ELDON ESTERMONT

The lord of Greenstone smoothed his green tunic adorned with the three turtles of house Estermont on his breast, as he walked through the halls of the Red Keep.

It was a relief to wear his house colors once again, and he felt that it was time for him to swap out the black mourning clothing after his wife had died of a fever two months ago. His sons were still devastated by her loss and were refusing to wear anything but black.

But Eldon knew that now was the time for him wear his colors once again after being called to the capital to serve on the small council, as the new master of Whispers since lord Varys had betrayed Eldon´s own grandnephew, King Robert.

Eldon was sure that lord Varys running away from court, was a blessing in disguise. He had spoken in favor of executing the Essosi when they had taken the capital after the death of Mad King Aerys, but King Robert had allowed the man to enter his service and Varys had betrayed him after everything Robert had done for the man.

Two of his guards that he had decided to take with him to King´s Landing flanked him as he made his way to the small council chambers, and as they approached the door that led to the chamber, Eldon spotted two of the famed Kingsguard.

Sers Preston Greenfield and Arys Oakheart were both stone faced as they guarded the small council chamber, and the tension was practically pouring off them.

"Sers, I am lord Eldon Estermont. I have come to take up my role as the master of Whispers." He was not too proud to say that he puffed out his chest a little, it was such an honor to serve the King on his small council and now it was finally Eldon´s turn.

Ser Arys nodded. "We were told to expect you, my lord. Please go on in, the King will most likely be arriving soon."

Ser Preston opened the door without a word to allow him into the chamber, but his guards had to wait outside.

He made his way into the chamber, and he found that both of King Robert´s brothers were there along with the master of Coin, Mace Tyrell.

"Good day my lords." Eldon greeted interrupting any conversations that had been happening in the chamber.

"Ah, Uncle Eldon." Renly greeted with a large smile on his face as he stopped talking to Mace Tyrell.

Eldon had never agreed with the King to foster his little brother with Mace Tyrell, especially when the man had almost starved Stannis at Storm´s End when the lord of Highgarden had laid siege outside of the castle wall´s and feasted with his lords every night.

He, like many others of the Stormlords felt like King Robert was rewarding Mace Tyrell for his part in fighting for Aerys Targaryen. Renly would have been a lot better served by having fostered elsewhere, like with Eldon himself who was after all the boy´s granduncle.

"It is good to see you again uncle." Renly walked over still with a smile on his face. "I haven't seen you since I completed my tour of the Stormlands and took up my post here in the capital."

"It is good to see you as well, nephew."

Renly turned somber as he clasped Eldon´s hand in his large one. "Again, I am so sorry about your wife, Uncle Eldon, and I cannot say how much I regret not being able to come to her funeral and pay my respects to her and your house."

Eldon would be lying if he said that he wasn't touched the younger man´s words. "Thank you so much my lord. Your letter was a comfort to me and my sons."

"You aren't leading your men from Greenstone lord Estermont?" Stannis´s stern voice came from the other side of the chamber, where he was standing alone, looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

The sudden turn in conversation almost made Eldon dizzy, and not for the first time he was struck how different the brothers were from one another.

"No, I am not my lord. My eldest son and heir, Aemon is leading the men in my stead while I will be serving here."

Eldon wasn't sure if his son was ready for leading the men of Greenstone. Eldon himself had led the men in both the last two wars where Aemon had been old enough to fight in, and he would have led the men himself again, if King Robert hadn´t asked for him to serve on the small council.

And now his little boy would be leading the men and taking both his younger brother and son with him into battle.

"Aemon is a good man, and I am sure that he will do you proud." Renly clapped his back and led him to a seat at the table.

"Thank you, my lord. But when should we expect the King and the others to arrive?" Eldon asked his liege lord as the man led him to a seat.

"Robert will come when he feels like it, and others will not be coming for a long time." At Renly´s words, he could only stare at the young man in bewilderment.

"What do you mean? Where is lord Arryn and the grand maester Pycelle?" It would be hard for them to run the realm without the hand and the grand maester.

"Lord Arryn has left for the Vale to call his banners." Stannis stood as straight as a lance with a hard look on his face. "and Pycelle has been put in a black cell."

"A black cell?" Eldon asked in surprise.

"Oh, yes." Mace spoke up for the first time, and he seemed jolly at where the grand maester had ended up. "In a black cell for treason."

"What did he do?"

