

The slaver snarled at her. "You will never take Yunkai, beggar Queen."

"Be careful how you speak to the Queen of the bay of Drogon, slave master." Daario spoke up, and she watched as the slave master glanced at the sell sword in fear for a moment, as her lover put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

But the fear in the man´s eyes was quick to disappear. "Ah, yes the bay of Drogon." He turned back to look at Dany with another smirk on his face. "Lovely name, but I have to wonder why you named it after the black dragon and not the other´s as well. Was it because they abandoned you?"

If she hadn´t handed the cup to the servant, she would have thrown it at the man´s face in her rage. But seeing her anger, only made him smirk even more. "That's right, they abandoned you." He looked her up and down, but not in admiration like she was used to, because a look of disgust was now painted on his face. "You are nothing without your dragons, just a little girl trying to live up to her family name and found wanting."

In all her eighteen years, she had never felt such anger before, she stood up and turned to the Dothraki and shouted in their language. "Blood of my blood, take him away and deal with him."

As her bloodriders dragged the slaver out of the tent, while the man kicked and screamed at her that she would never take the city, Dany turned to Daario and Ser Barristan. "Prepare the armies, we attack now."

Her sell sword hurried to do her bidding with his usual grin on his handsome face, but her knight frowned. "Your grace, please. The innocent people don't have to pay for that man´s deplorable nature."

She turned her blazing violet eyes on the knight who had sworn to serve her. "I gave them the chance to surrender and be brought to justice for their crimes, but they have thrown my mercy in my face and threatened my child."

She studied his lined and tired face. "We tried it your way, now we shall do it my way." He had to see that this sacrifice was necessary. The masters would stubbornly refuse her and the blood of the innocent people within Yunkai´s walls were on their hands, not hers.

Her eyes turned once again to the contraptions that they called scorpions. "Can those things really hurt Drogon?"

The lord commander of her Queensguard turned his head to the wooden monstrosities. "I believe that if they hit the dragon, they could hurt him. Or kill him if they hit his eyes like how Meraxes was hit at Hellholt."

She could feel fear and worry for her child, but then she could hear the great dragon roar loudly from where he was, still close to the tent, and she could feel strength return to her. "It does not matter, Drogon is Balerion reborn, and not Meraxes and he will not be easily brought down."

Dany turned to leave, but Ser Barristan called out for her. "Please your grace, there must be another way."

She stood there for a moment, with her back to her lord commander of the Queensguard. She thought for a moment that it might be for the best to send Ser Barristan back to Meereen, but then she thought better of it.

He had to see that she was in no way lesser than her brother Rhaegar. The way the man spoke of her beloved brother told her how much the old knight had loved the silver prince, and she knew that if the knight could see her take the city on Drogon´s back, he would realize the truth that she was better than her brother, both her brothers in fact.

Dany had been the one to hatch dragons when everyone had said that it was impossible, she had been the one to survive the pyre when Viserys had been killed by molten gold, she had been the one to defeat her enemies when Rhaegar had died on the Trident.

She was better than her brothers, and when she and Drogon took the yellow city, everyone would see it.

"Lord Commander I have made my decision and it is final."

With that she made her way to where Drogon was eating, and she knew that if she looked back at the knight´s sad eyes, she would have doubts that she couldn't afford to have.

If she looked back, she was lost.