"Come on Eldon, you know as well as everyman in the Seven Kingdoms that Pycelle is Tywin´s man through and though." Renly took a seat beside him and poured himself a glass of Arbor gold.

"But what did he do?"

"He has been informing Tywin of what we have been planning." Eldon was sure that he heard Stannis grit his teeth, like he had done ever since he had been a teenager.

Eldon and the rest jumped to their feet when the doors were suddenly opened with a bang, allowing the King of the Seven Kingdoms into the small council chamber.

The King stalked into the chamber with a large happy grin on his face and a skip in his step as he took a deep swallow of wine from the cup he was holding in his hands.

"Let´s plan a war, shall we." The man bellowed and made his way to his seat at the head of the table with an excited glint in his eyes.

It was only then when Eldon noticed that the King was followed by Ser Meryn Trant. The Stormlander was following the King with his chest puffed out like a young rooster looking over his flock of hens.

The lord of Greenstone glanced over at his young liege lord, who seemed a little uncomfortable. As the others were taking their seats, Eldon leaned over to the young man and whispered. "What is going on?"

"My brother appointed Ser Meryn as the new lord commander of the Kingsguard." Eldon could hear the uncertainty in the younger man´s voice, but he couldn't understand why. Ser Meryn was a Stormlander and had served King Robert with distinction for years now, so why was lord Renly so uncomfortable with the man´s appointment?

"So, where are you with the Stormlords?" The King asked his youngest brother as he gestured for a servant boy to get him more wine.

"They have all responded and are calling their banners as we speak and will be here within a fortnight." Renly smiled, showing all his pearly white teeth.

"And you uncle? Who is leading your men now that you will be here?" The King asked. Eldon felt himself sit taller as he answered his King.

"My son Aemon is leading my men into battle."

"Good, it is about time the man led an army, how old is he now? Fifty?"

Eldon felt heat rush to his face. "Aemon is forty-two."

"Well, it is still time for him to lead the men to victory," The King took another swing of the wine in his hand as he laughed happily. "but he shall have an opportunity for glory now."

Eldon felt his stomach drop and his face turned cold from humiliation at the man´s words, but he swallowed the uncomfortable feeling. King Robert was a monarch, and they weren't like normal men and sometimes they said things without thinking it through.

And furthermore, Robert was his father´s son, who himself had never been famous for overly courteous words.

"We need a new grand maester now that Pycelle is in the black cells." Renly spoke up, much to Eldon´s relief.

"We can talk about that later," Robert waved his hand. "we need to concentrate on the old lion."

"But Robert, we need to-." Renly was waved off by the King.

"We have bigger things to worry about, for now Pycelle´s apprentices can continue tending the ravens, and it is not like the man was doing much to actually ruling the Seven Kingdoms."

The King let out another laugh, that lord Tyrell, Ser Meryn and Eldon all joined in with the man.

"Now, we have to act fast," King Robert gestured for one of the servants to bring forth a map of Westeros. "We will meet the other Stormlanders here at King´s Landing and go the Gold road to Casterly Rock."

Robert turned to face Mace Tyrell. "You and the Reach lords shall take the Ocean Road to Casterly Rock and block of any route of escape for the Old Lion to the South."

Lord Mace seemed to swell in size at being addressed by the King and nodded furiously with a happy smile on his face.

Robert then looked at his brother Stannis. "You and the Crown lords and the lords of the Narrow sea will take the royal fleet and sail for Lannisport and take the city."

Stannis looked at his older brother and nodded firmly. "Yes, I will be leaving for Dragonstone at daybreak."

King Robert waved him off. "Yes, yes, and make sure that you keep Bar Emmon, Celtigar and those thrice damned Velaryon´s on a short leash."

It was no secret that his grandnephew didn't like the old Targaryen loyalists, and Eldon couldn't blame the man, if those three houses ever had the opportunity to declare for the beggar King, they would so in a heartbeat, and so they couldn't be trusted.

Eldon glanced at Mace Tyrell, who was looking as happy as a clam. For a moment he thought about including him in the Targaryen loyalist category but decided against it. The Tyrell´s were something even worse than Targaryen loyalists, they were opportunists. No one in their right mind would think that house Tyrell would flock to the beggar King, as the Targaryen boy had no hope of winning if he sailed to Westeros.

"I look forward to ride at your side brother, and to bring the old lion to his knees." Renly said with a smile on his handsome face.

"You won't be coming." King Robert growled out and took another swing of his wine. "You will be here, and I will lead the Stormlords."

"But brother I am the-." Renly started before the King interrupted the younger Baratheon angerly.

"Careful Renly, you may be my brother, but I am your King. You will stay here and hold the city." The King demanded and shot the lord of the Stormlands a furious look.

Lord Renly stared at King Robert with disbelief in his blue eyes. "Hold the city? You are going to attack the Lannisters with all the force of the Seven Kingdoms, how-."

"YOU WILL STAY HERE; I AM THE KING AND YOU WILL DO AS I SAY."

Silence filled the room and Eldon felt the urge to sink into his chair. He glanced at the lord paramount of the Stormlands, who had gone stark white as he stared at the King who had turned as red as the crimson of the Lannister banners.

For a few moments, the King and the lord paramount of the Stormlands stared at each other before lord Renly averted his gaze. Eldon could feel the anger and humiliation radiate of the younger man, and it took all his considerable amount of restrain from putting a comforting hand on the young man´s shoulder.

Lord Renly had clearly had his heart set on going to war against the Lannisters and win some glory.

"Now, it will take Ned some time to rally his men, but he will have to ride south to Riverrun and link up with the Riverlords, and Jon and the knights of the Vale. Then Ned´s Eastern fleet will join the Iron fleet and sail south." Robert went back to looking at the map before him, and Eldon could see the happy glint return to his eyes.

He could see why, it was looking like an easy victory for the crown, but there was still the issue of the old lion himself and his impregnable castle.

He opened his mouth to ask the King how he planned to take Casterly Rock, but lord Tyrell spoke first. "My daughter and mother are making their way to the capital as we speak, so that lord Renly can take Margaery´s hand in marriage before we head to war."

The lord of Greenstone glanced at the King, and he could see that the man would have preferred to have just headed out of the city at this very moment, rather than wait until lady Margaery and the Queen of Thorns herself would make their way to the capital.

He remembered well when King Robert had come from the Vale to rally his lords to rebel against the Mad King.

The young man had been energetic and eager to ride forward to war, and that vigor seemed to exude off him in waves and it made the lords under his command eager to follow him to the depts of the Seven Hells if the man so commanded.

And now the man seemed to regain some of that demeanor that he had clearly lost over the years since the Greyjoy rebellion.

It seemed like the looming war on the horizon was good for the King, and it seemed like it was breathing life back into the large man before him, and it was good to see him looking more like himself, like he had been almost sixteen years ago.

As they sat there and listened to the King make plans about how to take the West, there was a knock on the door, and ser Arys peaked into the small council chamber. "Your grace, one of Pycelle´s assistants are here. He says that he has a letter from Winterfell."

"Let the man in, now." King Robert almost jumped when he heard the word "Winterfell" and he seemed like he was a child being given his nameday gift.

The kingsguard let a young man into the room, and the grey clad man seemed a little frightened at having to be in here.

"Your grace." The man bowed deeply before the King, before the lord of the Seven Kingdoms hollered.

"Well, tell us when we can expect Ned to ride south with his Northern lords." King Robert smiled widely and sat down as a servant filled his empty cup of wine.

The man opened the letter and read it quickly in silence, and with every word that he read, the young man grew paler before he looked up.

"Lord Stark, regrets to inform your grace that he cannot send his men south, as there has been growing concern about the Wildlings and there is a threat that the King beyond the Wall, Mance Ryder will attack the Wall."

"WHAT!?" The King stood up with such speed that the newly filled cup flew to the floor and smashed into a thousand pieces. "WHAT THE IN THE SEVEN HELLS DO YOU MEAN THAT HE IS NOT COMING?"

"There is more-." The young man stuttered before the King interrupted him in anger.

"I THOUGHT THAT NED AND THE NORTHERN LORDS WERE NOT PAYING ME MY TAXES BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING RESTORE THE WALL SO THAT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO FIGHT THOSE DAMENED WILDLINGS!" The King looked so angry that it looked like the man was about to explode from rage.

"Your grace-." The grey clad man tried to get the King´s attention but once again the large black bearded man interrupted.

"NO TAXES FROM THE NORTH FOR MORE THAN FIVE YEARS TO REPAIR THAT THIRCE DAMNED WALL AND NOW THEY REFUSE TO COME?"

"Your grace," Eldon couldn't hold it in any longer. "I am sure that lord Eddard wouldn't refuse to ride south unless it was absolutely necessary. He must have many reasons to believe these Wildlings to be a real threat to the North."

His grandnephew seemed to calm down a little at that, but his face was still redder than Eldon was sure was healthy and Eldon could practically feel the rage simmer of the large man.

Eldon decided to continue to try and calm the man down. "I am sure that lord Eddard will deal with this, King beyond the Wall in a quick manner and then he will ride south with all haste to join us in taking Casterly Rock and bring lord Tywin to justice for having raised his banners."

"He still has no right to refuse me when I call on him, I am his King." King Robert insisted, much calmer than before, but the anger was still easy to hear in his voice. "When I call the banners, I expect to be obeyed."

King Robert placed his knuckles on the table and fixed his stare on the grey man, who was staring back in terror. "Write to Winterfell and tell Ned that his King is ordering him to ride south with his banners."

"Yes," The letter in the young man´s hands was shacking from fear. "but there is more."

"Well spit it out man."

"Lord Stark says that…" It was like the man lost his voice for a moment before finding it again. "He says that his daughter will be marrying a man closer to her age, that was brought up to value Northern traditions."

The silence that filled the room when the King had scolded his brother had been awkward and uncomfortable, but this one was terrifying.

They all stared at the man as he stood there still as a statue, just staring at the man who had told him that his old friend wouldn't be marrying his daughter to him.

But then, quicker than Eldon thought the King could move, the lord of the Seven Kingdoms grabbed the back of his chair that was now behind him and threw it at the small man, who was still standing there shaking.

The assistant to the former grand maester had to throw himself to the ground to avoid the flying chair that came his way, as the King roared in his fury.

DAENERYS

Angry tears ran down her cheeks as she sat on her knees, dry heaving into the now half-filled chamber pot that the young slave girl had brought her.

Her head was pounding as more and more memories flooded into her mind, and she stifled a sob that wanted to make its way up her throat.

How could he have done this to her?

As she thought about him, she could feel the cool blade of his dagger in her heart once again and Dany could feel the pain in her chest like Jon was stabbing her right now.

Her last memory before waking up in the night, was the betrayal of her lover, and those beautiful words echoing in her ears as soulful grey eyes stared into hers.

For what felt like the hundredth time, she checked her chest to see if she really had been stabbed in the heart, but she found nothing but flawless skin where the knife would have entered her body.

Had it all been a dream?

No, it couldn't have been a dream, she knew that it was real.

She pulled herself of her knees and stood up. Her legs were shaking from the effort of being hunched over the chamber pot, as she made her way slowly to the window to get some fresh air to calm her raging stomach.

She was filled with more confusion as her violet eyes took in the city of Pentos.

Dany hadn´t been in the city since she had married her sun and her stars, Khal Drogo. The city was just like she remembered it, merchants selling their wares on the busy streets and the people walked around in colorful clothing made of fine materials.

Dany stared out the window as if spell bound when a servant came into the room.

"My lady what has happened?" Dany turned around to face the girl with a frown on her face. Why was she calling Dany a lady? She was the Queen of Meereen, the Khalessi of the great grass sea, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the breaker of chains and the mother of dragons.

But she said nothing as the girl finally noticed the chamber pot by the bed that was half filled with her sick. The girl´s eyes widened, and she rushed towards her to make sure that she wants ill or harmed.

"What day is it?" Dany tried to keep the trembling out of her voice, but she felt so weak and tired that she couldn't, much to her anger.

The girl sent her another worried look. "My lady, you are to meet the Khal today, don't you remember?"

Dany stared at the girl in shock, she was to meet her husband again today. She felt happiness fill her as she tried to conjure up his image in her mind, but for the life of her she couldn't remember his face.

It had been so long ago that she had last seen him, she closed her eyes to try and picture his bronze skin, and long hair, but the more she tried, the more his skin turned pale and his eyes went from dark brown to dark grey.

Dany felt anger blossom in her belly.

How dare Jon Snow invade her mind like he had any right to it after what he had done?

He had murdered her when she was only just achieved her dreams of restoring house Targaryen to its rightful place and taken back her birthright as the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

She clenched her fists and pushed the girl away from her and sat down on her bed. She could hear the girl say that she was going to get some help to clean up and fill the tub, so Dany could wash herself, but she paid her no mind.

How could he have done this to her? Jon had been in love with her and he had been devoted only to her, until they reached Winterfell, where everything had all fallen apart.

Winterfell.

The very name made her see red in anger. That is where everything had gone wrong. If there was one place she hated, it was the North and Winterfell.

She remembered their cold faces and stony eyes as she had ridden beside Jon to the castle. He had tried to excuse their behavior by claiming that the Northerners didn't trust outsiders.

But she knew better, she wasn't an outsider. Dany was their Queen and they continually treated her like she was lesser than them, like she was some usurper.

And she remembered the cold eyes of Sansa Stark when she hardly even greeted her and showed Dany the reverence that she deserved when she had come to save them.

Sansa Stark.

Dany hated that little harlot more than she hated Cersei Lannister.

Everything had gone wrong when they had arrived in Winterfell and Jon had been reunited with that silly girl.

Jon had started to pull away from her when he had been reunited with the Stark girl, and he hadn´t kept the secret when she asked, and he had insisted that the Stark girl needed to know.

Dany could feel the dread settle in her as she thought more and more about this, had Sansa Stark manipulated Jon into killing her, the woman that he loved?

Both the traitors Varys and Tyrion had agreed that the girl was smart, and they had always been harping on about how clever she was.

So, if she was so clever, then it wouldn't be hard for her to turn Jon against his Queen.

Had Sansa Stark been behind it all? Had she made everyone turn against Dany after everything she had done for the North? Dany had suspected it when she had been on Dragonstone just after she had lost Rhaegal and Missandei, but now she knew that it was the truth.

She could feel the fury burn in her gut as the truth because as clear as day to her. It had been that Harpy, Sansa Stark who had told Tyrion about how Jon was Rhaegar´s trueborn son and made everyone turn against her, the rightful Queen.

The Stark girl had wanted Jon to kill Dany so that she could get her claws into him and marry him and become the new Queen.

Dany remembered well the looks the Stark girl had sent her Jon, the little looks of longing that had she had always been sending him hadn´t really bothered Dany at first. Because who would leave the most beautiful woman in the world for some wide-eyed girl with dreams above her station.

She stood up from her bed and started to stalk the room, Sansa Stark wanting Dany dead so that she could dig her filthy claws into Jon made sense. That had been the girl´s plan all along, to kill Daenerys, who was the rightful Queen, and to marry Jon so that she could usurp Daenerys´s rightful place on the iron throne.

Dany could feel the rage become even greater and it was like Drogon had breathed fire into her belly. She would get her revenge against Sansa Stark even if it were the last thing she would ever do.

As she stalked the room in her anger, she could hear the doors to her room slam open. "There you are Daenerys."

She almost jumped in surprise at hearing her hateful brother´s voice carry over to her. In her anger at the betrayals that she had suffered, she had completely forgotten this nuisance that was called Viserys.

Dany turned to see her brother strut towards her with a familiar lavender colored dress in his arms.

The clothing in his arms confirmed the servant girl´s words that this was the day that she would meet her husband, and she felt an excited tingle run up her spine.

If this was the day, she would meet Drogo again, then their marriage would happen very soon, and she would get her dragons again.

She had to fight the urge to smirk, the moment she got her hands on her eggs, she would show them all how strong she was.

With both her dragons and Khal Drogo at her side, she would have everything she needed to invade the Seven Kingdoms again and take back what by rights belonged to her.

Her sun and her stars would be convinced to invade the Seven Kingdoms when she would step out of the fire once again with her dragons at her command.

"Daenerys, I am talking to you. You don't want to wake the dragon, now do you?" She turned to her brother, who was looking at her with angry lilac eyes, and she could hardly believe that once she had thought that he was the dragon.

No Viserys wasn't a dragon, she was the dragon, and she would take back what was hers.

He grabbed her chin in a painfully tight grip and forced her to look at him. "You shall not disappoint me today."

It took all the self-control she had to force herself from striking the worm before her and calling for the guards.

But she knew that she would have to wait until she had her dragons and her husband by her side once more. Then Viserys would find out who was really the dragon.

She looked up at her brother, who was glaring daggers at her and she tried to see the similarities between him and Jon.

It was hard to spot any because Jon favored his mother´s coloring, but Jon had the cheek bones and general bone structure of old Valyria, but with a slightly longer face.

Jon was also a bit shorter than Viserys, but he more than made up for his short stature with his handsome looks and skills in the bedchamber.

Perhaps when she had brought justice to Sansa Stark and all those who had betrayed her, she would allow Jon to be her consort, if he saw the error of his ways and begged her forgiveness and swore his undying loyalty and obedience, of course.

And if he didn't, he could watch as his family burned, and then he would die for betraying her. Just thinking about him, made her feel pain between her ribs, and once again she was sure that she felt the blade stab at her heart.

As Viserys started to turn purple in his anger that she hadn´t answered him, she spoke up. "When will we be meeting him?"

This seemed deflate her brother and his anger was forgotten by the astonishment of how firmly she spoke to him, and he even dropped the vice grip he had on her chin in his surprise.

"Khal Drogo will be here at noon." He managed to choke out as he stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time, which was perfectly accurate.

The man who styled himself as the true King of Westeros, was seeing the real Daenerys Targaryen for the very first time in his life.

He opened his mouth, most likely to say something about her body like he had the last time, but she spoke up before he could. She had no interest in his poisonous words. "Good, there is no time to waste."

This seemed to make him chipper as a smile lit up his gaunt face. "I knew you would come around sweet sister. Soon I shall have my army, and we shall take back my birth right."

There was nothing that she would rather do than to laugh into his arrogant face. Dany wasn't sure how anyone could be so blind as Viserys was. He would never rule the Seven Kingdoms, he would die long before that would ever happen.

He offered her the dress so that she could look at it. "Isn´t it lovely? It was a gift from Illyrio."

She took the dress from his hands and looked at it with critical eyes, she had worn better but for now it would suffice. "Yes, it is quite wonderful." She didn't feel like making him angry right now, not when they shared a common goal for the moment.

Dany knew that it would be best for her to wait until she had hatched her dragon eggs, then when everyone could see that she was the true heir to the throne and the true dragon.

Dany could feel her brother´s eyes look her over for a moment. "You don't slouch anymore; you are carrying yourself like a true Targaryen princess." He actually sounded pleased with her for a moment.

"Not a princess, a Queen." She said as she looked over the dress in her hands. Dany then turned to her dimwitted brother. "I have to get ready now, it wouldn't be good to keep the Khal waiting."

Viserys stared at her with his lilac eyes wide, and Dany knew that once again she had stunned him from saying anything, then he seemed to shake himself out of his stupor. "Yes indeed, well hurry up then." As he then made his way out of her rooms, he kept shooting her bewildered glances.

The room was now filled with servant girls, who had just finished cleaning the room, and filled the tub with almost boiling hot water.

Dany handed one of the servant girls the dress and started to strip out of her clothes. She watched as the material of her dress pooled around her feet, before stepping out of it.

With calm and deliberate steps, she walked towards the looking glass which the magister had provided for her. Her body looked exactly how she remembered it being, before she married Drogo, and as she turned to look at herself from a different angle a thought hit her like a lightning bolt.

She could have children again.

The realization hit her so hard that she almost lost her breath, and she felt tears of happiness well in her eyes.

Her laid her hands across her belly, and she found herself smiling so widely that it pained her, but she didn't care about that anymore.

Who cared about something as trivial as pain when for the first time in years, house Targaryen had hope.

Her thoughts turned to little Rhaego, who she had never even held in her arms before the cruel witch, Mirri Maz Duur had murdered him.

For a moment she was tempted to burn the witch again when she hatched her dragon eggs, but she decided against that thought immediately.

Although the thought of binding the witch to the pyre once again to hatch her dragon eggs brought no small amount of satisfaction to her heart, she knew that it would take too much time to locate her, and Dany needed her dragons now.

She had to hatch her dragons much sooner than before. It would be best to hatch them at her wedding to Khal Drogo and then everyone would see that she was the true heir to the Targaryen dynasty and not her weak brother nor Jon Snow.

Both men were too weak to rule.

But she was strong, she had brought dragons back into the world and freed the slaves and would do so once again.

With a smile on her face, she walked to the tub. The hot fumes rose from the almost boiling hot water, just how she liked it.

Dany walked to the tub and dipped her foot into the water. But as soon as her flesh touched the hot water, pain shot though her that made her scream from the top of her lungs.

The pain made her lose her balance and fall backwards from shock. Pain shot though her as her hip landed hard on the cold marble floor, but the agony in her hip was nothing compared to the one in her foot.

The slave girls rushed to her as she lay on the floor in pain. "My lady, are you alright?"

"I am fine, just fine." Dany tried to reassure them, but her words fell on deaf ears as one of the girls ordered another to get some salve for the burn on her foot.

Dany had never felt pain like this before. Heat nor fire had ever hurt her.

She looked at her foot, that had already turned red, and she could see blisters form on the skin that had been white as fresh fallen snow before it had been dipped into the water.

Then the pain was overshadowed by confusion.

Why had she been burned by the water?